Cold, wet and with no food to cook, Christmas in the wild started looking less appealing. The next day started his hike home early. The air was white with snow blowing into his clenched eyes, leaving him half blind.
Matthias walked along the edge of the sea ice. He was making good speed home. A loud crack suddenly filled his ears and the ice split open beneath him. He plunged into the piercingly cold water.
Gasping for air, with only his head above the icy water, Matthias struggled to pull himself out and into safety. Shivering to the bone it took all his effort to trudge on home. It had been more than a day without food.
MEANWHILE IN TASIILAQ
On the edges of Tasiilaq town lies a very small hut. In this house, Matthias’ friend Peter was preparing a big Christmas feast complete with roast duck and potatoes, all for himself. He lit candles, set the table, and put Bing Crosby on the record player. It was Christmas Eve.
THE PRODIGAL FRIEND
Suddenly, Peter’s dogs started barking. Someone knocked on the door. Wondering who it was, Peter opened it. There stood his friend Matthias and his dog shivering outside.
Letting him in, Peter asked Matthias to join him for the dinner that he had originally invited him for. Having not eaten for more than twenty-four hours, Peter accepted gratefully.
THE MORAL TO THE STORY
This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, one that would mean many more Christmases together. Even if it wasn’t what he had imagined, Matthias’ first Christmas in Greenland turned out to be special after all.
The moral of the story? Bring provisions on a hike, don’t walk on thin ice, and cherish your friends….especially those who have prepared a Christmas feast!
*This Christmas tale is inspired by true events.