When I was young Christmas, Santa Claus, Father Christmas,
and St. Nick were all mixed up – but it didn’t seem to matter.
Wikipedia says:
In Northern Germany, Sankt
Nikolaus is usually celebrated on a small scale. Many children put a boot
called Nikolaus-Stiefel outside the front door on the night of 5
December. St. Nicholas fills the boot with gifts and sweets overnight, and at
the same time checks up on the children to see if they were good, polite and
helpful the last year. If they were not, they will have a tree branch in their
boots instead. Sometimes a Nikolaus impersonator also visits the children at
school or in their homes and asks them if they have been good (sometimes
ostensibly checking his golden book for their record), handing out presents on
the basis of their behavior.
Here’s what I remember from when I was a child.
St. Nicholas Eve was the start of the Christmas season.
St. Nicholas Eve was the start of the Christmas season.
Everyone in the family hung stockings on St. Nicholas Eve. The socks my brother
and I wore were much too small, so my grandmother donated her long baggy cotton
stockings.
I don’t remember really big gifts. Everything had to fit in
the stocking. But there was always an orange in the toe (which made the
stocking really long and funny looking) and some candy. Maybe there were small toys.
I think the excitement was more important than the gifts. Gifts and surprises
weren’t ordinary. And little things meant more. (And Christmas meant big presents.)To awake to find a bulging
stocking was pure magic.
My remembrances fit the Northern German tradition. Stockings instead of boots. And St Nicholas as the
beginning of the annual “be good or Santa will bring you coal” time of year.
Behavior was very important. I also remember threats that bad children could get a switch
(ah the old tree branch).
I’m not sure when my family stopped hanging St. Nicholas stockings,
but we never hung stockings on Christmas Eve and I always wondered why anyone
would do that. Sadly, I think in my family the St. Nicholas traditions
disappeared because they didn’t fit the melting pot American Santa Claus images.
*The perverted story “Six to Eight Black Men” by David Sedaris in Holidays on Ice provides
politically incorrect outrageous holiday laughs at the expense of Saint
Nicholas in the Netherlands.Originally
published in Esquire, listen to Sedaris read it at Carnegie Hall on YouTube
For a more delightful version of St. Nicholas Eve as celebrated by the dog-shifter librarians of Shipsfeather, Ohio read the Wassail Excerpt and the St. Nicholas excerpt posts from Released, Book 1 of The Shapeshifters' Library.
THANKS for sharing, Amber. Its so interesting to hear about others' Christmas traditions/heritages. Mine was always a beautiful memory. Mom and Dad would spend like crazy at Christmas time, to make up for being a bit poorer during the rest of the year, and we would get so many presents. Mom always did the BEST, most delicious Dinner, and she had cooked for days all the many desserts and special meals that she planned every year. Then, we'd go to my grandparents house and there would always be a HUGE crowd (Dad was the oldest of 12 kids!) and the festivity there would be almost overwhelming. Anyhoo, by the time Christmas day was over, we'd fall asleep very happy --and very exhausted little kids.
ReplyDeleteChristmas Hugs, Kari Thomas, www.authorkari.blogspot.com