"Christmas is coming," he says at last. he sounds as if the realization has only just occurred to him, though I had mentioned the holidays in his office earlier in the day.
"Just a few days away," I reply. I might have forgotten the holiday myself, but for the sprigs of fir and red bows that Krysia has placed around the house in lieu of a tree. The city, usually festive with displays in the window shops and the aroma of holiday treats, was virtually unadorned this year.
"Christmas was such a grand affair in our house," he says. For a moment, I wonder if he is speaking of his life with Margot, but he continues, "Our father would take us on a midnight sleigh ride through the woods to search for the Weinachtsmann, whom we believed would bring the Christmas gifts." He walks over to the sofa and sits down beside me. "We never found him, of course, but would come back to the house to find that he had sneaked in while we were gone to the house to find that he had sneaked in while we were gone to leave us wonderful presents. And the next morning, the breakfast table was always piled high with cakes." He smiles, his expression almost childlike.
"That sounds lovely," I say. My mind races to come up with a story about my childhood Christmases, in case he asks.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Kommandant's Christmas memories
Today's quote comes from page 303 of Kommandant's Girl. These memories come from the Kommandant himself.