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Every Christmas Eve

in the

little village of Dorta where I grew up, high in the mountains of Switzerland, we have a carnival, a carnival like no other. We call it “Drumming the Mountain Dragon”.

Everyone gathers around the Great Bear, the statue that stands in the middle of the village square. Sounding our hunting horns, and banging our drums, and not only drums but pots and pans too, we make our way up through the streets. The children lead the way, cracking their long whips and yelling as loud as they can. Even the smallest children join in.