This is my favorite time of year!
Ever since I was a little girl growing up in Denmark I have embraced all the magic surrounding Christmas, Santa and all his little mischievous elves. In Denmark there is an entire sub-culture of elves called “julenisser” (meaning Christmas elves or gnomes). They live in the forests, eat berries and fruit and come into your home during the month of Christmas to play tricks on the family. They are kind hearted little beings, and I have always loved reading folklore telling tales of how they made Christmas extra magical for children everywhere. Elf on the Shelf – the Danish way was an integral part of my childhood Christmas memories.
As a child, during the month of December, we would put one of our slippers on the window sill at night, in anticipation of a quick little visit from our home’s personal julenisse. He would leave a little treat in our slipper – and sometimes on the weekends he would give us a small present. The only downside to this daily magical happening was getting up in the morning and putting on ONE warm slipper and one ice cold slipper – because the windows were not always very well insulated. But it was a sacrifice I was willing to make – even on the coldest winter mornings.#Elf on the Shelf - the #Danish Way. The magic of #Christmas may just have started there! Click To Tweet
Our Julenisse (Danish Elf):
Over time though, our personal julenisse apparently got tired, ran out of creative ideas or simply just gave up on trying to surprise me and my sister. It was a sad state of affaires – and this clearly took place long before the days of creativity inspiring Pinterest. How was any julenisse expected to keep up the momentum for almost an entire month without such resources as the internet and social media?! Well our julenisse did not have the stamina required to keep two little girls in awe year after year.
The Beginning of the End:
Everything culminated one year, I think I was about 10 years old and my sister was 14. Seeing how she was a few years older than me, she was the one who brought things to my attention. After receiving tangerines in our half-frozen slippers morning after morning for well over a week, my sister pulled me aside and did what all older siblings eventually must do – she broke the news to me… Our julenisse might not be everything I had imagined him to be.
Our julenisse did NOT spend the night in the Lego house I so carefully built for him every year. He did NOT live off berries, he was NOT 357 years old and nor did he wear a pointy red hat made out of felt. Most importantly, our julenisse was losing his magical touch and excitement for filling our slippers night after night, year after year! THE HORROR! I did not believe her for a minute – how could all of this be true…? So she set out to prove to me that our julenisse was none other than (drumroll please) OUR MOTHER!
The next morning we both collected our sad, half frozen and wrinkled tangerines from our slippers. My sister showed me how to make a small mark in the peel of the tangerine – and then she dared me to put it back in the fruit bowl sitting on our coffee table – she had apparently done this a few times before she came to me with her revelation. And then we waited for nighttime.
We went to bed like good little girls, after leaving our fleece lined slippers in the window – mine were green with little clowns on the front – I remember this very vividly. I woke up rather excited to prove my sister wrong. Once and for all show her that she was just trying to rain on my magical Christmas parade… but no, that is NOT what happened.
The tangerines we got were the exact same ones as we had received the morning prior, and probably for the past several weeks – which would explain their lack luster dulling orange skin. Our tangerines had the same little piece of peel missing as the ones we had returned to the fruit bowl the day before. The gig was up, mom! Shortly thereafter my mom was relieved of her julenisse duties, and we could for the first time in years enjoy TWO warm slippers on the cold December mornings.
Our Family’s Elf Today:
So with that said… this explains why I fully embrace my elf duties to make the arrival of our Elf on the Shelf a little more exciting than recycling tangerines. I wish my mom had Pinterest and Facebook available in the 80s, it sure would have made her life a lot easier.
I think she follows my Pinterest board for “Elf on the Shelf” ideas now. Check it out – and follow it, so you are never stuck in a tangerine rut.
Social media might have saved the magic of Christmas for me – at least for a few more years. Hopefully I can live up to the pressure and keep things magical for my boys – otherwise there is always fruit in our fruit bowl.