Larry nods a grin at him. “So, if Tomten has, say, twenty bookings on Christmas Eve, by the end of the afternoon, he’s visited twenty houses, handed out twenty sets of gifts, eaten twenty slices of stollen and…”
Mitch burst out laughing, throwing out a finger at him…” … and drunk twenty shots of schnapps!”
Larry raises a palm to the ceiling. “Correct! So, on Christmas Eve night, it’s not that uncommon to visit the town centre in Sweden to find two dozen Father Christmases, complete with red outfit, beards and boots, completely pissed, and having the biggest punch-up you’ve ever seen.”
We all burst out laughing. Mitch gets a fit of the giggles.
“So, have you ever been to Sweden, Mitch?” I ask.
She wipes tears from her eyes. “Sweden no. But Larry took me to Finland a lot of years ago.”
