Nissenes jul 2016

Tradisjonen tro feirer smånissene jul sammen med sine underjordiske venner - også I år.

 

 

”We have received an invitation for a Yuleparty”, grandpa nisse told one day early in December.

Everybody looked at him, eager to find out where they would go this year. “We are going down to an old rorbu (It is an old little house on a tiny island, far out in the sea, where the fishermen used to dwell when they were fishing in wintertime) on Sandflesa outside of Træna. We are invited there by the Draug himself”.

“Sandflesa”, one of the little nisses told, “is a magic Island, Asbjornsen and Moe, those story collectors told stories about it”. He was just going to tell the tale about “Tuftefolket på Sandflesa” when the little trollgirl interrupted him.

 “Draugen!” she said. “He is evil!”

“No no no, he isn’t evil, but he is a dangerous creature, doing a job for Death himself”, the old nisse said.

They all just looked at him, astonished, party with Deaths assistant. Wasn’t it enough that he took them out sailing a couple of years ago, they all remembered that trip. They were seasick for weeks after coming back to shore.

“Stop worrying, the Draug is just one of the last wild ones. The really, wild one. You don’t want to get on bad terms with him, that is so. He take care of those who die in the sea, but he also take care of the memories. Nothing is lost in the sea.” He looked dreamingly up in the sky. “No one can throw a party as the Draug, he has invited the Noekk to play his fiddle, and the blue clad (the blue clad from the Netherworld are famous for their beauty), so there will be dancing -  and the food. You never tasted anything like it, the Draug’s food is splendid, because he knows where to get the best catch, he knows how to make all kind of seafood. Someone told that his chef used to work at Åshild in Bardal once upon a time, maybe it is just a rumor, but his kitchen is the best … and he has a cellar with wine and beer and rum, from all shipwrecks under the sea. Most humans would dream to visit his cellar…”

All the talk about food and beverage, made them all hungry and thirsty, because Nisses love to eat. Their favorite dish is porridge of course, but since their skills in the kitchen are so and so, they prefer to have someone make it for them. It was settled, the little nisses sent for all of their friends. They brought with them pots with porridge, so they didn’t show up emptyhanded. And they ate, and they drank and when the Noekk played his fiddle, they danced and they had a wonderful time. What happened the next morning? I guess they ate leftovers, they haven’t returned home yet, so I guess their party will last until next year sometime…