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As a pre-Christmas nod to my many years of undergraduate and graduate study of the Norwegian language and Scandinavian literature, not mention time spent living in Norway, here’s a picture of the Norwegian julenisse. He lives in the barn and brings toys and treats to all the good children on Christmas Eve while everyone is asleep.

Traditionally, Norwegians leave a bowl of porridge in the barn for the nisse to ensure that he is not displeased and doesn’t play nasty tricks. Anyway, I kind of liked this particular illustration. You’ll find many similar to it on Christmas postcards coming from Norway. It’s a nice image. "God Jul" as they say in Norway, Sweden, Denmark, and those Swedish-speaking parts of Finland..

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tradgardmastare said…
Do you know the book "The Tomten " by Astrid Lingred? The story is fun and the pictures are beautiful!
1:58 PM
Bluebear Jeff said…
It is a wonderful image. Please allow me to wish you and the Grand Duchess a "God Jul".


-- Jeff
7:04 PM
guy said…
Hi Stokes,

All the very best to you and Sonia for Christmas and the New Year. Thankfully I can escape from the office here in about an hour for the holiday period and then on the 26th we are off to the Switzerland for 10 days of skiing. The web cams in the resort show masses of snow so I am anticipating much fun with the family.

Regards,
Guy
6:34 AM
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