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Skandinavian Folklore and Feast Days.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Syv Slags Kaker. (or, Seven Sorts of  Cookies)December 22nd – Evening, Five Days LaterJorunn said, “Well, Gunnar, we are back at our starting point, and this concludes the tour. We got off to a rough start on the first day, but since then, I have enjoyed spending time with you. After my mom got divorced, I stopped dating. Sure, I went out in mixed groups with my friends, but I cannot remember the last time I went somewhere, by myself, with a man. The divorce made me lose all confidence and trust in men. Why enter a relationship, and give my heart to a man, knowing it is going to fail? My father hurt my mother and me so badly, that neither of us have recovered. You were so wonderful to me this week, and showed me that not all men are like my father.”Jorunn looked at me with pleading eyes, “I don’t want this tour to end. I don’t want you to leave. Can you please stay in Oslo at least a few more days?”Jorunn didn’t want me to go. And I didn’t want to leave her either. I replied, “Jorunn, I cannot think of anyone or any place I would rather be than here in Oslo, with you.”Jorunn said, “It’s still early enough that we may be able to find seating without a reservation. I know a great place for seafood.”“Lead on,” I replied.Jorunn and I discussed the now-completed tour while enjoying a delicious dinner at a small kafé. I offered suggestions for the tour, but otherwise let her know I enjoyed seeing Norway, and I told her what a wonderful guide she was. After returning to America, I promised to recommend her tours to everyone I knew.As I looked over the dessert menu, I asked Jorunn, “I’m willing to stay a few more days. Are there any other Norwegian Christmas traditions or activities worth doing over the next few days?”“If you put down that dessert menu, there is one called Syv Slags Kaker. I baked seven kinds of cookies to celebrate Jul. If you come to my house, we can have coffee and you can sample all seven kinds.”“That sounds great,” I replied. Jorunn was inviting me to her home. She was beautiful and funny, and I admit I developed fantasies about her as I watched her vlog videos back in the nursing home. Heck, I even created new fantasies over the last week. She was much warmer toward me at the end of the tour. In Tromsø, we shared a blanket as we rode in a sleigh pulled by an actual reindeer. But after the Nutcracker ballet, I held back and did not cross any lines. Could a 56-year-old man and a 25-year-old woman have a sexual relationship? I managed to keep up with Jorunn all week and didn’t see any reason not to. I reached below the table to carefully re-position myself before standing up.We made our way to the Train Station and rode to Jorunn’s neighborhood. As we walked to her house, I noticed many homes with a lighted star in one of the windows.“What are those stars,” I asked.“They are a tradition in Norway. A star is lit on the first Sunday of Advent to help guide the Three Wise Men.”We stopped in front of a modest house. There was no star in the window, but I saw sheaves of oats hung from one of the trees. I was familiar with the tradition of putting out something for the birds in the frigid days of December. As we stepped inside, I was suddenly surprised. “Hi, Mom! I would like you to meet Gunnar Larsen.”“Good evening, Mr. Larsen. Jorunn has been sending me text messages all week about your exciting travels. I hope you enjoyed your tour. My name is Leah.”This was not what I expected. I hoped to be alone with Jorunn. The family resemblance was striking and quite apparent. Leah’s straight hair was a bit shorter than Jorunn’s but matched her daughter’s pure blonde color. Her blue eyes stood out from her attractive face. She was wearing a multi-colored Norwegian Dale sweater and green trousers. I possessed absolutely no experience telling how old Norwegian women are. She must be in her forties but looked younger.I said, “I enjoyed Jorunn’s tour very much. Your daughter is quite talented in many ways. Please, call me Gunnar.”Jorunn said, “Gunnar was asking about other Jul traditions and activities here in Norway over Christmas. I thought Syv Slags Kaker would be a good one, and your cookies are the best ones in Oslo. I’ll make us some coffee.”Leah looked at me, “Please sit Gunnar. How much longer will you be staying in Norway?”I replied, “About two more weeks. I wanted to celebrate the New Year here before returning to America.”I talked about the completed tour, and she seemed interested enough that I rambled on.“I really enjoyed visiting Lillehammer. It brought back memories of watching the 1994 Winter Olympics, probably my favorite one. The music was fantastic, and the woman who sang the Olympic Hymn at the opening ceremony possessed such a wonderful voice.”Leah replied, “Her name is Sissel Kyrkjebø. She is still extremely popular today, and we consider her a national treasure. I was 18 at the time, and worked at those Olympics.”“I’d love to hear more about that,” I replied. “It was nice to see many of the venues still being used. I also enjoyed the Olympic Museum in Maihaugen, which told the history of the 1994 Olympics. I was surprised to learn that Norway has won more Olympic medals than any other country. But the highlight for me was riding the chairlift to the top of the Lysgårdsbakkene ski jump. The views were amazing. I can’t imagine anyone being brave enough to make such a jump.”“I agree with you on that!” laughed Leah.I continued, “We also flew to Tromsø, and I got to see the Northern Lights. We can sometimes see them in southern Minnesota, but they were much more impressive here with the clear Norwegian air. Jorunn and I took a ride in a sleigh, pulled by actual reindeer. Reindeer are much larger than I thought. We visited a Sami farm, where we ate reindeer stew and learned about the Sami culture.”“I’ve never been, but I hear it’s really fun,” replied Leah.“Bærums Verk was also a highlight. You may already know that the town dates to the 1600s. I loved the old buildings and cobbled streets. Although the Christmas Market was small, I found it unique, with artisans selling handmade crafts. It was nice to see the old crafts like glassblowing, ironwork, and woodworking.”Jorunn returned with a large tray, holding coffee and cookies, and we began sampling.Leah asked, “Did you take Gunnar to Pepperkakebyen in Bergen? It’s a marvelous gingerbread village in my hometown. There are over 200 small gingerbread houses, and with the tiny lights turned on, it looks so real.”Jorunn replied, “A week goes by quickly, mamma. There is only so much time. The gingerbread houses are very nice, and I have fond memories of going there with you.”As we continued talking and munching cookies, I looked around at the decorations. There was an advent calendar, wreaths, angels, gnomes called nisse, hearts, stars, and candles. The decorations looked more natural, perhaps a bit less commercialized than in America. There was a real tree, complete with its wonderful pine smell, a star at the top, garland, tinsel, ornaments, and white lights.I looked at Leah, “I noticed that you don’t have a Christmas star in the window as many of the other houses do.”Leah replied, “I found my former husband in bed with another woman. I immediately divorced him. Among the many things he took from Jorunn and I, was our Christmas Star.”Leah sounded deeply hurt and from more than just the missing star. After tasting the last of the seven cookies, Leah asked how I liked them. “The waffle-like Krumkaker was probably my favorite. We tried making them in Minnesota, but yours turned out so much better. And, of course, the Pepperkaker gingerbread stars were great.” I held up another cookie and said, “I don’t know the name of this one, but it was also excellent.”Leah replied, “That one is Serinakaker, a Norwegian butter cookie.”I realized the inevitable, “It is getting late. Thank you both, Leah and Jorunn, for a wonderful evening. I need to get back to my hotel and figure out what to do over the next few days.”I saw Jorunn look at her mother, who nodded. As I stood up, Leah did too. “Nonsense, Gunnar. I won’t have it. Come, spend Christmas with Jorunn and me! Nearly everything in Oslo shuts down in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and stays closed until the 27th. No restaurants or shops will be open. I have an unused bedroom upstairs. Come celebrate Jul with us.”I caught the signal between mother and daughter and wondered if this was pre-planned. But spending Christmas alone in my hotel sounded almost as bad as spending it alone in the nursing home. It was an easy decision. “I accept.”Leah said, “Good. I’ll stop by your hotel tomorrow and help you move your things. Perhaps we can have lunch as well at one of the restaurants along Karl Johans gate.”“It would be my pleasure, ” I replied. “Let’s say, about 11:00 AM”Little Christmas EveDecember 23rd - MorningIt was December 23rd, known in Norway as Lille Julaften. Spending Christmas with Leah and Jorunn created a problem for me. I needed to find at least one Christmas present for each, just in case they bought a gift for me. I got up early and headed out to search. Reflecting on last night, and indeed, the last week, it ended up being far simpler than I feared. I soon found a gift for each, along with reusable cloth gift bags in Christmas colors.I heard a knock on my hotel door and opened it. Leah stood there, holding a coat over her arm. She was wearing a traditional Norwegian folk costume called a bunad. Her blonde hair, simply styled, was highlighted by two attractive braids.I smiled and said, “What a pleasant surprise. You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale.”She looked past me into the messy room, then took a step toward me and surprised me with a kiss on my cheek. She stepped back and started laughing. “It didn’t work. I am a fairy tale princess, but you are still a frog! It looks like we have some work to do cleaning up your lily pad.”As Leah entered the room, I said, “I already packed a small bag, enough for a few days.”Leah walked over to the pile of clothes from my week-long trip. She picked up a shirt and sniffed it. Then she pulled a wool sweater out from the pile. “Keep your wool sweaters away from the rest of your dirty clothes. Wool is harder to clean and may pick up the smell. Let me see what else you packed.”Leah dumped out my small gym bag onto the bed and then began tossing things aside. “This won’t do. We need to take all of your clothes back to my house and wash them.”Fond memories returned. Whenever we went on a trip, Solveig would always dump out my suitcase and re-load it with other clothes. Solvieg would also pick out clothes for me to wear whenever we dressed to go out to weddings or a party.Leah said, “Don’t expect me to wash them for you. I have other things to do to get ready for Christmas. You’ll have enough free time you can wash them yourself. We will gather everything up after we come back from lunch.”What a woman! I can see where Jorunn inherited her strong personality. We left my hotel, and Leah took me to one of her favorite kafés. As we walked, Leah’s bunad drew eyes, and attracted smiles, as if she were a magnet. As we waited for our food, I asked Leah about her bunad.Leah replied, “I don’t get to wear my bunad very often. I usually wear it for National Day in May, and for weddings and baptisms, but I haven’t been to many of those lately. Christmas is also an acceptable time to wear it.”Leah wore the traditional white blouse with a silver neckpin. Her vest was bright red with a handmade breastplate. Her navy skirt was trimmed with intricate embroidery, and covered in front by a white apron. Around her waist and running down the front was a decorative handwoven belt.“I grew up east of Bergen, in the Hardanger region, so my bunad is in the Hardanger style. While details may vary, you can tell where someone is from by which style of bunad they are wearing. It would not be proper to choose a bunad from a different region simply because you prefer a different color.”“That’s a lovely silver brooch you have on. It looks very old.”“It was my grandmother’s. Norwegians have a spiritual connection to silver, and silver brooches are handed down for many generations. One day, it will be Jorunn’s.”The food was excellent. I have not eaten a bad meal here in Norway. Leah was a great conversationalist, and she freely shared her humor and wit. Her stories from the 1994 Olympics were fascinating, and even though Jorunn and I were just there, I wanted to go back. I learned Leah worked as a radiology technician at a local hospital here in Oslo and took the entire holiday off. The meal finished too quickly, and we returned to my hotel.As we gathered my assorted clothing, I saw one of my socks on the floor, so I walked around Leah to pick it up. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with her. We stared at each other for a moment, then moved at the same time. Our lips came together, and we kissed. Not a gentle kiss, but a passionate one, long and deep. Intentions were clear on both sides.We separated. Leah said, “I have not had sex since divorcing my husband nearly three years ago. That bastard took away more than my Christmas Star, he took away my trust in men. I am forty-seven years old. I never go out on dates, because I’m afraid to open my heart again to another man. Jorunn texted me every night for the past week and would send short videos she took during the day. She kept repeating how much fun she was having with you, and how nice a man you are. I know it sounds funny, but after watching and reading what Jorunn sent me, I feel like I already know you, and have made it past the first date. I know you lost the woman you loved. I cannot replace her in your heart, but if you are ready, I would like to share mine.”This was unexpected. “When I was in Minnesota, I watched Jorunn’s vlog almost every night. She is so sweet and funny and does such an excellent job. Even though I never met Jorunn, I felt like I knew her. To use your dating analogy, it’s one of the reasons I picked her as a tour guide. I felt comfortable with Jorunn and was too afraid to trust another tour company. When I came to Norway, I left my past behind. It is time for me to find something, or someone, to love.”Our bodies came together, and our lips re-joined. Any fears of rejection vanished as I locked my lips onto those of this beautiful Norwegian woman. Our tongues danced with each other, while our hands moved quickly over each other’s bodies.“Help me take off my bunad,” pleaded Leah.Together, we unclasped, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and untied, removing one layer at a time of the intricate bunad and laying it over a chair. It was like slowly opening the best Christmas present I have ever gotten, as more of Leah’s body slowly revealed itself to me. Her breasts were small, but firm, and went well with her slender frame. I forgot how delicate a woman’s features are, and Leah’s body was perfect in every way. Below her waist, I found a mound of pure blonde hair, barely darker than the color on her head.“I have no other words, you are truly a gorgeous woman, Leah.”“Thank you, Gunnar. Now it’s my turn to have fun.”Leah approached me. With small steps, she moved gracefully. She lifted my pullover shirt, pausing as it obscured my eyes. “Don’t take your shirt off. Just enjoy the sensations.” In the darkness, her fingers teasingly played with the hairs on my chest. A fingernail flicked back and forth over my nipple, drawing it to an erection. Moving lower, Leah unbuckled my trousers and slid them down, taking my knickers with them. I was not yet erect, but moving rapidly in that direction. Cool fingers wrapped around my cock and lifted, while a single fingernail twirled against my ball sack. Her tongue dragged across the tip of my cock. Then, Leah’s hands moved behind me to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks. Her warm breath washed over my cock.Leah stood and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, and I stepped out of my trousers. We remained like this, both naked, looking longingly at each other. Leah reached up and touched my hair. “You have just a touch of grey. I like that. Few mature men are as blessed as you, with a firm, lean body. I see all kinds of patients. You look like a forty-year-old.”I suppose that was one benefit of eating the low-fat, low-sugar, and tasteless nursing home food. I lost nearly thirty pounds. “I am older than I look, and you should know that I had a stroke two years ago. I am doing much better, but still have a balance issue, and sometimes slur my words."Slurring your words might just be because you have a lazy tongue. Perhaps we can find a way to fix that later.”For a moment, I wondered what she meant, then hoped my notions might come true. Leah dropped to her knees directly in front of me and ran a finger along my nearly erect shaft. “It feels so nice to touch a real one again. What a lovely cock you have.”I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a very large penis.”Leah laughed, “Anything more than a mouthful is just wasted. Now let’s begin. I will say a Norwegian word, and you repeat it. Listen carefully to my pronunciation and maybe we can fix your American accent.”Leah said, “Penis.” Then she grabbed my cock with her right hand.This might be fun, so I replied, “Penis!”Leah whispered, “Rub.” Then she began gently sliding her hand along my shaft. Without any lubrication, there was quite a bit of friction.I replied, “Rub!”Leah said, “Lick.” Leah extended her tongue, and starting near the base, began leaving wet trails along each side of my glistening cock. The warm softness of her tongue brought me to full erection.It felt fantastic, and I gasped out, “Lick!”Leah said, “Suck.” She opened her mouth wide and took in the head of my cock, using her tongue to tease the underside. Bringing her lips together, I felt the insides of her mouth pressing inward and squeezing tightly against me. When her suction began, she pulled the head of my cock deeper into her mouth. Leah’s head pulled back ever so slightly, allowing her soft lips to glide over me until my cock was almost freed. But not quite. Using the extra room, Leah teased my opening with the tip of her tongue. From the way her tongue easily twirled around, I was certain I contributed my pre-cum.Then her suction pulled me deeper into her mouth. She look

Skandinavian Folklore and Feast Days.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Syv Slags Kaker. (or, Seven Sorts of  Cookies)December 22nd – Evening, Five Days LaterJorunn said, “Well, Gunnar, we are back at our starting point, and this concludes the tour. We got off to a rough start on the first day, but since then, I have enjoyed spending time with you. After my mom got divorced, I stopped dating. Sure, I went out in mixed groups with my friends, but I cannot remember the last time I went somewhere, by myself, with a man. The divorce made me lose all confidence and trust in men. Why enter a relationship, and give my heart to a man, knowing it is going to fail? My father hurt my mother and me so badly, that neither of us have recovered. You were so wonderful to me this week, and showed me that not all men are like my father.”Jorunn looked at me with pleading eyes, “I don’t want this tour to end. I don’t want you to leave. Can you please stay in Oslo at least a few more days?”Jorunn didn’t want me to go. And I didn’t want to leave her either. I replied, “Jorunn, I cannot think of anyone or any place I would rather be than here in Oslo, with you.”Jorunn said, “It’s still early enough that we may be able to find seating without a reservation. I know a great place for seafood.”“Lead on,” I replied.Jorunn and I discussed the now-completed tour while enjoying a delicious dinner at a small kafé. I offered suggestions for the tour, but otherwise let her know I enjoyed seeing Norway, and I told her what a wonderful guide she was. After returning to America, I promised to recommend her tours to everyone I knew.As I looked over the dessert menu, I asked Jorunn, “I’m willing to stay a few more days. Are there any other Norwegian Christmas traditions or activities worth doing over the next few days?”“If you put down that dessert menu, there is one called Syv Slags Kaker. I baked seven kinds of cookies to celebrate Jul. If you come to my house, we can have coffee and you can sample all seven kinds.”“That sounds great,” I replied. Jorunn was inviting me to her home. She was beautiful and funny, and I admit I developed fantasies about her as I watched her vlog videos back in the nursing home. Heck, I even created new fantasies over the last week. She was much warmer toward me at the end of the tour. In Tromsø, we shared a blanket as we rode in a sleigh pulled by an actual reindeer. But after the Nutcracker ballet, I held back and did not cross any lines. Could a 56-year-old man and a 25-year-old woman have a sexual relationship? I managed to keep up with Jorunn all week and didn’t see any reason not to. I reached below the table to carefully re-position myself before standing up.We made our way to the Train Station and rode to Jorunn’s neighborhood. As we walked to her house, I noticed many homes with a lighted star in one of the windows.“What are those stars,” I asked.“They are a tradition in Norway. A star is lit on the first Sunday of Advent to help guide the Three Wise Men.”We stopped in front of a modest house. There was no star in the window, but I saw sheaves of oats hung from one of the trees. I was familiar with the tradition of putting out something for the birds in the frigid days of December. As we stepped inside, I was suddenly surprised. “Hi, Mom! I would like you to meet Gunnar Larsen.”“Good evening, Mr. Larsen. Jorunn has been sending me text messages all week about your exciting travels. I hope you enjoyed your tour. My name is Leah.”This was not what I expected. I hoped to be alone with Jorunn. The family resemblance was striking and quite apparent. Leah’s straight hair was a bit shorter than Jorunn’s but matched her daughter’s pure blonde color. Her blue eyes stood out from her attractive face. She was wearing a multi-colored Norwegian Dale sweater and green trousers. I possessed absolutely no experience telling how old Norwegian women are. She must be in her forties but looked younger.I said, “I enjoyed Jorunn’s tour very much. Your daughter is quite talented in many ways. Please, call me Gunnar.”Jorunn said, “Gunnar was asking about other Jul traditions and activities here in Norway over Christmas. I thought Syv Slags Kaker would be a good one, and your cookies are the best ones in Oslo. I’ll make us some coffee.”Leah looked at me, “Please sit Gunnar. How much longer will you be staying in Norway?”I replied, “About two more weeks. I wanted to celebrate the New Year here before returning to America.”I talked about the completed tour, and she seemed interested enough that I rambled on.“I really enjoyed visiting Lillehammer. It brought back memories of watching the 1994 Winter Olympics, probably my favorite one. The music was fantastic, and the woman who sang the Olympic Hymn at the opening ceremony possessed such a wonderful voice.”Leah replied, “Her name is Sissel Kyrkjebø. She is still extremely popular today, and we consider her a national treasure. I was 18 at the time, and worked at those Olympics.”“I’d love to hear more about that,” I replied. “It was nice to see many of the venues still being used. I also enjoyed the Olympic Museum in Maihaugen, which told the history of the 1994 Olympics. I was surprised to learn that Norway has won more Olympic medals than any other country. But the highlight for me was riding the chairlift to the top of the Lysgårdsbakkene ski jump. The views were amazing. I can’t imagine anyone being brave enough to make such a jump.”“I agree with you on that!” laughed Leah.I continued, “We also flew to Tromsø, and I got to see the Northern Lights. We can sometimes see them in southern Minnesota, but they were much more impressive here with the clear Norwegian air. Jorunn and I took a ride in a sleigh, pulled by actual reindeer. Reindeer are much larger than I thought. We visited a Sami farm, where we ate reindeer stew and learned about the Sami culture.”“I’ve never been, but I hear it’s really fun,” replied Leah.“Bærums Verk was also a highlight. You may already know that the town dates to the 1600s. I loved the old buildings and cobbled streets. Although the Christmas Market was small, I found it unique, with artisans selling handmade crafts. It was nice to see the old crafts like glassblowing, ironwork, and woodworking.”Jorunn returned with a large tray, holding coffee and cookies, and we began sampling.Leah asked, “Did you take Gunnar to Pepperkakebyen in Bergen? It’s a marvelous gingerbread village in my hometown. There are over 200 small gingerbread houses, and with the tiny lights turned on, it looks so real.”Jorunn replied, “A week goes by quickly, mamma. There is only so much time. The gingerbread houses are very nice, and I have fond memories of going there with you.”As we continued talking and munching cookies, I looked around at the decorations. There was an advent calendar, wreaths, angels, gnomes called nisse, hearts, stars, and candles. The decorations looked more natural, perhaps a bit less commercialized than in America. There was a real tree, complete with its wonderful pine smell, a star at the top, garland, tinsel, ornaments, and white lights.I looked at Leah, “I noticed that you don’t have a Christmas star in the window as many of the other houses do.”Leah replied, “I found my former husband in bed with another woman. I immediately divorced him. Among the many things he took from Jorunn and I, was our Christmas Star.”Leah sounded deeply hurt and from more than just the missing star. After tasting the last of the seven cookies, Leah asked how I liked them. “The waffle-like Krumkaker was probably my favorite. We tried making them in Minnesota, but yours turned out so much better. And, of course, the Pepperkaker gingerbread stars were great.” I held up another cookie and said, “I don’t know the name of this one, but it was also excellent.”Leah replied, “That one is Serinakaker, a Norwegian butter cookie.”I realized the inevitable, “It is getting late. Thank you both, Leah and Jorunn, for a wonderful evening. I need to get back to my hotel and figure out what to do over the next few days.”I saw Jorunn look at her mother, who nodded. As I stood up, Leah did too. “Nonsense, Gunnar. I won’t have it. Come, spend Christmas with Jorunn and me! Nearly everything in Oslo shuts down in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and stays closed until the 27th. No restaurants or shops will be open. I have an unused bedroom upstairs. Come celebrate Jul with us.”I caught the signal between mother and daughter and wondered if this was pre-planned. But spending Christmas alone in my hotel sounded almost as bad as spending it alone in the nursing home. It was an easy decision. “I accept.”Leah said, “Good. I’ll stop by your hotel tomorrow and help you move your things. Perhaps we can have lunch as well at one of the restaurants along Karl Johans gate.”“It would be my pleasure, ” I replied. “Let’s say, about 11:00 AM”Little Christmas EveDecember 23rd - MorningIt was December 23rd, known in Norway as Lille Julaften. Spending Christmas with Leah and Jorunn created a problem for me. I needed to find at least one Christmas present for each, just in case they bought a gift for me. I got up early and headed out to search. Reflecting on last night, and indeed, the last week, it ended up being far simpler than I feared. I soon found a gift for each, along with reusable cloth gift bags in Christmas colors.I heard a knock on my hotel door and opened it. Leah stood there, holding a coat over her arm. She was wearing a traditional Norwegian folk costume called a bunad. Her blonde hair, simply styled, was highlighted by two attractive braids.I smiled and said, “What a pleasant surprise. You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale.”She looked past me into the messy room, then took a step toward me and surprised me with a kiss on my cheek. She stepped back and started laughing. “It didn’t work. I am a fairy tale princess, but you are still a frog! It looks like we have some work to do cleaning up your lily pad.”As Leah entered the room, I said, “I already packed a small bag, enough for a few days.”Leah walked over to the pile of clothes from my week-long trip. She picked up a shirt and sniffed it. Then she pulled a wool sweater out from the pile. “Keep your wool sweaters away from the rest of your dirty clothes. Wool is harder to clean and may pick up the smell. Let me see what else you packed.”Leah dumped out my small gym bag onto the bed and then began tossing things aside. “This won’t do. We need to take all of your clothes back to my house and wash them.”Fond memories returned. Whenever we went on a trip, Solveig would always dump out my suitcase and re-load it with other clothes. Solvieg would also pick out clothes for me to wear whenever we dressed to go out to weddings or a party.Leah said, “Don’t expect me to wash them for you. I have other things to do to get ready for Christmas. You’ll have enough free time you can wash them yourself. We will gather everything up after we come back from lunch.”What a woman! I can see where Jorunn inherited her strong personality. We left my hotel, and Leah took me to one of her favorite kafés. As we walked, Leah’s bunad drew eyes, and attracted smiles, as if she were a magnet. As we waited for our food, I asked Leah about her bunad.Leah replied, “I don’t get to wear my bunad very often. I usually wear it for National Day in May, and for weddings and baptisms, but I haven’t been to many of those lately. Christmas is also an acceptable time to wear it.”Leah wore the traditional white blouse with a silver neckpin. Her vest was bright red with a handmade breastplate. Her navy skirt was trimmed with intricate embroidery, and covered in front by a white apron. Around her waist and running down the front was a decorative handwoven belt.“I grew up east of Bergen, in the Hardanger region, so my bunad is in the Hardanger style. While details may vary, you can tell where someone is from by which style of bunad they are wearing. It would not be proper to choose a bunad from a different region simply because you prefer a different color.”“That’s a lovely silver brooch you have on. It looks very old.”“It was my grandmother’s. Norwegians have a spiritual connection to silver, and silver brooches are handed down for many generations. One day, it will be Jorunn’s.”The food was excellent. I have not eaten a bad meal here in Norway. Leah was a great conversationalist, and she freely shared her humor and wit. Her stories from the 1994 Olympics were fascinating, and even though Jorunn and I were just there, I wanted to go back. I learned Leah worked as a radiology technician at a local hospital here in Oslo and took the entire holiday off. The meal finished too quickly, and we returned to my hotel.As we gathered my assorted clothing, I saw one of my socks on the floor, so I walked around Leah to pick it up. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with her. We stared at each other for a moment, then moved at the same time. Our lips came together, and we kissed. Not a gentle kiss, but a passionate one, long and deep. Intentions were clear on both sides.We separated. Leah said, “I have not had sex since divorcing my husband nearly three years ago. That bastard took away more than my Christmas Star, he took away my trust in men. I am forty-seven years old. I never go out on dates, because I’m afraid to open my heart again to another man. Jorunn texted me every night for the past week and would send short videos she took during the day. She kept repeating how much fun she was having with you, and how nice a man you are. I know it sounds funny, but after watching and reading what Jorunn sent me, I feel like I already know you, and have made it past the first date. I know you lost the woman you loved. I cannot replace her in your heart, but if you are ready, I would like to share mine.”This was unexpected. “When I was in Minnesota, I watched Jorunn’s vlog almost every night. She is so sweet and funny and does such an excellent job. Even though I never met Jorunn, I felt like I knew her. To use your dating analogy, it’s one of the reasons I picked her as a tour guide. I felt comfortable with Jorunn and was too afraid to trust another tour company. When I came to Norway, I left my past behind. It is time for me to find something, or someone, to love.”Our bodies came together, and our lips re-joined. Any fears of rejection vanished as I locked my lips onto those of this beautiful Norwegian woman. Our tongues danced with each other, while our hands moved quickly over each other’s bodies.“Help me take off my bunad,” pleaded Leah.Together, we unclasped, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and untied, removing one layer at a time of the intricate bunad and laying it over a chair. It was like slowly opening the best Christmas present I have ever gotten, as more of Leah’s body slowly revealed itself to me. Her breasts were small, but firm, and went well with her slender frame. I forgot how delicate a woman’s features are, and Leah’s body was perfect in every way. Below her waist, I found a mound of pure blonde hair, barely darker than the color on her head.“I have no other words, you are truly a gorgeous woman, Leah.”“Thank you, Gunnar. Now it’s my turn to have fun.”Leah approached me. With small steps, she moved gracefully. She lifted my pullover shirt, pausing as it obscured my eyes. “Don’t take your shirt off. Just enjoy the sensations.” In the darkness, her fingers teasingly played with the hairs on my chest. A fingernail flicked back and forth over my nipple, drawing it to an erection. Moving lower, Leah unbuckled my trousers and slid them down, taking my knickers with them. I was not yet erect, but moving rapidly in that direction. Cool fingers wrapped around my cock and lifted, while a single fingernail twirled against my ball sack. Her tongue dragged across the tip of my cock. Then, Leah’s hands moved behind me to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks. Her warm breath washed over my cock.Leah stood and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, and I stepped out of my trousers. We remained like this, both naked, looking longingly at each other. Leah reached up and touched my hair. “You have just a touch of grey. I like that. Few mature men are as blessed as you, with a firm, lean body. I see all kinds of patients. You look like a forty-year-old.”I suppose that was one benefit of eating the low-fat, low-sugar, and tasteless nursing home food. I lost nearly thirty pounds. “I am older than I look, and you should know that I had a stroke two years ago. I am doing much better, but still have a balance issue, and sometimes slur my words."Slurring your words might just be because you have a lazy tongue. Perhaps we can find a way to fix that later.”For a moment, I wondered what she meant, then hoped my notions might come true. Leah dropped to her knees directly in front of me and ran a finger along my nearly erect shaft. “It feels so nice to touch a real one again. What a lovely cock you have.”I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a very large penis.”Leah laughed, “Anything more than a mouthful is just wasted. Now let’s begin. I will say a Norwegian word, and you repeat it. Listen carefully to my pronunciation and maybe we can fix your American accent.”Leah said, “Penis.” Then she grabbed my cock with her right hand.This might be fun, so I replied, “Penis!”Leah whispered, “Rub.” Then she began gently sliding her hand along my shaft. Without any lubrication, there was quite a bit of friction.I replied, “Rub!”Leah said, “Lick.” Leah extended her tongue, and starting near the base, began leaving wet trails along each side of my glistening cock. The warm softness of her tongue brought me to full erection.It felt fantastic, and I gasped out, “Lick!”Leah said, “Suck.” She opened her mouth wide and took in the head of my cock, using her tongue to tease the underside. Bringing her lips together, I felt the insides of her mouth pressing inward and squeezing tightly against me. When her suction began, she pulled the head of my cock deeper into her mouth. Leah’s head pulled back ever so slightly, allowing her soft lips to glide over me until my cock was almost freed. But not quite. Using the extra room, Leah teased my opening with the tip of her tongue. From the way her tongue easily twirled around, I was certain I contributed my pre-cum.Then her suction pulled me deeper into her mouth. She look

Skandinavian Folklore and Feast Days.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Syv Slags Kaker. (or, Seven Sorts of  Cookies)December 22nd – Evening, Five Days LaterJorunn said, “Well, Gunnar, we are back at our starting point, and this concludes the tour. We got off to a rough start on the first day, but since then, I have enjoyed spending time with you. After my mom got divorced, I stopped dating. Sure, I went out in mixed groups with my friends, but I cannot remember the last time I went somewhere, by myself, with a man. The divorce made me lose all confidence and trust in men. Why enter a relationship, and give my heart to a man, knowing it is going to fail? My father hurt my mother and me so badly, that neither of us have recovered. You were so wonderful to me this week, and showed me that not all men are like my father.”Jorunn looked at me with pleading eyes, “I don’t want this tour to end. I don’t want you to leave. Can you please stay in Oslo at least a few more days?”Jorunn didn’t want me to go. And I didn’t want to leave her either. I replied, “Jorunn, I cannot think of anyone or any place I would rather be than here in Oslo, with you.”Jorunn said, “It’s still early enough that we may be able to find seating without a reservation. I know a great place for seafood.”“Lead on,” I replied.Jorunn and I discussed the now-completed tour while enjoying a delicious dinner at a small kafé. I offered suggestions for the tour, but otherwise let her know I enjoyed seeing Norway, and I told her what a wonderful guide she was. After returning to America, I promised to recommend her tours to everyone I knew.As I looked over the dessert menu, I asked Jorunn, “I’m willing to stay a few more days. Are there any other Norwegian Christmas traditions or activities worth doing over the next few days?”“If you put down that dessert menu, there is one called Syv Slags Kaker. I baked seven kinds of cookies to celebrate Jul. If you come to my house, we can have coffee and you can sample all seven kinds.”“That sounds great,” I replied. Jorunn was inviting me to her home. She was beautiful and funny, and I admit I developed fantasies about her as I watched her vlog videos back in the nursing home. Heck, I even created new fantasies over the last week. She was much warmer toward me at the end of the tour. In Tromsø, we shared a blanket as we rode in a sleigh pulled by an actual reindeer. But after the Nutcracker ballet, I held back and did not cross any lines. Could a 56-year-old man and a 25-year-old woman have a sexual relationship? I managed to keep up with Jorunn all week and didn’t see any reason not to. I reached below the table to carefully re-position myself before standing up.We made our way to the Train Station and rode to Jorunn’s neighborhood. As we walked to her house, I noticed many homes with a lighted star in one of the windows.“What are those stars,” I asked.“They are a tradition in Norway. A star is lit on the first Sunday of Advent to help guide the Three Wise Men.”We stopped in front of a modest house. There was no star in the window, but I saw sheaves of oats hung from one of the trees. I was familiar with the tradition of putting out something for the birds in the frigid days of December. As we stepped inside, I was suddenly surprised. “Hi, Mom! I would like you to meet Gunnar Larsen.”“Good evening, Mr. Larsen. Jorunn has been sending me text messages all week about your exciting travels. I hope you enjoyed your tour. My name is Leah.”This was not what I expected. I hoped to be alone with Jorunn. The family resemblance was striking and quite apparent. Leah’s straight hair was a bit shorter than Jorunn’s but matched her daughter’s pure blonde color. Her blue eyes stood out from her attractive face. She was wearing a multi-colored Norwegian Dale sweater and green trousers. I possessed absolutely no experience telling how old Norwegian women are. She must be in her forties but looked younger.I said, “I enjoyed Jorunn’s tour very much. Your daughter is quite talented in many ways. Please, call me Gunnar.”Jorunn said, “Gunnar was asking about other Jul traditions and activities here in Norway over Christmas. I thought Syv Slags Kaker would be a good one, and your cookies are the best ones in Oslo. I’ll make us some coffee.”Leah looked at me, “Please sit Gunnar. How much longer will you be staying in Norway?”I replied, “About two more weeks. I wanted to celebrate the New Year here before returning to America.”I talked about the completed tour, and she seemed interested enough that I rambled on.“I really enjoyed visiting Lillehammer. It brought back memories of watching the 1994 Winter Olympics, probably my favorite one. The music was fantastic, and the woman who sang the Olympic Hymn at the opening ceremony possessed such a wonderful voice.”Leah replied, “Her name is Sissel Kyrkjebø. She is still extremely popular today, and we consider her a national treasure. I was 18 at the time, and worked at those Olympics.”“I’d love to hear more about that,” I replied. “It was nice to see many of the venues still being used. I also enjoyed the Olympic Museum in Maihaugen, which told the history of the 1994 Olympics. I was surprised to learn that Norway has won more Olympic medals than any other country. But the highlight for me was riding the chairlift to the top of the Lysgårdsbakkene ski jump. The views were amazing. I can’t imagine anyone being brave enough to make such a jump.”“I agree with you on that!” laughed Leah.I continued, “We also flew to Tromsø, and I got to see the Northern Lights. We can sometimes see them in southern Minnesota, but they were much more impressive here with the clear Norwegian air. Jorunn and I took a ride in a sleigh, pulled by actual reindeer. Reindeer are much larger than I thought. We visited a Sami farm, where we ate reindeer stew and learned about the Sami culture.”“I’ve never been, but I hear it’s really fun,” replied Leah.“Bærums Verk was also a highlight. You may already know that the town dates to the 1600s. I loved the old buildings and cobbled streets. Although the Christmas Market was small, I found it unique, with artisans selling handmade crafts. It was nice to see the old crafts like glassblowing, ironwork, and woodworking.”Jorunn returned with a large tray, holding coffee and cookies, and we began sampling.Leah asked, “Did you take Gunnar to Pepperkakebyen in Bergen? It’s a marvelous gingerbread village in my hometown. There are over 200 small gingerbread houses, and with the tiny lights turned on, it looks so real.”Jorunn replied, “A week goes by quickly, mamma. There is only so much time. The gingerbread houses are very nice, and I have fond memories of going there with you.”As we continued talking and munching cookies, I looked around at the decorations. There was an advent calendar, wreaths, angels, gnomes called nisse, hearts, stars, and candles. The decorations looked more natural, perhaps a bit less commercialized than in America. There was a real tree, complete with its wonderful pine smell, a star at the top, garland, tinsel, ornaments, and white lights.I looked at Leah, “I noticed that you don’t have a Christmas star in the window as many of the other houses do.”Leah replied, “I found my former husband in bed with another woman. I immediately divorced him. Among the many things he took from Jorunn and I, was our Christmas Star.”Leah sounded deeply hurt and from more than just the missing star. After tasting the last of the seven cookies, Leah asked how I liked them. “The waffle-like Krumkaker was probably my favorite. We tried making them in Minnesota, but yours turned out so much better. And, of course, the Pepperkaker gingerbread stars were great.” I held up another cookie and said, “I don’t know the name of this one, but it was also excellent.”Leah replied, “That one is Serinakaker, a Norwegian butter cookie.”I realized the inevitable, “It is getting late. Thank you both, Leah and Jorunn, for a wonderful evening. I need to get back to my hotel and figure out what to do over the next few days.”I saw Jorunn look at her mother, who nodded. As I stood up, Leah did too. “Nonsense, Gunnar. I won’t have it. Come, spend Christmas with Jorunn and me! Nearly everything in Oslo shuts down in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and stays closed until the 27th. No restaurants or shops will be open. I have an unused bedroom upstairs. Come celebrate Jul with us.”I caught the signal between mother and daughter and wondered if this was pre-planned. But spending Christmas alone in my hotel sounded almost as bad as spending it alone in the nursing home. It was an easy decision. “I accept.”Leah said, “Good. I’ll stop by your hotel tomorrow and help you move your things. Perhaps we can have lunch as well at one of the restaurants along Karl Johans gate.”“It would be my pleasure, ” I replied. “Let’s say, about 11:00 AM”Little Christmas EveDecember 23rd - MorningIt was December 23rd, known in Norway as Lille Julaften. Spending Christmas with Leah and Jorunn created a problem for me. I needed to find at least one Christmas present for each, just in case they bought a gift for me. I got up early and headed out to search. Reflecting on last night, and indeed, the last week, it ended up being far simpler than I feared. I soon found a gift for each, along with reusable cloth gift bags in Christmas colors.I heard a knock on my hotel door and opened it. Leah stood there, holding a coat over her arm. She was wearing a traditional Norwegian folk costume called a bunad. Her blonde hair, simply styled, was highlighted by two attractive braids.I smiled and said, “What a pleasant surprise. You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale.”She looked past me into the messy room, then took a step toward me and surprised me with a kiss on my cheek. She stepped back and started laughing. “It didn’t work. I am a fairy tale princess, but you are still a frog! It looks like we have some work to do cleaning up your lily pad.”As Leah entered the room, I said, “I already packed a small bag, enough for a few days.”Leah walked over to the pile of clothes from my week-long trip. She picked up a shirt and sniffed it. Then she pulled a wool sweater out from the pile. “Keep your wool sweaters away from the rest of your dirty clothes. Wool is harder to clean and may pick up the smell. Let me see what else you packed.”Leah dumped out my small gym bag onto the bed and then began tossing things aside. “This won’t do. We need to take all of your clothes back to my house and wash them.”Fond memories returned. Whenever we went on a trip, Solveig would always dump out my suitcase and re-load it with other clothes. Solvieg would also pick out clothes for me to wear whenever we dressed to go out to weddings or a party.Leah said, “Don’t expect me to wash them for you. I have other things to do to get ready for Christmas. You’ll have enough free time you can wash them yourself. We will gather everything up after we come back from lunch.”What a woman! I can see where Jorunn inherited her strong personality. We left my hotel, and Leah took me to one of her favorite kafés. As we walked, Leah’s bunad drew eyes, and attracted smiles, as if she were a magnet. As we waited for our food, I asked Leah about her bunad.Leah replied, “I don’t get to wear my bunad very often. I usually wear it for National Day in May, and for weddings and baptisms, but I haven’t been to many of those lately. Christmas is also an acceptable time to wear it.”Leah wore the traditional white blouse with a silver neckpin. Her vest was bright red with a handmade breastplate. Her navy skirt was trimmed with intricate embroidery, and covered in front by a white apron. Around her waist and running down the front was a decorative handwoven belt.“I grew up east of Bergen, in the Hardanger region, so my bunad is in the Hardanger style. While details may vary, you can tell where someone is from by which style of bunad they are wearing. It would not be proper to choose a bunad from a different region simply because you prefer a different color.”“That’s a lovely silver brooch you have on. It looks very old.”“It was my grandmother’s. Norwegians have a spiritual connection to silver, and silver brooches are handed down for many generations. One day, it will be Jorunn’s.”The food was excellent. I have not eaten a bad meal here in Norway. Leah was a great conversationalist, and she freely shared her humor and wit. Her stories from the 1994 Olympics were fascinating, and even though Jorunn and I were just there, I wanted to go back. I learned Leah worked as a radiology technician at a local hospital here in Oslo and took the entire holiday off. The meal finished too quickly, and we returned to my hotel.As we gathered my assorted clothing, I saw one of my socks on the floor, so I walked around Leah to pick it up. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with her. We stared at each other for a moment, then moved at the same time. Our lips came together, and we kissed. Not a gentle kiss, but a passionate one, long and deep. Intentions were clear on both sides.We separated. Leah said, “I have not had sex since divorcing my husband nearly three years ago. That bastard took away more than my Christmas Star, he took away my trust in men. I am forty-seven years old. I never go out on dates, because I’m afraid to open my heart again to another man. Jorunn texted me every night for the past week and would send short videos she took during the day. She kept repeating how much fun she was having with you, and how nice a man you are. I know it sounds funny, but after watching and reading what Jorunn sent me, I feel like I already know you, and have made it past the first date. I know you lost the woman you loved. I cannot replace her in your heart, but if you are ready, I would like to share mine.”This was unexpected. “When I was in Minnesota, I watched Jorunn’s vlog almost every night. She is so sweet and funny and does such an excellent job. Even though I never met Jorunn, I felt like I knew her. To use your dating analogy, it’s one of the reasons I picked her as a tour guide. I felt comfortable with Jorunn and was too afraid to trust another tour company. When I came to Norway, I left my past behind. It is time for me to find something, or someone, to love.”Our bodies came together, and our lips re-joined. Any fears of rejection vanished as I locked my lips onto those of this beautiful Norwegian woman. Our tongues danced with each other, while our hands moved quickly over each other’s bodies.“Help me take off my bunad,” pleaded Leah.Together, we unclasped, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and untied, removing one layer at a time of the intricate bunad and laying it over a chair. It was like slowly opening the best Christmas present I have ever gotten, as more of Leah’s body slowly revealed itself to me. Her breasts were small, but firm, and went well with her slender frame. I forgot how delicate a woman’s features are, and Leah’s body was perfect in every way. Below her waist, I found a mound of pure blonde hair, barely darker than the color on her head.“I have no other words, you are truly a gorgeous woman, Leah.”“Thank you, Gunnar. Now it’s my turn to have fun.”Leah approached me. With small steps, she moved gracefully. She lifted my pullover shirt, pausing as it obscured my eyes. “Don’t take your shirt off. Just enjoy the sensations.” In the darkness, her fingers teasingly played with the hairs on my chest. A fingernail flicked back and forth over my nipple, drawing it to an erection. Moving lower, Leah unbuckled my trousers and slid them down, taking my knickers with them. I was not yet erect, but moving rapidly in that direction. Cool fingers wrapped around my cock and lifted, while a single fingernail twirled against my ball sack. Her tongue dragged across the tip of my cock. Then, Leah’s hands moved behind me to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks. Her warm breath washed over my cock.Leah stood and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, and I stepped out of my trousers. We remained like this, both naked, looking longingly at each other. Leah reached up and touched my hair. “You have just a touch of grey. I like that. Few mature men are as blessed as you, with a firm, lean body. I see all kinds of patients. You look like a forty-year-old.”I suppose that was one benefit of eating the low-fat, low-sugar, and tasteless nursing home food. I lost nearly thirty pounds. “I am older than I look, and you should know that I had a stroke two years ago. I am doing much better, but still have a balance issue, and sometimes slur my words."Slurring your words might just be because you have a lazy tongue. Perhaps we can find a way to fix that later.”For a moment, I wondered what she meant, then hoped my notions might come true. Leah dropped to her knees directly in front of me and ran a finger along my nearly erect shaft. “It feels so nice to touch a real one again. What a lovely cock you have.”I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a very large penis.”Leah laughed, “Anything more than a mouthful is just wasted. Now let’s begin. I will say a Norwegian word, and you repeat it. Listen carefully to my pronunciation and maybe we can fix your American accent.”Leah said, “Penis.” Then she grabbed my cock with her right hand.This might be fun, so I replied, “Penis!”Leah whispered, “Rub.” Then she began gently sliding her hand along my shaft. Without any lubrication, there was quite a bit of friction.I replied, “Rub!”Leah said, “Lick.” Leah extended her tongue, and starting near the base, began leaving wet trails along each side of my glistening cock. The warm softness of her tongue brought me to full erection.It felt fantastic, and I gasped out, “Lick!”Leah said, “Suck.” She opened her mouth wide and took in the head of my cock, using her tongue to tease the underside. Bringing her lips together, I felt the insides of her mouth pressing inward and squeezing tightly against me. When her suction began, she pulled the head of my cock deeper into her mouth. Leah’s head pulled back ever so slightly, allowing her soft lips to glide over me until my cock was almost freed. But not quite. Using the extra room, Leah teased my opening with the tip of her tongue. From the way her tongue easily twirled around, I was certain I contributed my pre-cum.Then her suction pulled me deeper into her mouth. She look

Skandinavian Folklore and Feast Days.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Syv Slags Kaker. (or, Seven Sorts of  Cookies)December 22nd – Evening, Five Days LaterJorunn said, “Well, Gunnar, we are back at our starting point, and this concludes the tour. We got off to a rough start on the first day, but since then, I have enjoyed spending time with you. After my mom got divorced, I stopped dating. Sure, I went out in mixed groups with my friends, but I cannot remember the last time I went somewhere, by myself, with a man. The divorce made me lose all confidence and trust in men. Why enter a relationship, and give my heart to a man, knowing it is going to fail? My father hurt my mother and me so badly, that neither of us have recovered. You were so wonderful to me this week, and showed me that not all men are like my father.”Jorunn looked at me with pleading eyes, “I don’t want this tour to end. I don’t want you to leave. Can you please stay in Oslo at least a few more days?”Jorunn didn’t want me to go. And I didn’t want to leave her either. I replied, “Jorunn, I cannot think of anyone or any place I would rather be than here in Oslo, with you.”Jorunn said, “It’s still early enough that we may be able to find seating without a reservation. I know a great place for seafood.”“Lead on,” I replied.Jorunn and I discussed the now-completed tour while enjoying a delicious dinner at a small kafé. I offered suggestions for the tour, but otherwise let her know I enjoyed seeing Norway, and I told her what a wonderful guide she was. After returning to America, I promised to recommend her tours to everyone I knew.As I looked over the dessert menu, I asked Jorunn, “I’m willing to stay a few more days. Are there any other Norwegian Christmas traditions or activities worth doing over the next few days?”“If you put down that dessert menu, there is one called Syv Slags Kaker. I baked seven kinds of cookies to celebrate Jul. If you come to my house, we can have coffee and you can sample all seven kinds.”“That sounds great,” I replied. Jorunn was inviting me to her home. She was beautiful and funny, and I admit I developed fantasies about her as I watched her vlog videos back in the nursing home. Heck, I even created new fantasies over the last week. She was much warmer toward me at the end of the tour. In Tromsø, we shared a blanket as we rode in a sleigh pulled by an actual reindeer. But after the Nutcracker ballet, I held back and did not cross any lines. Could a 56-year-old man and a 25-year-old woman have a sexual relationship? I managed to keep up with Jorunn all week and didn’t see any reason not to. I reached below the table to carefully re-position myself before standing up.We made our way to the Train Station and rode to Jorunn’s neighborhood. As we walked to her house, I noticed many homes with a lighted star in one of the windows.“What are those stars,” I asked.“They are a tradition in Norway. A star is lit on the first Sunday of Advent to help guide the Three Wise Men.”We stopped in front of a modest house. There was no star in the window, but I saw sheaves of oats hung from one of the trees. I was familiar with the tradition of putting out something for the birds in the frigid days of December. As we stepped inside, I was suddenly surprised. “Hi, Mom! I would like you to meet Gunnar Larsen.”“Good evening, Mr. Larsen. Jorunn has been sending me text messages all week about your exciting travels. I hope you enjoyed your tour. My name is Leah.”This was not what I expected. I hoped to be alone with Jorunn. The family resemblance was striking and quite apparent. Leah’s straight hair was a bit shorter than Jorunn’s but matched her daughter’s pure blonde color. Her blue eyes stood out from her attractive face. She was wearing a multi-colored Norwegian Dale sweater and green trousers. I possessed absolutely no experience telling how old Norwegian women are. She must be in her forties but looked younger.I said, “I enjoyed Jorunn’s tour very much. Your daughter is quite talented in many ways. Please, call me Gunnar.”Jorunn said, “Gunnar was asking about other Jul traditions and activities here in Norway over Christmas. I thought Syv Slags Kaker would be a good one, and your cookies are the best ones in Oslo. I’ll make us some coffee.”Leah looked at me, “Please sit Gunnar. How much longer will you be staying in Norway?”I replied, “About two more weeks. I wanted to celebrate the New Year here before returning to America.”I talked about the completed tour, and she seemed interested enough that I rambled on.“I really enjoyed visiting Lillehammer. It brought back memories of watching the 1994 Winter Olympics, probably my favorite one. The music was fantastic, and the woman who sang the Olympic Hymn at the opening ceremony possessed such a wonderful voice.”Leah replied, “Her name is Sissel Kyrkjebø. She is still extremely popular today, and we consider her a national treasure. I was 18 at the time, and worked at those Olympics.”“I’d love to hear more about that,” I replied. “It was nice to see many of the venues still being used. I also enjoyed the Olympic Museum in Maihaugen, which told the history of the 1994 Olympics. I was surprised to learn that Norway has won more Olympic medals than any other country. But the highlight for me was riding the chairlift to the top of the Lysgårdsbakkene ski jump. The views were amazing. I can’t imagine anyone being brave enough to make such a jump.”“I agree with you on that!” laughed Leah.I continued, “We also flew to Tromsø, and I got to see the Northern Lights. We can sometimes see them in southern Minnesota, but they were much more impressive here with the clear Norwegian air. Jorunn and I took a ride in a sleigh, pulled by actual reindeer. Reindeer are much larger than I thought. We visited a Sami farm, where we ate reindeer stew and learned about the Sami culture.”“I’ve never been, but I hear it’s really fun,” replied Leah.“Bærums Verk was also a highlight. You may already know that the town dates to the 1600s. I loved the old buildings and cobbled streets. Although the Christmas Market was small, I found it unique, with artisans selling handmade crafts. It was nice to see the old crafts like glassblowing, ironwork, and woodworking.”Jorunn returned with a large tray, holding coffee and cookies, and we began sampling.Leah asked, “Did you take Gunnar to Pepperkakebyen in Bergen? It’s a marvelous gingerbread village in my hometown. There are over 200 small gingerbread houses, and with the tiny lights turned on, it looks so real.”Jorunn replied, “A week goes by quickly, mamma. There is only so much time. The gingerbread houses are very nice, and I have fond memories of going there with you.”As we continued talking and munching cookies, I looked around at the decorations. There was an advent calendar, wreaths, angels, gnomes called nisse, hearts, stars, and candles. The decorations looked more natural, perhaps a bit less commercialized than in America. There was a real tree, complete with its wonderful pine smell, a star at the top, garland, tinsel, ornaments, and white lights.I looked at Leah, “I noticed that you don’t have a Christmas star in the window as many of the other houses do.”Leah replied, “I found my former husband in bed with another woman. I immediately divorced him. Among the many things he took from Jorunn and I, was our Christmas Star.”Leah sounded deeply hurt and from more than just the missing star. After tasting the last of the seven cookies, Leah asked how I liked them. “The waffle-like Krumkaker was probably my favorite. We tried making them in Minnesota, but yours turned out so much better. And, of course, the Pepperkaker gingerbread stars were great.” I held up another cookie and said, “I don’t know the name of this one, but it was also excellent.”Leah replied, “That one is Serinakaker, a Norwegian butter cookie.”I realized the inevitable, “It is getting late. Thank you both, Leah and Jorunn, for a wonderful evening. I need to get back to my hotel and figure out what to do over the next few days.”I saw Jorunn look at her mother, who nodded. As I stood up, Leah did too. “Nonsense, Gunnar. I won’t have it. Come, spend Christmas with Jorunn and me! Nearly everything in Oslo shuts down in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and stays closed until the 27th. No restaurants or shops will be open. I have an unused bedroom upstairs. Come celebrate Jul with us.”I caught the signal between mother and daughter and wondered if this was pre-planned. But spending Christmas alone in my hotel sounded almost as bad as spending it alone in the nursing home. It was an easy decision. “I accept.”Leah said, “Good. I’ll stop by your hotel tomorrow and help you move your things. Perhaps we can have lunch as well at one of the restaurants along Karl Johans gate.”“It would be my pleasure, ” I replied. “Let’s say, about 11:00 AM”Little Christmas EveDecember 23rd - MorningIt was December 23rd, known in Norway as Lille Julaften. Spending Christmas with Leah and Jorunn created a problem for me. I needed to find at least one Christmas present for each, just in case they bought a gift for me. I got up early and headed out to search. Reflecting on last night, and indeed, the last week, it ended up being far simpler than I feared. I soon found a gift for each, along with reusable cloth gift bags in Christmas colors.I heard a knock on my hotel door and opened it. Leah stood there, holding a coat over her arm. She was wearing a traditional Norwegian folk costume called a bunad. Her blonde hair, simply styled, was highlighted by two attractive braids.I smiled and said, “What a pleasant surprise. You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale.”She looked past me into the messy room, then took a step toward me and surprised me with a kiss on my cheek. She stepped back and started laughing. “It didn’t work. I am a fairy tale princess, but you are still a frog! It looks like we have some work to do cleaning up your lily pad.”As Leah entered the room, I said, “I already packed a small bag, enough for a few days.”Leah walked over to the pile of clothes from my week-long trip. She picked up a shirt and sniffed it. Then she pulled a wool sweater out from the pile. “Keep your wool sweaters away from the rest of your dirty clothes. Wool is harder to clean and may pick up the smell. Let me see what else you packed.”Leah dumped out my small gym bag onto the bed and then began tossing things aside. “This won’t do. We need to take all of your clothes back to my house and wash them.”Fond memories returned. Whenever we went on a trip, Solveig would always dump out my suitcase and re-load it with other clothes. Solvieg would also pick out clothes for me to wear whenever we dressed to go out to weddings or a party.Leah said, “Don’t expect me to wash them for you. I have other things to do to get ready for Christmas. You’ll have enough free time you can wash them yourself. We will gather everything up after we come back from lunch.”What a woman! I can see where Jorunn inherited her strong personality. We left my hotel, and Leah took me to one of her favorite kafés. As we walked, Leah’s bunad drew eyes, and attracted smiles, as if she were a magnet. As we waited for our food, I asked Leah about her bunad.Leah replied, “I don’t get to wear my bunad very often. I usually wear it for National Day in May, and for weddings and baptisms, but I haven’t been to many of those lately. Christmas is also an acceptable time to wear it.”Leah wore the traditional white blouse with a silver neckpin. Her vest was bright red with a handmade breastplate. Her navy skirt was trimmed with intricate embroidery, and covered in front by a white apron. Around her waist and running down the front was a decorative handwoven belt.“I grew up east of Bergen, in the Hardanger region, so my bunad is in the Hardanger style. While details may vary, you can tell where someone is from by which style of bunad they are wearing. It would not be proper to choose a bunad from a different region simply because you prefer a different color.”“That’s a lovely silver brooch you have on. It looks very old.”“It was my grandmother’s. Norwegians have a spiritual connection to silver, and silver brooches are handed down for many generations. One day, it will be Jorunn’s.”The food was excellent. I have not eaten a bad meal here in Norway. Leah was a great conversationalist, and she freely shared her humor and wit. Her stories from the 1994 Olympics were fascinating, and even though Jorunn and I were just there, I wanted to go back. I learned Leah worked as a radiology technician at a local hospital here in Oslo and took the entire holiday off. The meal finished too quickly, and we returned to my hotel.As we gathered my assorted clothing, I saw one of my socks on the floor, so I walked around Leah to pick it up. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with her. We stared at each other for a moment, then moved at the same time. Our lips came together, and we kissed. Not a gentle kiss, but a passionate one, long and deep. Intentions were clear on both sides.We separated. Leah said, “I have not had sex since divorcing my husband nearly three years ago. That bastard took away more than my Christmas Star, he took away my trust in men. I am forty-seven years old. I never go out on dates, because I’m afraid to open my heart again to another man. Jorunn texted me every night for the past week and would send short videos she took during the day. She kept repeating how much fun she was having with you, and how nice a man you are. I know it sounds funny, but after watching and reading what Jorunn sent me, I feel like I already know you, and have made it past the first date. I know you lost the woman you loved. I cannot replace her in your heart, but if you are ready, I would like to share mine.”This was unexpected. “When I was in Minnesota, I watched Jorunn’s vlog almost every night. She is so sweet and funny and does such an excellent job. Even though I never met Jorunn, I felt like I knew her. To use your dating analogy, it’s one of the reasons I picked her as a tour guide. I felt comfortable with Jorunn and was too afraid to trust another tour company. When I came to Norway, I left my past behind. It is time for me to find something, or someone, to love.”Our bodies came together, and our lips re-joined. Any fears of rejection vanished as I locked my lips onto those of this beautiful Norwegian woman. Our tongues danced with each other, while our hands moved quickly over each other’s bodies.“Help me take off my bunad,” pleaded Leah.Together, we unclasped, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and untied, removing one layer at a time of the intricate bunad and laying it over a chair. It was like slowly opening the best Christmas present I have ever gotten, as more of Leah’s body slowly revealed itself to me. Her breasts were small, but firm, and went well with her slender frame. I forgot how delicate a woman’s features are, and Leah’s body was perfect in every way. Below her waist, I found a mound of pure blonde hair, barely darker than the color on her head.“I have no other words, you are truly a gorgeous woman, Leah.”“Thank you, Gunnar. Now it’s my turn to have fun.”Leah approached me. With small steps, she moved gracefully. She lifted my pullover shirt, pausing as it obscured my eyes. “Don’t take your shirt off. Just enjoy the sensations.” In the darkness, her fingers teasingly played with the hairs on my chest. A fingernail flicked back and forth over my nipple, drawing it to an erection. Moving lower, Leah unbuckled my trousers and slid them down, taking my knickers with them. I was not yet erect, but moving rapidly in that direction. Cool fingers wrapped around my cock and lifted, while a single fingernail twirled against my ball sack. Her tongue dragged across the tip of my cock. Then, Leah’s hands moved behind me to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks. Her warm breath washed over my cock.Leah stood and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, and I stepped out of my trousers. We remained like this, both naked, looking longingly at each other. Leah reached up and touched my hair. “You have just a touch of grey. I like that. Few mature men are as blessed as you, with a firm, lean body. I see all kinds of patients. You look like a forty-year-old.”I suppose that was one benefit of eating the low-fat, low-sugar, and tasteless nursing home food. I lost nearly thirty pounds. “I am older than I look, and you should know that I had a stroke two years ago. I am doing much better, but still have a balance issue, and sometimes slur my words."Slurring your words might just be because you have a lazy tongue. Perhaps we can find a way to fix that later.”For a moment, I wondered what she meant, then hoped my notions might come true. Leah dropped to her knees directly in front of me and ran a finger along my nearly erect shaft. “It feels so nice to touch a real one again. What a lovely cock you have.”I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a very large penis.”Leah laughed, “Anything more than a mouthful is just wasted. Now let’s begin. I will say a Norwegian word, and you repeat it. Listen carefully to my pronunciation and maybe we can fix your American accent.”Leah said, “Penis.” Then she grabbed my cock with her right hand.This might be fun, so I replied, “Penis!”Leah whispered, “Rub.” Then she began gently sliding her hand along my shaft. Without any lubrication, there was quite a bit of friction.I replied, “Rub!”Leah said, “Lick.” Leah extended her tongue, and starting near the base, began leaving wet trails along each side of my glistening cock. The warm softness of her tongue brought me to full erection.It felt fantastic, and I gasped out, “Lick!”Leah said, “Suck.” She opened her mouth wide and took in the head of my cock, using her tongue to tease the underside. Bringing her lips together, I felt the insides of her mouth pressing inward and squeezing tightly against me. When her suction began, she pulled the head of my cock deeper into her mouth. Leah’s head pulled back ever so slightly, allowing her soft lips to glide over me until my cock was almost freed. But not quite. Using the extra room, Leah teased my opening with the tip of her tongue. From the way her tongue easily twirled around, I was certain I contributed my pre-cum.Then her suction pulled me deeper into her mouth. She look

Sissel Kyrkjebø har levd et helt liv i offentligheten, fra Eurovision som 16-åring til verdensscener, OL, Titanic og Ringenes Herre. I denne juleepisoden av Popkammeret snakker hun åpent om fire tiår i musikkbransjen, om å stå støtt gjennom forventninger og meninger, og om hvorfor hun først nå gir ut helt nakne vuggesanger. Samtalen beveger seg fra vuggesangens virkning og skandinavisk julemusikk, via sangteknikk i overgangsalderen, til stillhet, stemme, nyskaping og den evige amatøren i oss alle. En nær, klok og stemningsfull juleprat med stemmen som har preget både høytider og historiske øyeblikkLaget av Einar Stray i samarbeid med Kontekst, Creo sitt tidsskrift. Foto: Kristin Saastad.

Vi snakker om juletradisjoner vi hadde (og ikke hadde) som barn. Ine har bursdag, og Emilia drømmer seg bort i Sissel Kyrkjebø jul på Ringebu. Vi slår også til med månedens X, Y, ZEpisoden er sponset av TM klinikken og TM legetjenester Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Fotballkanalen der altså! Eller...? Lyttere har ringt inn og skjelt ut Morgenklubbens fotballkunnskaper. Sissel Kyrkjebø tar turen nok en gang og synger for oss og Loven tar et oppgjør i Moteloven med Julian Ryersons hår etter Italia-kampen som var på søndag.

Endelig kan vi takke Sissel Kyrkjebø for bidraget til at vi vant radiopris i oktober. Vida Lill har tatt ansvar for den vonde tåa og vært hos fotterapeut og Bjørn vurderer å begynne å lyve om hvorfor han har plaster på nesa. Episoden kan inneholde målrettet reklame, basert på din IP-adresse, enhet og posisjon. Se smartpod.no/personvern for informasjon og dine valg om deling av data.

Einar har latt seg begeistre av å være Torshovfar på våren, men Jan har opplevd store smerter i skulderen. Begge har falt for samme sak i media, til Einars store begeistring og Jans store fortvilelse.Produsert av Martin Oftedal, PLAN-B Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Ilden tennes i Lysgårdsbakken, Sissel Kyrkjebø synger og Bjørn Faarlund rapporterer, alt er nesten som i 1994 da det var OL på Lillehammer Episoden kan inneholde målrettet reklame, basert på din IP-adresse, enhet og posisjon. Se smartpod.no/personvern for informasjon og dine valg om deling av data.

Hva står initialene F.F.R.R. for? Hva er forbindelsen mellom Sissel Kyrkjebø og gjesten i denne episoden? Edwin Pinilla Gustoff, mest kjent som Eddie Guz, er frontmann med stor F i rockebandet The Carburetors. I tillegg holder han på med en rekke andre musikalske prosjekter, noe vi selvsagt tar for oss i dette intervjuet. Guz er en mann med med mange talenter og har blant annet skrevet en bachelor-oppgave i historie, et fag som også har påvirket hans musikalske virke. Etter 27 år i militæret har han gjort seg mange erfaringer og engasjementet for tidligere soldaters psykiske helse er brennende hos vinneren av Carnegie Heltefonds gullmedalje. MGP-deltagelse, soloprosjektet hans og bursdagsfeiring er også temaer vi snakker om. Eddie Guz er, som du skjønner, en mann med mange sider. Kos deg!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Efter sex veckor på listan går Peg Parnevik upp till förstaplatsen på Svensktoppen med Bättre Nu. Tidigare ettan Ellen Krauss får därmed nöja sig med andraplats för Inatt (Inget Stoppar Oss Nu) men är ju låtskrivare bakom nya ettan Bättre Nu. Missa inte heller att vara med och rösta fram den bästa jullåten på Svensktoppen genom tiderna. Här är Svensktoppen med Carolina Norén. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. Svensktoppen med Carolina Norén 17 december 2023Förra veckans jullåtar håller sig kvar på listan, men får nu sällskap även av Måns Zelmerlöws ”Christmas, Christmas Everywhere” som är ny på tiondeplatsen. Carola är tillbaka på listans niondeplats med ”Händer Upp”. Mapei får lämna med ”Minns Ikväll” liksom Darin med ”Satellit”. Bland veckans bubblare märks Sven-Ingvars med ”Herr Anderssons Jul”, Jesper Lindell med ”One Of These Rainy Days” och Felix Jaehn feat Sandro Cavazza med ”All For Love”.Så här gör du för att rösta fram den bästa jullåten på Svensktoppen genom tiderna.Var med och rösta fram den allra bästa jullåten någonsin på Svensktoppen. Här nedan ser du vilka låtar som legat på listan genom åren.Så här röstar du:MEJLA: Skicka ett mejl till svensktoppen@sverigesradio.se och skriv vilken jullåt du vill rösta på i ämnesraden.RING: Ring till vår telefonsvarare: 08-784 17 00SKRIV ETT BREV: Det går också bra att skriva ett vanligt brev och skicka din röst per post. Adressen är: Svensktoppen, Sveriges Radio P4, 105 10 Stockholm.Här är låtarna som du kan rösta på – OBS du kan bara rösta på en låt i denna omröstning.Röstningen pågår till 19/12 och vinnarlåten presenteras i Svensktoppen på julafton 24/12.1972 Låt mig få tända ett ljus – Siv Pettersson 1973 Min barndoms jular – Mia Marianne & Per Filip 1981 Hej mitt vinterland – Agnetha Fältskog & Linda 1986 Ett julkort ifrån dej – Anna Book 1986 Natten tänder ljus på himlen – Carina Jaarnek 1987 Natten tänder ljus på himlen – Jan Malmsjö 1987 Ikväll jag tänder ett ljus – Kikki Danielsson 1987 Tänd ett ljus – TRIAD 1988 Vår julskinka har rymt – Werner & Werner 1989 Julen är här – Tommy Körberg och Sissel Kyrkjebö 1990 Julen är kommen – Sofia Källgren 1991 Juligen – Just D 1992 Vart tog tomten vägen – Leif ”Loket” Olsson 1994 Hemmets Jul – Jenny Öhlund 1994 Vinternatt (då tänder vi ljusen) – Thorleifs 1995 Julklockor över vår jord – Ann-Cathrine Wiklander 1995 Julnatt (Marias sång) – Sten Nilsson & Joybells 2000 Advent – Christer Sjögren 2000 Stjärnan lyser klar – Sten Nilsson 2000 Nu är det advent – Kikki Danielsson & Janne Önnerud 2001 Jag kommer hem till jul – Peter Glyt med Sigge Hill 2001 Jul, jul strålande jul – Christer Sjögren 2003 Rock´n-roll X-mas – The Refreshments 2006 Falling in love (with Christmas time) – Moneybrother feat Jerry Williams 2007 Santas gonna rock – The Refreshments 2008 Vitare än snö – Lasse Stefanz 2009 Äntligen december – Lotta Engberg 2010 December – Måns Zelmerlöw2010 I´ll be your wish tonight – Sarah Dawn Finer 2011 Kära vinter – Måns Zelmerlöw 2012 Vinterhamn – Benny Andersson & Helen Sjöholm 2012 Counting Miracles – Malena Ernman & Jerry Williams 2012 Christmas Fool – Amanda Jenssen 2017 I´m coming home this Christmas – Brolle 2017 Let Christmas be the reason – Weeping Willows 2018 Århundradets Jul – Magnus Uggla 2019 Fira jul med mig – Linnea Henriksson 2019 Stockholm i december – Ulf Lundell 2020 Come whatever, come what may – My Marianne & Jonathan Johansson 2020 När snön faller ner – Arvingarna 2020 Vinterland – Laleh 2021 Välkommen jul – John Lundvik 2021 What´s Christmas anyway – Darin 2021 It´s Christmas – Björn Skifs 2022 Ängel I snö (kyrie) – Pernilla Andersson 2022 Klart det ska bli jul – Arvingarna 2022 Let´s sing (it´s Christmastime) – Måns Zelmerlöw & Carola

Det blir Lisa Nilsson och Viktor Norén med Det Är Dig Jag Väntat På samt Lena Philipsson med I December som får de två första jullåtarna på listan. Dessutom! Var med och rösta fram den bästa jullåten på Svensktoppen genom tiderna. Här är Svensktoppen med Carolina Norén. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. Veckans lista 2023-12-10Ellen Krauss fortsätter i topp med ”Inatt (Inget Stoppar Oss Nu) och Peg Parnevik är fortsatt tvåa med ”Bättre Nu”. Miss Li överraskar genom att tvärvända uppåt igen och är nu trea med ”Ålderdomshemmet”, som även är den som låt nu legat längst på listan med sina 32 veckor. Molly Sandén får lämna med ”Psykos” liksom Joel Nunez & Cecilia Kallin med ””Wait For Me”.Så här gör du för att rösta fram den bästa jullåten på Svensktoppen genom tiderna.Var med och rösta fram den allra bästa jullåten någonsin på Svensktoppen. Här nedan ser du vilka låtar som legat på listan genom åren.Så här röstar du:MEJLA: Skicka ett mejl till svensktoppen@sverigesradio.se och skriv vilken jullåt du vill rösta på i ämnesraden.RING: Ring till vår telefonsvarare: 08-784 17 00SKRIV ETT BREV: Det går också bra att skriva ett vanligt brev och skicka din röst per post. Adressen är: Svensktoppen, Sveriges Radio P4, 105 10 Stockholm.Här är låtarna som du kan rösta på – OBS du kan bara rösta på en låt i denna omröstning.Röstningen pågår till 19/12 och vinnarlåten presenteras i Svensktoppen på julafton 24/12.1972 Låt mig få tända ett ljus – Siv Pettersson 1973 Min barndoms jular – Mia Marianne & Per Filip 1981 Hej mitt vinterland – Agnetha Fältskog & Linda 1986 Ett julkort ifrån dej – Anna Book 1986 Natten tänder ljus på himlen – Carina Jaarnek 1987 Natten tänder ljus på himlen – Jan Malmsjö 1987 Ikväll jag tänder ett ljus – Kikki Danielsson 1987 Tänd ett ljus – TRIAD 1988 Vår julskinka har rymt – Werner & Werner 1989 Julen är här – Tommy Körberg och Sissel Kyrkjebö 1990 Julen är kommen – Sofia Källgren 1991 Juligen – Just D 1992 Vart tog tomten vägen – Leif ”Loket” Olsson 1994 Hemmets Jul – Jenny Öhlund 1994 Vinternatt (då tänder vi ljusen) – Thorleifs 1995 Julklockor över vår jord – Ann-Cathrine Wiklander 1995 Julnatt (Marias sång) – Sten Nilsson & Joybells 2000 Advent – Christer Sjögren 2000 Stjärnan lyser klar – Sten Nilsson 2000 Nu är det advent – Kikki Danielsson & Janne Önnerud 2001 Jag kommer hem till jul – Peter Glyt med Sigge Hill 2001 Jul, jul strålande jul – Christer Sjögren 2003 Rock´n-roll X-mas – The Refreshments 2006 Falling in love (with Christmas time) – Moneybrother feat Jerry Williams 2007 Santas gonna rock – The Refreshments 2008 Vitare än snö – Lasse Stefanz 2009 Äntligen december – Lotta Engberg 2010 December – Måns Zelmerlöw2010 I´ll be your wish tonight – Sarah Dawn Finer 2011 Kära vinter – Måns Zelmerlöw 2012 Vinterhamn – Benny Andersson & Helen Sjöholm 2012 Counting Miracles – Malena Ernman & Jerry Williams 2012 Christmas Fool – Amanda Jenssen 2017 I´m coming home this Christmas – Brolle 2017 Let Christmas be the reason – Weeping Willows 2018 Århundradets Jul – Magnus Uggla 2019 Fira jul med mig – Linnea Henriksson 2019 Stockholm i december – Ulf Lundell 2020 Come whatever, come what may – My Marianne & Jonathan Johansson 2020 När snön faller ner – Arvingarna 2020 Vinterland – Laleh 2021 Välkommen jul – John Lundvik 2021 What´s Christmas anyway – Darin 2021 It´s Christmas – Björn Skifs 2022 Ängel I snö (kyrie) – Pernilla Andersson 2022 Klart det ska bli jul – Arvingarna 2022 Let´s sing (it´s Christmastime) – Måns Zelmerlöw & Carola

Molly Sandén blir högsta nykomling på Svensktoppen med nya Psykos som går rakt in på fjärdeplatsen. Dessutom! Så här gör du för att vara med och rösta fram den bästa jullåten på Svensktoppen genom tiderna. Här är Svensktoppen med Carolina Norén. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. Ellen Krauss behåller förstaplatsen med ”Inatt (Inget Stoppar Oss Nu)”, Peg Parnevik avancerar starkt och är nu tvåa med ”Bättre Nu” och Mapei går upp till tredjeplatsen med ”Minns Ikväll”.Bland veckans bubblare börjar julmusiken märkas av. Till exempel är Lena Philipsson aktuell med nya ”I December” och Wilmer X med ”Jorden Runt I Jul”.Darin kommer tillbaka till listan med ”Satellit” men får även lämna med ”Starkare”. Även Laleh lämnar med Vargtimme, Hannes Aitman med ”Dying For A Name” liksom Veronica Maggio & NOTD med ”Occhi D´Amore”.Dessutom – så här gör du för att rösta fram den bästa jullåten på Svensktoppen genom tiderna.Var med och rösta fram den allra bästa jullåten någonsin på Svensktoppen. Här nedan ser du vilka låtar som legat på listan genom åren.Så här röstar du:MEJLA: Skicka ett mejl till svensktoppen@sverigesradio.se och skriv vilken jullåt du vill rösta på i ämnesraden.RING: Ring till vår telefonsvarare: 08-784 17 00SKRIV ETT BREV: Det går också bra att skriva ett vanligt brev och skicka din röst per post. Adressen är: Svensktoppen, Sveriges Radio P4, 105 10 Stockholm.Här är låtarna som du kan rösta på – OBS du kan bara rösta på en låt i denna omröstning.Röstningen pågår till 19/12 och vinnarlåten presenteras i Svensktoppen på julafton 24/12.1972 Låt mig få tända ett ljus – Siv Pettersson 1973 Min barndoms jular – Mia Marianne & Per Filip 1981 Hej mitt vinterland – Agnetha Fältskog & Linda 1986 Ett julkort ifrån dej – Anna Book 1986 Natten tänder ljus på himlen – Carina Jaarnek 1987 Natten tänder ljus på himlen – Jan Malmsjö 1987 Ikväll jag tänder ett ljus – Kikki Danielsson 1987 Tänd ett ljus – TRIAD 1988 Vår julskinka har rymt – Werner & Werner 1989 Julen är här – Tommy Körberg och Sissel Kyrkjebö 1990 Julen är kommen – Sofia Källgren 1991 Juligen – Just D 1992 Vart tog tomten vägen – Leif ”Loket” Olsson 1994 Hemmets Jul – Jenny Öhlund 1994 Vinternatt (då tänder vi ljusen) – Thorleifs 1995 Julklockor över vår jord – Ann-Cathrine Wiklander 1995 Julnatt (Marias sång) – Sten Nilsson & Joybells 2000 Advent – Christer Sjögren 2000 Stjärnan lyser klar – Sten Nilsson 2000 Nu är det advent – Kikki Danielsson & Janne Önnerud 2001 Jag kommer hem till jul – Peter Glyt med Sigge Hill 2001 Jul, jul strålande jul – Christer Sjögren 2003 Rock´n-roll X-mas – The Refreshments 2006 Falling in love (with Christmas time) – Moneybrother feat Jerry Williams 2007 Santas gonna rock – The Refreshments 2008 Vitare än snö – Lasse Stefanz 2009 Äntligen december – Lotta Engberg 2010 December – Måns Zelmerlöw2010 I´ll be your wish tonight – Sarah Dawn Finer 2011 Kära vinter – Måns Zelmerlöw 2012 Vinterhamn – Benny Andersson & Helen Sjöholm 2012 Counting Miracles – Malena Ernman & Jerry Williams 2012 Christmas Fool – Amanda Jenssen 2017 I´m coming home this Christmas – Brolle 2017 Let Christmas be the reason – Weeping Willows 2018 Århundradets Jul – Magnus Uggla 2019 Fira jul med mig – Linnea Henriksson 2019 Stockholm i december – Ulf Lundell 2020 Come whatever, come what may – My Marianne & Jonathan Johansson 2020 När snön faller ner – Arvingarna 2020 Vinterland – Laleh 2021 Välkommen jul – John Lundvik 2021 What´s Christmas anyway – Darin 2021 It´s Christmas – Björn Skifs 2022 Ängel I snö (kyrie) – Pernilla Andersson 2022 Klart det ska bli jul – Arvingarna 2022 Let´s sing (it´s Christmastime) – Måns Zelmerlöw & Carola

Tore har sjekket opp en bartender på Pride, og Simon har brukt åtte timer fra Oslo til Kristiansand. TikTok-generasjonen sverter Sissel Kyrkjebø, og vi tar selvfølgelig legenden i forsvar. Også snakker vi litt om hvordan forholde seg til ex-kjærester. God sommer! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Tore har møtt Sissel Kyrkjebø men ingen amerikanske soldater. Simon forteller om dating-forsøkene i New York i påsken og sammen prøver de å naile lydmelding på Hinge. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Der er i dén grad pyntet op til jul på musikfronten hos Musikhuset Esbjerg. I december vil du kunne opleve julekoncerter med navne som Jesper Lundgaard, Sissel Kyrkjebø, Stig Rossen og Anders Blichfeldt. Derudover bydes der på en gratis koncert med en lokal trio, der med garanti får dig i den rigtige julestemning. Her fortæller Claus Lorentsen fra Musikhuset Esbjerg, mere om arrangementerne.

Det var kærligheden som bragte Sissel Kyrkjebø til Danmark da hun ung. Nu har den bragt hende tilbage til Norge. Sissel har altid fulgt sit hjerte, både når det gjaldt kærligheden og karrieren, og hun lærte tidligt, at hjertet, det nære og det private, skal der værnes om. Gæst: Sissel Kyrkjebø, sangerinde. Vært: Stine Rosengren. www.dr.dk/p2

Sissel Kyrkjebø forteller om å holde på dialekta og å synge på dialekt. Øystein har vært på tur i skogen og hørt en mystisk lyd som må oppklares. Fotballekspert for Discovery, Tor Ole Skullerud, deler hva som skjedde da det ble strømbrudd under kampen på Aspmyra. Marte oppsummerer nattens Grammy Awards, og Bjørn opplyser om appen 'Kvitromat'. Episoden kan inneholde målrettet reklame, basert på din IP-adresse, enhet og posisjon. Se smartpod.no/personvern for informasjon og dine valg om deling av data.

Sissel Kyrkjebø var gjest og slipper musikk med en helt spesiell person. Meteorolog Roar Inge Hansen forteller om det kalde vårværet og Øystein og Bjørn diskuterer hva som er den beste, digitale handlelisten. Episoden kan inneholde målrettet reklame, basert på din IP-adresse, enhet og posisjon. Se smartpod.no/personvern for informasjon og dine valg om deling av data.

I denne uges udsendelse af Noget Ved Musikken kigger vi på en kommende film om Madonnas liv og kommer med et bud på hvem der skal spille den kontroversielle sangerinde, vi anbefaler fantastisk musik fra Peter Sommer og Sam Fender, og så tager vi temperaturen på danskernes musiksmag i form af deres favorit genre. Derudover diskuterer vi om onlineplatformen Patreon måske kan bruges til at skabe en tættere kontakt mellem musikere og deres fans, vi kigger på hvorfor Bryan Adams og Rod Stewart rottede sig sammen mod Sting, vi mindes et olympisk nummer med Sissel Kyrkjebø og om hvorvidt hun var gift med Eddie Skoller eller Anders Bircow og så afslører vi, hvordan en traditionel drikkevise sunget af et indfødt folkeslag fra Taiwan kunne skabe et kæmpehit tilbage i 1994 Velkommen til.

I businesstalk med Hilde Wedø finner vi ut av hvordan man kan markedsføre bedriften sin og vokse raskt. Hilde er bedre kjent som @hildecarma - Founder & Owner av kles- og nettbutikken Carma i Trondheim som ble grunnlagt i 2003. Hun har nylig lansert sitt eget klesmerke Hiil Studio som er brukt av både Lindmo, influensere og Sissel Kyrkjebø. Butikken og nettbutikken omsetter idag for for hele 70 millioner kroner årlig. Hun kan markedsføring og har opparbeidet seg et engasjert publikum på sosiale medier. Hun har skyhøye mål, er en leder, er suksessrik, har selvtillit og bryr seg ihvertfall ikke om janteloven. Sjekk ut @businesshenriette på instagram for flere videoklipp av denne episoden. Nyt!

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Ny uke, og endelig ny podcast. Denne uka har vi hatt besøk av Erik Solbakken, og Sissel Kyrkjebø. Vi har også med ukas hvem ringer og Geirs grovis! God fornøyelse!

A canção “Ue wo muito arrumou” ficou conhecida no mundo inteiro com o título de “Sukiyaki”. Na voz do ídolo Sakamoto Kyu, “Sukiyaki” alcançou a 1º colocação do ranking da Billboard em 1963, enquanto na Inglaterra, os Beatles lideravam a parada de sucesso. Afinal, quem criou esta música que já foi cantada por Daniela Mercury e Emicida? Na playlist “Olhando para o céu”, Rosa Myake apresenta o gênio por trás de “Ue wo muite arukou”: o pianista de jazz e compositor Nakamura Hachidai. Vamos cantar juntos? PLAYLIST #55 1-) The Big Four - Cotton Tail 2-) Mizuhara Hiroshi - Seishun wo kakero / 水原弘「青春を賭けろ」 3-) Mizuhara Hiroshi - Kuroi hanabirai / 水原弘「黒い花びら」 4-) Kayama Yuzo - Yoru no taiyou / 加山雄三「夜の太陽」 5-) Sakamoto Kyu - Ue wo muite arukou / 坂本九「上を向いて歩こう」 6-) Moriyama Kayoko - Yozora wo dakishimeyou / 森山加代子「青空を抱きしめよう」 7-) Nishida Sachiko - Furusato no youni / 西田佐知子「故郷ように」 8-) Fujio Jerry - Tooku he ikitai / ジェリー藤尾「遠くへ行きたい」 9-) Duke Aces - Osana najimi / デューク・エイセス「おさななじみ」 10-) Azusa Michiyo - Konnichiwa akatyan / 梓みちよ「こんにちは赤ちゃん」 11-) Kitajima Saburou - Kaeroukana / 北島三郎「帰ろかな」 12-) Pout-pourri - Ue wo muite arukou: Bobby Vee, Taste of Honey, 4 P.M., KISS, Trio Esperança, Daniela Mercury, Emicida-TOKYO SKA PARADISE ORCHESTRA, Yvonne Carre, Sissel Kyrkjebø, Selena, JCA NATIONAL YOUTH CHOIR.

Oslo-Eliten har trukket inn i skyggen for å gi en ny oppdatering fra en svett og varm tigerstad. Gamle Oslo er bydelen som denne gangen avlegges et besøk, og vi hører om St. Hallvard som både har tilknytning til byen og Lier. Store fontener i byen vår er stengt grunnet legionella, og Sinna-Deva har fått selskap av en hissig sentrumsbeboer som irriterer seg over solhungrige kvinnfolk i bikini på Vår Frelsers gravlund.

Gjest i dagens episode av ‘Syngedama?' er sanger og låtskriver Camilla Maria Myrås. Camilla har lang erfaring som artist innen pop- og jazzmusikk, i teateroppsetninger, musikaler og revyer. Hu har utgitt albumene «Papa can you hear me», «Diving with Dionysos» (Camilla Maria) og «Linedanser», som mottok svært gode anmeldelser. I 1994 var hun med i Talentiaden og året etterpå i Melodi Grand Prix. I 2013 skrev hun musikken til forestillingen «Vær hilset Karin Boye» på Rogaland Teater, og i 2017 var hun skuespiller og komponist i teaterforestillingen «Speilinger - en forestilling om mor og datter». Hun er også vokalist i jazzensemblet «The Ipanema Ensemble», og var med som solist på åpningen av Stavanger Konserthus på Janove Ottesens åpningverk sammen med Stavanger Symfoniorkester i 2012. Camilla er også kjent for sitt samarbeid med Kjell Reianes, og som initiativtaker og arrangør av kvinnedagsfestivalen «Skambra damer», sammen med Hanne Vasshus. I episoden snakker hun bl.a om Skambra Damer, hennes deltakelse i MGP og Talentiaden, sminketipset hun fikk av Sissel Kyrkjebø, hvordan hun jobber som musiker og låtskriver, arbeidet med forestillingen "Vær hilset Karin Boye" og hennes motivasjonstips for å komme i gang med arbeidsdagen. I «Syngedama?» får du bli med bak sceneteppet og møte interessante og kreative kvinner som skaper auditiv kunst ved hjelp av sine stemmebånd. Hege Bjerk vil vite hvordan arbeidshverdagen til sine kollegaer ser ut, hva slags bakgrunn de har, hvorfor de synger, hvilke rutiner de har før en opptreden, hva de drømmer om, hvilke tanker de har rundt tituleringen «syngedame» - og mye annet gøy!!

تور سفر دهم ، بخش اول 1- ترانه زال زالک مرتضی برجسته و لیلا فروهر 2 - Mission Impossible music soundtrack , Lalo Schifrin 3 - I'd rather go blind , Rod stewart & Carlos Santana 4 - You will never walk alone , Sissel Kyrkjebø 5 - Leylimley , Omer Faruk Tekbilec & Glykeria

Sosialistisk Venstreparti (SV) holder landsmøte men overlater regjeringsspørsmålet til uravstemning blant medlemmene etter valget. Bergen skal slutte å kalle gater og torg etter menn, rydd plass til Sissel Kyrkjebø-almenningen. Med Anders Giæver, Hanne Skartveit, Roar Hagen, Tone Sofie Aglen. Teknisk produsent Magne Antonsen.

Kjærligheten er størst av alt, men for å komme dit trenger man håpet. Arve Juritzen. Sissel Kyrkjebø synger "I don't know how to love him"

Ønsker du å kunne gå inn i et rom som om du er selveste Sissel Kyrkjebø? Hør ukens episode om karisma for å lære deg triksene!

Ingen er så lykkelig julestemte som de nesten-hellige artistene som hver jul hjemsøker våre kirker og TV-skjermer med sine versjoner av de herligste, mest himmelske julesangene. Ja, det er jo turne-arrangørene også da, f.eks. Jan Fredrik Karlsen/Petter Stordalen, som daler ned i skjul som den pengemannen han er, og som den engelen han vil være...sjølsagt med pengene. Kurt Nilsen er vår store jule-profet hva konserter angår, Sissel Kyrkjebø er der, Rune Larsen og Tor Endresen har ALLTID vært der, og det som før var Åsgårdsreien er snudd til å bli en pengesopende flokk av juleartister. Men ikke i 2020! Koronaen, vettu! Derfor har Abid Raja og Kulturrådet funnet ut at de pengene Rune, Sissel, Jan Fredrik og til og med DDE skulle hatt, det skal dem jammen få likevel. Ittno knussel!  Derfor har vi en bråte mennesker som tjener mye, mye mindre enn før, siden de ikke får lov å spille noen steder. Og så har vi de store, kjente og fra før ganske så velstående artistene. Salige er de som har, for de skal få!  Bjørn Eidsvåg og!

Epost: Laernorsknaa@gmail.com Teksten til episoden: https://laernorsknaa.com/44-norsk-julemusikk/ Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/laernorsknaa?fan_landing=true Twitter: https://twitter.com/MariusStangela1 Sanger fra 1800-tallet: "Jeg er så glad hver julekveld" med Sissel Kyrkjebø: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4TUN0aPcs8&ab_channel=Sissel-Topic "Kling no klokka" med Garness: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bMBN3Vfaegs&ab_channel=Garness-Topic "O jul med din glede": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kxwqg7HHvpg&ab_channel=PaulFleming «Så går vi rundt om en enebærbusk»: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TwXXb1egTPc&ab_channel=PaulFleming Sanger fa tidlig til midten av 1900-tallet: «På loven sitter nissen»: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8NNeT6jyQw&ab_channel=Buggeg%C3%A5rden «Julekveldsvisa» av Alf Prøysen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mde5DK7jPug&ab_channel=Pr%C3%B8ysenLegend «Musevisa» av Alf Prøysen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7UMWQeTF5qM&ab_channel=AlfPr%C3%B8ysen-Topic «Det lyser i stille grender»: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tp7M9YlIIrQ&ab_channel=Morten Moderne norske julesanger: "En stjerne skinner i natt": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ilTwan9A8M&ab_channel=ThaChrimsChrams "Himmel på jord" med Kurt Nilsen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kbg--yUq0So&ab_channel=JosephHenryKing «Nordnorsk julesalme» : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wwPPTQqikA&ab_channel=bjarbirk «Hematt tel Jul» av Vazelina Bilopphøggers: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rCrdwRyQM9M&ab_channel=kaste94 «Stjernesludd» med Kurt Nilsen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFMhm41S9bc&ab_channel=KurtNilsen-Topic "Sonjas sang til julestjernen" fra "Reisen til Julestjernen (1976): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytMKOdOg-n0&ab_channel=haraldpaulsen76 «Vi tenner våre lykter» med Katzenjammer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ToFpo4KAz0s&ab_channel=TheReal.MrPresident Sang på slutten: «Gje meg handa di venn» med Kurt Nilsen og Helene Bøklse: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anv_FVWzYhs&ab_channel=01Hege

Denne uka har Jordmorpodden besøk av Stine Næss-Hartmann som deler åpent, ærlig og herlig fra svangerskap, fødsel og barseltid. Hun forteller blant annet om sin uvanlige fødselsfest, tross koronaens herjinger.

Arve Juritzen hadde planlagt å gå i Jesu fotspor, i Jerusalem, men resultatet ble noe ganske annet enn forventet. Arve Juritzen er journalist. Sissel Kyrkjebø synger "I don't know how to love him"

Er det riktig å tenke om oss selv at vi er gode nok, når vi faktisk gjør noe som ikke er godt? spør Åste Dokka, prest og forlagsredaktør i Vårt Land Forlag. Sissel Kyrkjebø synger "Velkommen hjem"

Her forteller jeg historien om admiral Rozhestvensky og hans erkefiende - båten Kamtchatka - til en gjest. Denne gjesten heter Helge Svendsen. Han liker caps, katter, og Se ilden lyse av Sissel Kyrkjebø. Ikke nødvendigvis i den rekkefølgen. Men det viktigste er at han aldri har hørt historien før. Hans rolle er å være en slags kommentator til hva som utspiller seg i historien, så man kan trygt si at både latter, fjas og oppgitthet sitter løst her. Velkommen til Historietimen - med gjest.

Vísindamenn í Bandaríkjunum hafa fylgst grannt með háhyrningskúnni Shacha sem lifir í hafinu úti fyrir Seattle. Hún er leiðtogi í sínum hópi og heldur vel utan um afkvæmi sín. Framtíð hennar og annarra háhyrninga á þessum slóðum er í óvissu vegna aðgerða mannsins; súrnunar hafsins, mengunar, skipaumferðar og fleiri þátta. Freyr Eyjólfsson sagði frá í pistli. Enn er víða ófært og rafmagnslaust á norðanverðu landinu. Ragnheiður Jóna Ingimarsdóttir, sveitarstjóri í Húnaþingi vestra, sagði frá stöðu mála þar. Rauði krossinn kom upp fjöldahjálparstöð á Hvammstanga og þangað leitaði fólk frá köldum bæjum og húsum í sveitarfélaginu. Kosið er til þings í Bretlandi í dag. Bogi Ágústsson settist við Heimsgluggann og fór yfir stöðu flokkanna á kjördegi. Fyrir tveimur vikum var útlit fyrir að Íhaldsflokkurinn myndi vinna góðan sigur en dregið hefur saman með flokkunum síðan þá. Enn er þó útlit fyrir að Boris Johnson verði áfram forsætisráðherra. Orðabókanotkun hefur á stuttum tíma færst nánast alveg frá bókum yfir á internetið. Norræna veforðabókin ÍSLEX var opnuð fyrir almenning fyrir átta árum og í dag nota hana um 130 þúsund manns á ári. Halldóra Jónsdóttir, verkefnisstjóri við Árnastofnun, sagði frá þróuninni og möguleikunum. Tónlist: Vikivaki - Jón Páll Bjarnason, Julen ar har - Tommy Körberg og Sissel Kyrkjebö.

Vísindamenn í Bandaríkjunum hafa fylgst grannt með háhyrningskúnni Shacha sem lifir í hafinu úti fyrir Seattle. Hún er leiðtogi í sínum hópi og heldur vel utan um afkvæmi sín. Framtíð hennar og annarra háhyrninga á þessum slóðum er í óvissu vegna aðgerða mannsins; súrnunar hafsins, mengunar, skipaumferðar og fleiri þátta. Freyr Eyjólfsson sagði frá í pistli. Enn er víða ófært og rafmagnslaust á norðanverðu landinu. Ragnheiður Jóna Ingimarsdóttir, sveitarstjóri í Húnaþingi vestra, sagði frá stöðu mála þar. Rauði krossinn kom upp fjöldahjálparstöð á Hvammstanga og þangað leitaði fólk frá köldum bæjum og húsum í sveitarfélaginu. Kosið er til þings í Bretlandi í dag. Bogi Ágústsson settist við Heimsgluggann og fór yfir stöðu flokkanna á kjördegi. Fyrir tveimur vikum var útlit fyrir að Íhaldsflokkurinn myndi vinna góðan sigur en dregið hefur saman með flokkunum síðan þá. Enn er þó útlit fyrir að Boris Johnson verði áfram forsætisráðherra. Orðabókanotkun hefur á stuttum tíma færst nánast alveg frá bókum yfir á internetið. Norræna veforðabókin ÍSLEX var opnuð fyrir almenning fyrir átta árum og í dag nota hana um 130 þúsund manns á ári. Halldóra Jónsdóttir, verkefnisstjóri við Árnastofnun, sagði frá þróuninni og möguleikunum. Tónlist: Vikivaki - Jón Páll Bjarnason, Julen ar har - Tommy Körberg og Sissel Kyrkjebö.

** Håkon Haug Enga fra gruppen "stopp dødstrailerne " krever handlekraft fra norske politikere nå. Han møter Samferdselsminister Jon Georg dale til debatt. En mor som mistet sin sønn i en trafikkulykke, forårsaket av en trailer med farlige dekk, har engasjert seg i saken. Hun forteller sin historie. ** Gunleiv Andersen er homofil, men har valgt å gifte seg med en kvinne siden bibelen sier det er riktig. Vi skal spørre hvorfor ** Sissel Kyrkjebø slipper ny juleplate og er med oss fra Malmø. ** Vi skal til sesongåpning på Beitostølen hvor langrennsjef Espen Bjervig gir oss siste nytt om Ingvild Flugstad Østberg og Johannes Høstflot Klæbo. ** Og du skal få møte Petter Northug som avslører sine fremtidplaner etter at han nå har lagt opp.

« Rune Larsen debuterte i 1965 med sin første plateinnspilling som 16 åring, og har siden da gjort mange innspillinger i forskjellige sjangre med et imponerende platesalg. Han var på 70 tallet en av de mestselgende kristne artister, og har totalt solgt nærmere 800 tusen plater. Han er i tillegg til å være artist, en godt kjent programleder på TV med bl.a programmene Lollipop, Noteknekk og Absolutt norsk. Han startet plateselskapet Noah, som stod for lanseringen av bl.a Sissel Kyrkjebø. Han er avholdsmann, stolt bærer av korset rundt halsen og reiser idag rundt med bl.a konserten «fra rockens konge til kongenes konge»

Hvem ringer? Nett-rusken, tirsdagshelt, Sissel Kyrkjebø, Grovis, Sommerværet, Loven skryter, båt, Eli Kari Gjengedal.. Dette er bare noen få ord om uken som har gått! Kos deg med ukas best of!

God fredag! I dag får me besøk av Sissel Kyrkjebø som stiller med nydeleg song, og fortel om si episke karriere. I tillegg blir det sjølvsagt vekas overskrifter og noko allsang på ein inneklemt fredag.

Av lufta: Silje var på utdrikningsslag i helga, og var naken i Oslofjorden kl. 13. Markus var i bryllup, og Ronny har bydd på leilighet. Det dukkar opp ulike tabbar gjort på radioen, og det blir god stemning i studio. I tillegg får du ein del godbitar frå den siste veka: Sissel Kyrkjebø har vore på besøk. Lene Sofie sin Brannfakkel. Tilbakeblikk til då Markus møtte Erna i 2014. Og meir!

Sissel Kyrkjebø er gjest, og vi snakker med konditor-Pascal om myten om man blir gift om kakestykket blir stående

Julie Vikestad Olsen er sanger og musikalartist, og har spilt hovedrollen som Sonja i «Reisen til julestjernen» og har sunget med Sissel Kyrkjebø i «Sissels jul». Hennes forhold til anger strekker seg fra å ha på seg sokker som sklir, til anger under svangerskap. Vi snakker bl.a. om at det må være lov å bruke begrepet barnefri, for å ha mer tid som forelder, om å være livredd for å miste barnet sitt, om å synge med selveste Sissel Kyrkjebø, om bygdedyret og at alle kjenner alle på bygda. Programleder: Sivert Moe See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Sissel Kyrkjebø og resten av The Skullingtons kom og pratet sexy i munnen på hverandre. Spilte live på kæzzegitærer gjorderem også. Ille gøtt. Gørrgøtt!

Vi har vært på opera! Sett på lineær TV! Julekalenderen er på plass! Men hvor er Sissel Kyrkjebø?

Sålt över 6 milj skivor, Hon har fått hela världen att gråta och bli berörd med sina toner i Titanic detta avsnitt gästas jag av den Norska internationella världsartisten Sissel Kyrkjebö Hon har gästat David Letterman show sjungit avslutningen av OS. Är rösten i lilla sjöjungfrun ariel. Vi pratar också om när hon hängde med Rowan Atkinson aka MR Been och självaste Jame Bond Pierce Brosnan Lyssna på en helt fantastisk avsnitt med en levande legend

Sålt över 6 milj skivor, Hon har fått hela världen att gråta och bli berörd med sina toner i Titanic detta avsnitt gästas jag av den Norska internationella världsartisten Sissel Kyrkjebö Hon har gästat David Letterman show sjungit avslutningen av OS. Är rösten i lilla sjöjungfrun ariel. Vi pratar också om när hon hängde med Rowan Atkinson aka MR Been och självaste Jame Bond Pierce Brosnan Lyssna på en helt fantastisk avsnitt med en levande legend

Vi fikk besøk av gullstrupen Sissel Kyrkjebø i dag! Hun forteller om sine juleforberedelser i dagens podcast. Vi har også snakket med daglig leder i Valyou, den nye betalingstjenesten på mobil. Dette og mye mer får du i dagens podcast!

Hege om sitt møte med en hvittipphai, Skavlan får svorskpris, Mads tar kontakt med en av sine nærmeste Facebookvenner og Sissel Kyrkjebø snakker om juleforberedelser.