A slightly different Advent story for the whole family. This really is the worst 1st Advent that Finja has ever experienced. No wreath and no biscuits, except for the stupid fortune biscuits that have been lying around everywhere since Dad accepted this job: He's supposed to write the sayings for fortune biscuits, but he's been on the line for days. And he can't get anything done now that mum is in rehab after her operation. There isn't even an advent calendar. So Finja simply makes up the best presents she can think of to save face in front of her classmates. The only problem is that they eventually want to see proof. How is Finja supposed to get out of this? An unusual Christmas story with humour and lovable characters.