My nephew declared over the phone that he thinks Jultomten—Santa Claus—may be fake. I can tell he's fishing for confirmation, so I only offered nonverbal responses in a neutral
tone during our conversation. His main reason for suspecting that something fishy is going on is that
his dad often has a last minute errand and leaves the house right before Jultomten shows up and then miss the whole visit. My brother—my nephew’s
dad—mixes it up some years and trades duties of impersonating Santa with a neighbor
or his brother in law. It’s hard for parents in Sweden to keep the myth of
Santa alive, because the children there expect Jultomten to shop up in person on the evening of December 24th and hand out gifts from his big sack. He knocks hard on the door,
usually three knocks, and asks in a boisterous voice if there are any nice
children in the house. The confident kids shout yes. The rest look to their
parents for confirmation that they’ve behaved well enough through the year to be given presents and then nod. Usually the expectation and tension is too much for at least one of the little ones and
there are tears, but then when the presents are given out all is well again.
I first suspected Jultomten
may actually be an impersonator the year we had a very tall and skinny Santa
who just happened to wear the same clogs as my babysitter—a tall and skinny
girl whose footwear I always envied. I also noticed that the Julabocken made of straw that Santa
carried under his arm looked just like the one from my babysitter’s mom’s
foyer. The Yule Goat is an old Christmas tradition believed to date back to
pagan days. It may be a symbol of Thor, who has a carriage drawn by two goats. In
Sweden, it’s always been a symbol of an invisible spirit checking to make sure
the Yule preparations were done correctly. Before we adopted the tradition of
Santa Claus, it was the Julabocken
who distributed gifts—which is probably why the two appear together in
modern times.
The suspicion the Jultomte was fake lingered with me for a year or two. My parents selected
more portly Santas to divert my attention from my main suspect: the babysitter. I almost
believed their stories of the jolly man having had a lean year but was then off
his diet again. And then my illusion was completely shattered the year I charged into the
kitchen to show my mom an unwrapped gift and caught her and Santa having
a Jul snapps, a Christmas schnapps.
The red Santa suit was right, but the face was all wrong. My
neighbor had pushed the mask on top of his head so he could drink the shot. I don’t remember what the gift was that I wanted to show my mom, but I
do remember how betrayed I felt that Jultomten
was just another one of those things grownups used to trick kids into cleaning their rooms.
I know my nephew will one day experience that same feeling
of betrayal, but he’s still young enough to believe that Jultomten could possibly be real. And I want him to have that
magical feeling about Christmas for at least a few more years. When he does
finally find out that it’s all a hoax, I hope he blames only his parents and
keep thinking I’m the cool aunt who’s more fun than the other grownups. :-)
If you celebrate Christmas, what are your memories of Santa
Claus? Do you remember how you felt when you found out he wasn’t quite as
magical as you had been lead to believe?
God Jul och Gott Nytt
År! (Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!)
Asa Maria Bradley grew up in Sweden surrounded by archaeology and history steeped in Norse mythology, which inspired the immortal Vikings and Valkyries in her paranormal romances. She also writes romantic suspense and currently resides on a lake deep in the pine forests of the Pacific Northwest with a British husband and a rescue dog of indeterminate breed. Sourcebooks bought her 2014 Golden Heart nominated manuscript in a three-book deal. The first book in the series, VIKING WARRIOR RISING, is now available from your favorite bookseller and these fine online retailers:
So sad when kids figure out the "truth" about Santa. Mine has moments when she suspects as well.
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to keep them guessing since we're kind of lying. And still, I have moments when I wish I still believed in Santa.
DeleteMy parents never tried to get us to believe in Santa, so I didn't have the sad realization. But I've wondered if I missed out on fun for the years before.
ReplyDeleteMaybe, or maybe the holidays were still magical for you without believing in Santa. ;-)
DeleteMaybe, or maybe the holidays were still magical for you without believing in Santa. ;-)
DeleteMy big brother couldn't let me believe a lie. He busted the myth about 5 minutes after my parents told me about Santa. 😒
ReplyDeleteI think I told my little brother as soon as I found out about our neighbor in the Santa mask. He still hasn't quite forgiven me. ;-)
DeleteI think I told my little brother as soon as I found out about our neighbor in the Santa mask. He still hasn't quite forgiven me. ;-)
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