Christmas Day.
This was normally one of Hulda’s favourite days of the year. After all the stress of getting the house clean and
dinner ready on Christmas Eve, the twenty-fifth was a day
of relaxation, which she liked to spend quietly absorbed in the books she’d been given, especially since Dimma had grown old nough to entertain herself. Even Jón generally took a break from work and lounged in front of the TV or read the papers.