Time travel. In the countryside, each Alsatian owned a few animals. If only a few chickens, rabbits. They too had the right to celebrate Christmas, thanks to the tradition of Wihnàchtshämpfele. The Christmas handle.
Not a handshake, especially not at the moment with barrier gestures, but a handful of extra food. After midnight mass, and having returned home, we went to the barn. Because the animals were also delighted with the birth of Christ. The ox and the donkey were well in the manger, like the sheep of the shepherds around. We woke up the animals, and we fed them. Now a rather strange legend intervenes. The awakened and fed animals could begin to speak, and to unveil the future. To avoid this, it was imperative to go out immediately after feeding, because well, knowing your future, it spoils the pleasure a little anyway. It is said, moreover, that a Sundgauvian farmer remained to listen to his horses in order to know the future. These were not the lottery numbers: the horses announce the death of the farmer.
Atmosphere … The latter was so afraid that he had a heart attack and died. Tonight, don’t forget your pets, give them a dose, it’s Christmas for everyone. But if they do start talking to you, get out. You never know what can happen after the Wihnàchtshàmpfel, the Christmas handle. And merry Christmas, scheeni Wihnàchte, nàtirli.