While I was in Iceland earlier this year one of the local residents told me several of their Yule traditions. There was a lovely one about what happened on Christmas Eve – everyone gets books and spends the next few days reading them (that one lit up her eyes with remembered pleasures and made me think wistfully of curling up with my kittens and reading.)
And then there is the Jólakötturinn (The Yule Cat)… A pretty nasty enforcer of the giving and receiving of new clothing for Christmas. I chuckled at how well that would work to make sure that anyone’s reaction to clothing as a gift was a good one. If you are interested in that tale it is here:
Yikes! Christmas nightmares. No visions of sugar plums there.
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Isn’t THAT the truth. I find a lion or leopard or jaguar sized cat scary enough – one that is bigger than a house??? (does make me the mouse that’s for sure) I’d be wishing for LOTS of clothing for Christmas 😉
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