Bedding

I was mighty surprised to see the delight in my young cousin's faces when they opened the Christmas gifts from their grandmother. She had given all three of her grandkids a new bedding set, and they raved about it. I blinked my eyes, a bit confused. Then I read a blog (I think Matthias?) saying something about having washed his bedding Christmas eve or day. My anthropological nose was sniffing. What was the deal with bedding and Christmas? A co-worker explained how nice it feels after the big Christmas eve meal and busy day to get into a bed with clean and new sheets. I do not doubt this, but I rather suspect that this as a Christmas tradition in Iceland probably has something to do with the days when Iceland was a little less well off than it is nowadays.

At any rate, we in the U.S. do not make an especially big deal about bedding around Christmas time. Still I think it is a nice idea, and thus I decided to put a different blanket on my bed last night. It is one full feather duvet, instead of the two half duvets I have slept with all year. Must say it feels nice, even if it is not Christmas eve.

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Anonymous said…
tja, ég held að málið sé bara að maður vill hafa það eins gott og mögulegt er á jólanótt og bað og tandurhrein náttföt og rúmföt eru stór partur af því. Væntanlega lastu þetta á mínu bloggi, ég talaði allavega um jólabaðið og að skipta á rúmunum :)

Krakkarnir mínir hafa stundum fengið rúmföt í jólagjafir, þeim þykir ekkert slæmt að fá mjúka pakka.
December 29, 2009 at 7:28 PM
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