Santa Claus, and especially his many ”helpers”, have made such an indelible impression on many people with their stories and speaking styles that memories last a lifetime. In particular, the famous question that made most children's pants quiver when they heard it. ”Are there any nice children here ? ”. Before Christmas, this kindness is enhanced by Santa's faithful helpers, the elves. They are scattered in corners and yards and behind windows. In a split second, the results of their observations go down in the books of Korvatunturi.
Kindness above all
Santa Claus, or rather elves, were very handy teachers of kindness. No crying allowed, no noise allowed, an elf can come in through the window... I don't remember this song yet, but the idea was there and we acted on it. Early in the autumn, children were reminded that if they were naughty, Santa Claus would not bring presents.
Anneli Mäkelä-Alitalo
Ever since I was a child, I was taught to be kind and Santa Claus will bring you presents. To keep me nice, there are a bunch of Santa Clauses, or elves, who peek around corners and sometimes come out of the woodwork or from behind a tree. I haven't seen any real elves, but gingerbread elves are tasty and paper-cut ones are nice to look at. There are definitely elves, though. I once tried to buy shares in a company called Joulumaa from a bank. They were out of stock. I asked who had bought them and was told it was the elves. This proves that an elf is not a creature of legend.
Risto Nihtilä
Elves report on kindness
During the Christmas season, Santa Claus, but at least as much as elves, was of course also talked about in our family. The role of Santa Claus as a reward for good children or as a punisher for naughty children was not, as I recall, primarily discussed. Instead, adults asked me what I would like for Christmas or what I thought Santa would have in his container for me. Even more talked about the elves who would sneak around to see if there were any good children at home. I can't remember when or on what occasion I first met Santa Claus himself, because in my childhood Santa and his helpers were always so busy that he never had time to come in on Christmas Eve. The most important thing, however, which was of course the Christmas presents, was of course delivered, with the Christmas elves hurriedly and somewhat mysteriously leaving the presents outside the door. I didn't even get to see the elves, but I knew they had come, because when they left the presents behind our door, they always knocked on the door. Then they hurried on their way before you could even see them.
So the Christmas elves were the most important Christmas parties for me because of their gift-giving role. I also thought they were funny and kind creatures, even though I never saw them. (The elves were usually the happy little rascals in Christmas cards and calendars, as well as in children's Christmas programmes - I've had a Christmas calendar since I was a child.) Santa Claus was rarely seen, as I mentioned, in a children's magazine, on Christmas cards and at school or children's parties, even then from a distance. So I have a stereotypical image of him as a white-bearded man, usually with red, white-hair edged clothes. (Elves may have more variation in their appearance, e.g. colour of clothes, jackets, hats, age, beards or no beard, etc.) Santa Claus, on the other hand, has played no part in my Christmas. I generally remember hearing something about Santa Clause mothers probably, if anywhere, from the pages of a magazine called Donald Duck (which was ordered for me).
Helena Lavonen, Mikkeli
Before Christmas, elves were everywhere
The image of the elves was a bit shaky. In the priest's family, we girls (4 of us) had to perform at various Christmas parties in the parish. Then there were the numerous activity groups of dad and the school classes of mum (teacher) who were invited to our home for Christmas parties. In addition to being elves, we were floating snowflakes. Music was an integral part of these role-plays, we sang and danced. As a reward, we received Christmas bags with an apple, a gingerbread and a liquorice stick.
Päivi Huuhtanen-Somero
I don't remember how many elves peeked in the windows when I was under school age, I soon realised that elves were a fairy tale, there were plenty of them in the decorations. My grandmother, my grandfather's mother, once warned me about the sauna gnome. You shouldn't cry or howl in the sauna, the sauna elf gets angry about that. It was serious enough that I remembered to be polite to it in the sauna. Of course, the sauna worm was on call all year round. I remember better how my little brothers and sisters were reminded of the elves peeping out of the window on Christmas Eve. Especially at the dinner table. You had to finish your own plate and not whimper, because the elf could see you. This, of course, worked during the Christmas season. You could help yourself to Christmas presents by being nice, especially in those days.
Hanna Taimio, Hanko/Helsinki
The marbles made Santa Claus chirieet what they wanted. And then they took the presents to the doorstep of our darkroom porch. From there the elf (dad or mum) picked them up. Flikka has later told 2 so that they listened carefully and many times they went to check, because they were scattered. Then the noli suddenly ran away.
Kerttu Karhu, Kauhajoki
Could scaring the elves work ?
Santa and elves used to scare us children in the run-up to Christmas. We had to be nice. When I was 5, I started watching Santa because I suspected that everything about Santa wasn't real. Santa's hands looked the same every Christmas: they were wrinkled like hands after being soaked in water. I started examining my own hands after the sauna. After a long soak, my hands became ”Santa's hands”, but not red. Then one day, when they were bringing lingonberry jam caviar from the barn to melt, it occurred to me to put my hands in the melted lingonberries. And I did: I got Santa's hands. I even invited my little sister to soak her hands so she could have Santa's hands too. And she did. For the adults, this hand-waving in the lingonberry sacks was mischief, and I was even doubly spanked for having tempted the younger one to mischief. My explanations didn't bite. Even that unjustified spanking has been forgotten. My faith in God faded. I tried to get to the bottom of the Santa thing, but no one would answer my questions. One summer, I was 6 years old, when the problem was finally solved for me. I climbed up to the top cupboard in the pantry and rummaged around. There I found Santa's cardboard red-cheeked masks with a white cotton shave. I invited my younger sister to look at the masks, which I put on my face and asked, in my ”Santa voice”, ”Are there any good children here?” Her sister was stiff with surprise, I think she even cried. I put the mask back in the cupboard and reassured her not to tell the adults. The sister couldn't keep the secret behind her tongue, and again the birch lord danced on my buttocks. Decades later, my sister still scolds me for cutting off her faith in Santa Claus far too early.
Tuula Hyyrö
The above stories have been obtained from the Finnish Literature Society's archive and the Santa Claus Foundation's joint heritage collection 2020-21.The story collections have been edited by Ollijuhani Auvinen. The Joulupukkisäätiö was established in 2000 and its mission is to promote the Finnish Santa Claus worldwide. The Foundation collects traditional material related to the Finnish Santa Claus. The Finnish tradition of Santa Claus is also inscribed on the National Inventory of Living Heritage under the UNESCO Cultural Heritage Convention.
The borrowing of traditional inscriptions is only allowed with the permission of the Santa Claus Foundation. The email address of the Foundation is [email protected] . You can also send your own Santa memories to the email address to be stored for researchers to use.
















