I don’t care about Christmas that much in these days. But when I was a kid I thought it was a magic time of the year. Not for the presents or anything else in particular. I liked the atmosphere and the “tomte” stories.
I still like the tomte stories. Not the ones of Santa, but the ones of our elfs. We call them house-tomte. You can read more here:
Tomte – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
One of the Old Christmas traditions here in Scandinavia I really like because it’s about sharing. Like Danny at http://dreambigdreamoften.co says: sharing is caring.
Our little house tomtar helps us, without us seing them. At Christmas night we thank them by giving them a bowl of tomtegröt, which is Plot porridge or rice pudding in translation.
We put it out on the porch at night and when the morning comes the bowl is empty.
I think that’s a great symbolic way to share and care for little creatures that we don’t see and really don’t know much about.
Do they really exist, you might ask and I say, they exists as much as we do, we just don’t take notice of them these days. They exist in my head anyway🙂
I wish you all a merry whatever you want to celebrate or not celebrate. I think you should do what you wanna do, not what others want you to do.
But look out for the elfs!