Lars sto og stirret ut av vinduet i hytta.

Lars stood and stared out of the window in the hytta.

Snøen dalte tungt nedover fjordene utenfor.

The snow was falling heavily over the fjordene outside.

Hytta var varm og lun, med lukten av granbar og pepperkaker som fylte rommet.

The hytta was warm and cozy, with the scent of pine and gingerbread filling the room.

Julen nærmet seg, og han kjente forventningen blande seg med uro i brystet.

Christmas was approaching, and he felt anticipation mixed with anxiety in his chest.

Dette året var annerledes.

This year was different.

Far var borte, og Lars hadde lovet å føre tradisjonene videre.

Far was gone, and Lars had promised to carry on the traditions.

Sigrid og Johan, hans søsken, var allerede på vei.

Sigrid and Johan, his siblings, were already on their way.

De forventet en jul som far en gang skapte.

They expected a Christmas like the one Far once created.

Lars visste at det var en stor oppgave.

Lars knew it was a big task.

Det begynte bra.

It started well.

Familien samlet seg rundt bordet, julelysene kastet et gyllent skjær over ansiktene deres.

The family gathered around the table, the Christmas lights casting a golden glow over their faces.

De spiste julemiddag og lo av gamle historier.

They ate Christmas dinner and laughed at old stories.

Men snøen utenfor ble tettere, og snart innså de at de var snødd inne.

But the snow outside became denser, and soon they realized they were snowed in.

Ingen kunne dra eller komme.

No one could leave or arrive.

Med tiden begynte irritasjonen å vokse.

Over time, irritation began to grow.

Misforståelser og gamle konflikter som de trodde var glemt, dukket opp.

Misunderstandings and old conflicts they thought were forgotten resurfaced.

Lars så nervøst på Sigrid og Johan.

Lars looked nervously at Sigrid and Johan.

De hevet stemmen noe sjeldent, og stillheten fra fjordene ble bare brutt av stemmene deres.

They raised their voices, something rare, and the silence from the fjordene was only broken by their voices.

Lars tok et dypt åndedrag.

Lars took a deep breath.

Han visste at noe måtte gjøres.

He knew something had to be done.

"Kan vi snakke sammen?

"Can we talk?"

" spurte han og så på søsknene sine med fast blikk.

he asked, looking at his siblings with a steady gaze.

"Jeg mener, virkelig snakke.

"I mean, really talk."

"Sigrid og Johan stoppet opp, overrasket.

Sigrid and Johan paused, surprised.

Lars fortsatte.

Lars continued.

Han snakket om julens betydning, om hvor viktig familien var, og om hvordan de sammen kunne minnes far.

He spoke about the meaning of Christmas, about how important family was, and how they could remember Far together.

Hans stemme var rolig, men fast.

His voice was calm but firm.

"Vi må lytte til hverandre," sa han.

"We must listen to each other," he said.

"Åpne opp, selv om det er vanskelig.

"Open up, even if it's difficult."

"Det var stille en stund.

There was silence for a while.

Så begynte Sigrid å snakke om noe som plaget henne lenge.

Then Sigrid began to talk about something that had been troubling her for a long time.

Johan fulgte etter, delte sine bekymringer og skuffelser.

Johan followed, sharing his concerns and disappointments.

Ordet flommet over, og snart delte de alle historier og følelser de hadde gjemt bort.

The words flowed, and soon they were all sharing stories and feelings they had hidden away.

Tårene kom, men samtidig gjorde også latteren det.

Tears came, but so did laughter.

Gamle sår begynte å heles i den varme, trygge hytta.

Old wounds began to heal in the warm, safe hytta.

Til slutt satt de tett sammen, delte minner om far.

Finally, they sat closely together, sharing memories of Far.

De visste at han ville vært stolt.

They knew he would have been proud.

I løpet av natten forandret snøstormen seg til en lett snødrev.

During the night, the snowstorm changed to a light flurry.

Utenfor var fjordene stumme vitner til denne fornyede familiefølelsen.

Outside, the fjordene were silent witnesses to this renewed family feeling.

Lars følte en ro smyge seg inn i hjertet hans.

Lars felt a calmness creep into his heart.

Han skjønte nå verdien av åpen kommunikasjon.

He now understood the value of open communication.

Denne julen hadde de begynt å skape nye tradisjoner, samtidig som de æret de gamle.

This Christmas, they had begun to create new traditions while honoring the old ones.

Når dagen grydde, visste Lars at han hadde klart det han ønsket: å samle familien igjen.

As the day dawned, Lars knew he had achieved what he wanted: to bring the family together again.

Dette var ikke bare minner fra far de delte, men de skapte også sine egne.

These were not just memories of Far they were sharing, but they were also creating their own.