There is a Christmas custom here which pleased and
interested me. The children make little presents to their parents, and to each
other; and the parents to the children. For three or four months before
Christmas the girls are all busy; and the boys save up their pocket money, to
make or purchase these presents. What the present is to be is cautiously kept
secret, and the girls have a world of contrivances to conceal it -- such as
working when they are out on visits, and the others are not with them; getting
up in the morning before daylight; and the like. then, on the evening before
Christmas day, one of the parlours is lighted up by the children, into which
the parents must not go.
A great yew bough is fastened on the table at a little
distance from the wall, a multitude of little tapers are fastened in the bough,
but so as not to catch it till they are nearly burnt out, and coloured paper
hangs and flutters from the twinges. Under this bough, the children lay out in
great order the presents they mean for their parents, still concealing in their
pockets what they intend for each other. Then the parents are introduced, and
each presents his little gift, and then bring out the rest one by one from
their pockets, and present them with kisses and embraces. Where I witnessed
this scene there were eight or nine children, and the eldest daughter and the
mother wept aloud for joy and tenderness; and the tears ran down the face of
the father, and he clasped all his children so tight to his breast, it seemed
as if he did it to stifle the sob that was rising within him. I was very much
affected. The shadow of the bough and its appendages on the wall, and arching over
on the ceiling, made a pretty picture, and then the raptures of the very little
ones, when at last the twings and their needles began to take fire and snap! --
Oh, it was a delight for them!
On the next day, in the great parlour, the parents lay out
on the table the presents for the children; a scene of more sober joy success,
as on this day, after an old custom, the mother says privately to each of her
daughters, and the father to his sons, that which he has observed most
praiseworthy, and that which was most faulty in their conduct. Formerly, and
still in all the smaller towns and villages throughout North Germany, these
presents were sent by all the parents to some one fellow, who in high buskins,
a white robe, a mask, and an enormous flax wig, impersonate Knecht Rupert, the
servant Rupert.
On Christmas night he goes round to every house, and says
that Jesus Christ his master sent him thither, the parents and elder children
receive him with great pomp of reverence, while the little ones are most
terribly frightened. He then inquires for the children, and, according to the
character which he hears from the parent, he gives them the intended presents,
as if they came out of heaven from Jesus Christ. Or, if they should have been
bad children, he gives the parents a rod, and in the name of his master
recommends them to use it frequently. About seven or eight years old the
children are let into the secret, and it is curious to observe how faithfully
they keep it.
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