d har hon alltid att kvittra om mnget ett frdeminne intet likvl om gtan , som rr sig i tomtens sinne genom en springa i ladans vgg lyser mnen p gubbens skgg strimman p skgget blnker tomten grubblar och tnker then she always has a lot to chirp about many a travel memory but nothing about the riddle that still stirs in tomtens mind through a crack in the barn wall the moon shines on the old ones beard the streak on the beard glimmers while tomten ponders and thinks then , without hesitation , transported : tyst r skogen och nejden all livet dr ute r fruset blott frn fjrran av forsens fall hres helt sakta bruset tomten lyssnar och , halvt i drm tycker sig hra tidens strm undrar , varthn den skall fara undrar , var kllan m vara the forest and fields are quiet life out there is frozen although , from far away you can her the slow rumble of a waterfall tomten listens , and half adream seems to hear the stream of time wonders where it goes wonders where it begins adream , she said .