by Sondre, age 8, writes to Santa from Bergen, Norway, and asks who Julenissen really is.
Dear Santa,
My name is Sondre, and I am 8 years old. I live in Bergen, Norway, where it rains so often in his city that his class has an entire lesson about umbrellas.
Dear Sondre, that is exactly the sort of detail I like to hear about Bergen. It tells me you are paying attention to the world around you, which is the first step toward being a thoughtful person. Keep noticing things like that.
Santa, I have three questions. First, who is Julenissen? My mom says that is what some people call you where they live, but I do not really understand who that is.
Julenissen is what folks in Norway affectionately call my old colleague, and in most every way, he and I are one and the same spirit of Christmas kindness, just wearing a name that fits the local language and the local customs. Every culture has shaped its own version of the story over the centuries, but underneath all the different names, it is always the same idea: someone who shows up in the cold and dark of winter to remind people that generosity matters. I am honored to answer to so many names.
Second, my teacher was telling us about the fjords, the long narrow inlets of sea that cut deep into the mountains near his home. Do you fly over that on your Christmas Eve route?
Every single year, without fail. The fjords, the long narrow inlets of sea that cut deep into the mountains near his home is one of the sights the reindeer look forward to most, and I always tell the new reindeer on the team to watch closely as we pass over, because there are not many views in the whole wide world quite like it. Rudolph usually slows down just a little right there, and I have learned not to rush him.
Third, is it true that in in Norway? My family was talking about it at dinner and I want to know if it is real.
It certainly is true. In norway, families set out a bowl of porridge for the nisse on christmas eve so he stays friendly all year. I think that is a wonderful thing for a family to talk about at the dinner table, because customs like that are what make Norway feel like Norway, and they are exactly the sort of thing that keeps a community close together, especially in the winter months.
Thank you for your letter and your good questions, Sondre. Keep noticing the world around you, keep asking honest questions, and keep being kind to the people in Bergen. That is the whole spirit of Christmas right there. Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas, Santa.
Your friend,
Sondre
Bergen, Norway
P.S. Do you and Julenissen ever compare notes on which one of you has the harder route?
Constantly. So far it remains a friendly and entirely unresolved argument.
