Long long ago, in a country far far up north, at a time when the ground should have been covered with white beautiful snow, there was nothing but rain and darkness.
Christmas was coming, but there was no Christmas spirit around, what so ever. No snow, no jingle bells and no skiing. Everything was just dark and dreary. This is the story of two crows in the search of snow lost.
According to old Swedish (or hungry hen) wisdom, Folk beer (a low alcoholic beer) holds almost magic powers in treating everything from hunger and stomach ache to snow deficiency. There is a saying, told by the legendary Fullprisgang, that a salut in beer will make the weather gods salut in snow.
of course (we are after all in the country of “lagom”), even Folk beer should be consumed in moderate quantities, but drastic times may lead to drastic actions. Here, a tragic proof the devastating consequences of insufficient snow:
Everything was just all so depressing. There was no happiness in the world!
And what do you know, the morning after when the crows woke up, the world had changed. Everything was white and beautiful.
As I sit here in ever-lasting-easter-land, and as most of my friends sit up in Umeå where it is currently raining instead of snowing, I think about the crows and the search for snow lost. I can’t drink folkbeer here, since it simply does not exist. But I will raise my glass of no-way-folkbeer in salut to the weather gods and hope they’ll bring us all some of that white fluff.