Maybe I am the only person alive that has never heard of Romjul but I am really excited I have now discovered it.
Living in other cultures over the years I have tried to maintain my childhood Christmas experience and traditions. But since we live in America now, we don't have any Boxing Day. I know!!! They just don't know what they are missing. But, we roll with it because... 'when in Rome' yada yada yada. I worked for a school district for 15 years so I had the time off anyway. I was a lucky one and retired last Christmas. I still struggle with the idea of business as normal, on December 26, - for most people including immediate family members, which is a bit dismal.
I have been pondering and ruminating on this lack of prolonged Christmas. I remember when I was young we entered a time-warp where nothing existed outside the house we were in, usually at my Nana's in Gloucester. We took a coach (no it did not have horses) and often we were stuck in snow drifts or lost traction on icy hills. My mother and I watching through a foggy window, alarmed, as the men got off the bus to throw gravel under the wheels. My brother vomiting in a bag as the bus slithered backwards. I digress.
I am excited to have found a formal name for the period between Christmas and New Year now thanks to trusty Norsemen.
"One should have been four years old in Romjula when the Christmas lights were shining all day long and the world was a house with four walls, where the very bliss was a grandmothers lap."
Here is a link to the Metro article where I discovered this exciting information.
I will now always remember I am justifiably in Romjul and have a perfectly good excuse to do absolutely nothing all day and every day....after all Ancestry dna said I am teensy-weensy part Scandinavian.
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