 Acorns have long been thought to be good luck symbols in Germany where oak trees are considered sacred. The German saying, "from little acorns come mighty oaks" depicts the protective nature of a mother's belief that when one provides nurturing and care, one can anticipate great results. Acorns are also believed by the German people to represent the rebirth of life as witnessed through the coming of the Christ child. Early German Christmas trees were laden with cones, cookies and nuts, most notably the acorn, to commemorate this gift of life and luck. This tradition is celebrated today with the glass acorn ornament. |
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 Angels have watched over mankind from the beginning. Many houses have symbols of guardian angels.
The angel ornament is a symbol of God's guidance in the home. Angels watch over the Christmas tree, the home and the family within.
Along with the star, an angel ornament is often placed on the tree to remind us of their role in Christian history as a guide for our journey in faith. |
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Pinecone Christmas OrnamentThe first Christmas ornaments were replicas of God's most amazing creations in nature. Some of the first ornaments made by German glassblowers were pine cones. Because of their abundance in nature, pine cones have become synonymous with motherhood and fruitfulness.
Thus, every young couple should receive a pine cone ornament to represent good wishes for a happy and healthy family.
A bridal assortment usually contains one pine cone glass Christmas ornament to celebrate wishes for a happy and healthy family. |
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Christmas Spider OrnamentA mother had cleaned her house for a German Christmas Eve celebration. Even the tiny spiders were driven from their cozy corner in the ceiling and fled into the farthest corners of the attic. But the reflections from the Christmas tree intrigued the spiders. On Christmas Eve, the spiders slowly crept down to see the beautiful Christmas tree. However, the spiders' eyes were so small they could not see all the ornaments at once. So, they scurried up the trunk and swept across every branch to see the wonder and glittering beauty that lay ahead. When the spiders were finished inspecting every branch and every ornament of the Christmas tree, it was shrouded in a dusty gray of spider webs. The Christ child arrived soon after the spiders left the tree. Knowing how disappointed the loving mother would be at the sight of her tree, he blessed the tree with a light touch, turning the gray webs into shimmering, sparkling silver and gold strands. Ever since then, it is customary to include a spider among the decorations because a tree with a spider is blessed. |
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 Bird nests are symbols of home. They represent the love, commitment, and effort it takes to build a happy home. Bird nest are also good-luck symbols. Legend has it that prosperity will come to any home that finds a bird's nest nestled among the branches of the family's Christmas tree. |
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 The carrot is a symbol of mastering culinary art in the kitchen. Friends or family members often give a carrot ornament to hang on the Christmas tree of a new bride to wish her success in the kitchen. Taken from an old German tradition, the gift of a carrot brings luck to a new bride as she cooks meals for her family. This is a wonderful ornament to make a couple's first Christmas tree more complete. |
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 Germans are famous for their festivals and delicate wines as well as for their superior Christmas decorations.
The German countryside has many vineyards and produces many award winning wines. Every wine produced begins with the same main ingredient: the grape.
The grape symbolizes the beginning of true friendship or business partnerships and the camaraderie felt when sharing a glass of wine. |
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Star Christmas OrnamentSparkling and twinkling in the clear night sky, generations of men wonder what glory lies in the stars above. Even children have stayed up late into the night to watch and count the stars. Sea captains for hundreds of years have used the stars as a compass to guide them home.
Centuries ago the Magi followed the Star of Bethlehem to the manger where Jesus was born.
Traditionally, a star sis placed on top of the Christmas tree in remembrance of its role in Christian history as a guide for our journey in faith. A symbol of guidance and faith, stars are one of the oldest Christmas ornaments glass blowers have created. |
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 Another legend from Germany, says that mushrooms are a good luck symbol associated with the nature and beauty of the forest. Finding a mushroom is considered to be very lucky and to mean good fortune is at hand. Mushroom ornaments are displayed on Christmas trees in Germany in honor of the people's reverence for nature and in hope of good luck in the New Year. |
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 A pickle used as decoration on the Christmas tree seems odd, but it is an old German tradition. In old world Germany, the last ornament placed on the Christmas tree was the pickle. The ornament was carefully hidden deep in the branches and boughs of the tree.
Legend has it that the children eagerly searched the tree to find the pickle. The first child to find the ornament on Christmas Day was rewarded with an extra gift.
Usually, the children must keep their hands behind their backs and not touch the tree.
What a fun tradition to start in any family! |
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 The rabbit is synonymous with the celebration of life and its continuous rebirth.
Rabbits and hares have been universal symbols of faith and hope for centuries. The rabbit is also representative of the rebirth of nature in spring.
The contemporary symbol of the Easter Bunny probably emerged around the 1800's when manufacturers in Germany created bunnies from bread and candy.
The rabbit has been used to represent the virtues of hope and faith for many generations, and as such it is included in wedding ornament assortments. |
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 A longtime symbol of hospitality, the teapot Christmas ornament is a reminder of how important time spent with family and friends is and how rare that has become.
Lifelong friendships and family ties have been strengthened by daily conversations over a freshly brewed pot of tea. The ritual of teatime allow friends and family to relax for an hour or two over biscuits (cookies) and enjoy each other's company. The smell of hot tea with a treat is an excellent break in the morning or afternoon. Teatime is also used for reflection and introspection when taking a break from a day filled with deadlines and endless projects.
A cup of tea is also a wonderful way to relax before bed or to help heal a cold or flu with herbal teas.
The English custom of high tea and long tradition of tea drinking certainly reinforces the benefits entire societies have found in the practice. |
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 In Europe, walnuts were used as part of the Christmas Eve games and feast. As part of one game, the children would crack the shell of a walnut, place a small lit candle in the center, and float this shell in a pan of water.
If the boy's candle burned down to the bottom before the walnut turned over, it meant he would live a long life.
The girl whose candle that stayed lit the longest would be sure to marry the best of husbands.! |
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More legends |
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Silver PineconeA Yule Legend
By Martin Calderwood
The Troll sat quietly, as he always did, looking out over the room in wooden silence. Below him the embers of the fire were fading giving the room a gentle warm aura that would soon be made to crackle back to life as the light from the hidden sun brought morning to the remote home and woke the mother who was always the first one up.
Although made of wood, the Troll did not fear the fire even when it crackled at it’s merriest below him, in fact it gave him a sense of peace knowing that the family with whom he lived could control such a vicious force. And so he sat quietly watching and in all the months that had passed since he had been brought into the house by the father no one had seen him move except the family dog. On that occasion he had risen to retrieve a taste of creamy butter left for the families ‘imaginary’ house troll. The ever alert dog had sniffed suspiciously and started to growl only to be ‘shushed’ by a groggy voice from within the family sleeping area. Obediently the animal had relaxed and returned to its corner near the fire where it took up its caretaker pose only to fall fast asleep within moments. Little did the family suspect that the figure sitting on their mantle was indeed their ‘real’ guardian troll and, of course, no one thought to question what happened to the butter, cream or bits of ‘sweets’ left out from time to time for him.
Earlier this past month the little Troll, who if he stood up would stand just under a foot tall, was given a new chair upon which he could sit. It was made of small sticks and twigs bent and shaped into a rustic rocker roughly proportioned to fit his squared off knees and hips. His slightly forward curved back just barely reached the back of the chair and although coarsely made with the bark still on in most places it felt like the noblest of all thrones. The family had placed the chair under a trellis like arch also of long woven sticks interlaced with mistletoe to give it a festive look. With a ceremony full of smiles and giggles they had placed him on the mantle on the corner opposite the main door. From his vantage point he could gaze across the room to the left into the sleeping room whenever the heavy door was open. He could not, however, see much of the kitchen area except for the door that when propped open, hung against the outer wall. The little troll did not mind the lack of visualization as long as the wonderful aromas from that room were allowed to waft into the living area.
If anyone had noticed he seemed to sit a little taller that day as the family took turns rubbing his furry hair for luck and occasionally ‘beeping’ his bulbous nose. The mother had even called him her ‘handsome’ third child. The Troll could not have picked a nicer home.
It was not, of course, perfect but it was a happy home full of love and laughter but tonight things had changed. He remembered that just after they had presented him with his wonderful new chair the father had been injured in an accident. The father had been on his way home with a load of cut logs when something had spooked the horse and the wagon had overturned. The woodman’s back had been severely strained and two ribs were also broken. The doctor, after doing all he could, explained that it would take several weeks for the father to heal completely. This was a crushing blow because with the onset of winter the chances for work grew. The need for fire wood, yule logs and for trees to decorate for the season would provide opportunity for earnings that would get the family through the entire Winter and into Spring. If the father did not work now, he would be behind for the entire year and already things were wearing out and needing replacement at an alarming rate. Even his ax had been broken in the accident.
They had fought the inevitable as hard as they could, saving what mother earned and making what they had stretch but now as Yule approached the harshness of their situation began to set in. As he sat absorbed in the peace of the home, the little Troll listened to the muffled words of the parents. They were out of money and they had nothing with which to buy the things they wanted to celebrate with. Oh, they would not starve, nor would they freeze and papa could always make something for each child. They also fully expected the Julenissen to make his rounds and this made each of the children almost giddy with anticipation but it was going to be sparse. Gone was the money to do things for their neighbors. Gone was the money the father needed for a new coat. Gone was the money to fit the boy in new clothes because he had shot up several centimeters in the last few months, even his shoes were getting tight. As they counseled into the late night the mother had insisted that she was fine and that she would use up things, repair them or if they had to they would do without until things got better. But the troll knew differently. He knew that she needed a new dress because she had whispered her deepest longing to him just the other day.
Days passed. The father grew healthier but the time for him to earn money was gone and after tonight it was Yule eve. Still, the family did their best to make it fun. Father made little gifts for each child and some to give away to friends and neighbors. Mother made a batch of the poor mans cookies and dad killed and readied the tom turkey for Yule dinner. The children took great care to decorate the trees outside with things the various small animals that lived nearby would enjoy. Nothing was said out loud to dampen the spirit of the day.
That night the little Troll thought long and hard after the house fell silent except for the gentle sounds from the sleeping room and the occasional popping snaps of the wooden house as it was buffeted by the cold Norwegian winter. He could not sew nor could he buy things but he could use some Troll magic.
The next morning the family awoke to find a note penned neatly with charcoal sitting on the mother’s rocking chair.
The note read simply; “Gather a basket full of pine cones as big as you can find. Leave them on the table and tomorrow give them all away secretly.”
It was signed; “Your Guardian Troll.”
Of course the family eyed him suspiciously but he did not move nor blink. After all he was made of wood.
As soon as chores were done, the children were each given a basket and off they ran to the woods. Within a half hour they returned and each had their basket full of pine cones a couple were more than five inches long but most were three or four inches. They carefully placed the twenty-one cones into their mother’s bread basket and placed it full but not overflowing on the table in the main room.
All day long they speculated about what had happened and what they should do for the troll who had given them these unusual instructions.
Was the troll hungry?
Should they get more pine cones?
Why hadn’t the dog barked?
Should they put out milk or cream?
It took a long time for the children to settle down and several times the children had to be called back to bed but even after the children were asleep the parents fidgeted and whispered until well after midnight.
The next morning the children were up at the first rustle of dawn. They gasped and squealed as they gazed at the pine cones each of which had been turned into pure silver.
When the parents had finally been dragged into the room cries of “We’re rich!” echoed about the room. Each cone was perfect in its detail and each was heavy and beautifully polished.
‘Thank yous’ were shouted to the air and toward the little troll as he sat in mute witness to the spectacle.
“But daddy, what about the letter?”
It was the little boy speaking.
The room became thick with silence.
“Whom can we give them too?” asked the mother. “We don’t have that many neighbors.”
“Unless we go to the village.” said the father softly.
The mother frowned. “But that is over a half-days journey just to get to town. If we stop by our neighbors, it will be almost dark when we get to town and it will be almost Yule day morning before we get home.”
“I know but we must do as we were instructed. I will get the coats and hitch the sleigh. You get the food and children ready. We must dress in our finest clothes!”
With a sigh the mother nodded.
The home was a flurry of activity for the next several minutes as everyone made ready for the unexpected trip. Food was carefully put in two baskets. Warm blankets were carried out to the sleigh and within the hour the family was almost ready to go. The mother handed the father the baskets of food and he joined the children in the wagon. The Troll watched sadly as the mother took two of the pine cones and placed them in her sewing basket before taking the rest outside.
“They’re for the Julenissen.” she whispered to the Troll.
He smiled broadly as the door shut solidly behind her.
The first few ‘cones’ went to their neighbors. Father planned a circuitous route to hit each of the nine neighbors withing a six-kilometer radius. The children were given the task of sneaking the ‘presents’ up to the house. It was exciting as they used tire or runner ruts to get close then used foot steps from animals and people to get to a door or porch where they left the gift as quietly as they could. Each time they returned giggling. It was almost magical, they reported that even the dogs and sheep were quiet. By late after noon they were on their way almost to town.
Mother counted the cones sadly. “I wish we had brought more.”
The children agreed. They had to pick between friends and they did not want to do it.
“Maybe we can break the cones and give each family some of the parts.” suggested the father.
Mother shook her head. “We will just have to pick the most deserving.” she said finally.
Father sighed. “Let’s wait until it is dark and then we probably won’t get caught. It won’t be long.”
The family huddled close putting on every blanket they had after finding a sheltered place out of the weather. Father wanted to nap but the kids began to ask questions about the Guardian Troll and Troll magic. Did father think the wooden troll was their Guardian Troll? Did the Troll make the Pine Cones by hand or did it magically create them? Why doesn’t every family have a Guardian Troll? Why don’t people believe in Trolls?
Mother and Father did their best to answer. Father did not think the wooden poppet was a real troll. Mother believed that the troll used magic to create the pine cones. Families did not have Guardian Trolls because they stopped believing in the magic of life. And that is why people do not believe in Trolls too.
The final question was a bit tougher. “Do you think that if we gathered a few more pine cones we would have enough to go around?”
Father did not know but mother thought it would not hurt to try so Father guided the horse back into the woods where they children gathered as many pine cones small and large as they could find. Soon they had enough for every family in the small village. They put them in the bag and started toward the village as the last of the suns feeble efforts vanished.
Father lit a match as the children opened the bag. Inside were the remaining silver pine cones among the gathered new ones, all of which were still brown and beautiful.
Mother sighed and the children sniffed back tears.
“We will need to be very careful who we choose.” said father closing the bag. “We will choose the poorest and most needy.”
In a few minutes the family had a plan and were moving quietly into the village which was dark as families began their own celebration of the Yule. Carefully he dumped the pine cones onto the floor of the sleigh. Each person was to pick up three or so and carry them to the homes selected then meet back at the sleigh as fast as possible. As the pine cones hit the sleigh there was the familiar sound of metal on metal but not a whisper of dry cone on cone. Father lit a second match and gasped. Every cone was made of silver.
With a whisper and a chuckle the family began to distribute the cones in secret just as the Troll had instructed. Again the report was magical. The mother had almost been caught by one of her friends who came out but even though she looked right at her she did not seem to see her. The son too had been missed when he was caught on the porch by the family carrying in the Spruce tree for the Yule. They had been so intent on getting it through the door that they did not even notice him less then two meters away. In less time then they believed possible they were on their way home. Once they were out of town they began to sing their favorite songs.
Upon their arrival home they could see a figure moving by the front door. As they pulled up, they recognized the Julenissen.
“Are there any good children here?” he asked politely.
“Yes we are good children.” responded the two in unison. “But this time we have something for you.”
The two rushed into the house and grabbed the two silver pine cones from where their mother had placed them. Smiling broadly the two handed the silver pine cones to the gnome like visitor who looked very much like a miniature Father Christmas. The ‘elf’ was speechless for several seconds.
“We felt that since we had been given so much that you should have something for someone you know especially deserving of the kind of good fortune we have been blessed with.” said the mother softly as the father came around the sleigh.
With the reigns still in hand the Father told the old visitor what had happened.
With a gentle tear in his eye the Julenissen opened the door of the house and walked in. After a moment he walked to the little wooden troll.
“Stand my friend.” said the gentle figure.
To everyone’s surprise the wooden troll stood and leaped off the mantle and stood before the ancient legend of Norse history.
The old one reached out his hand and rubbed the troll’s hair. “Because of what you and this family did, I will bless the pine cone now and forever. It will be a symbol of good fortune and luck from now on and forever. It can be real silver or simply colored silver and if a person or family keeps it on their hearth or somewhere that shows respect it will contribute to the well being and luck of that home as long as they have it.”
With those words the Julenissen smiled broadly and winked at the little Troll. “And now I think this fine fellow needs a big bowl of porridge.”
The Julenissen then rubbed the Troll’s head again and turned to the children. Handing them each a fine toy, he winked. “Thank you.” he said softly. He then glanced up at the hearth and sitting in the middle of it, on an ornate stand, was a beautiful silver pine cone. Sitting next to it was the little wooden troll. With a bow the Jolly Old Elf opened the door and disappeared into the dark starting on his rounds to visit all the good boys and girls of the countryside.
From that day on the family never lacked for what they needed and they always kept their silver pine cone in a prominent place. But perhaps more importantly from that day on every time they looked at the beautiful silver pine cone on their mantle they remembered the joy they felt in adding to the happiness of others during the Yule Season.
So every time you see a Silver Pine Cone remember: “There is no greater joy in the Yule Season then the joy found in giving a little bit of happiness to those you love and care for.”
Final thoughts: It never ceases to amaze me how many simple things are around that can bring us joy and understanding during this Holiday Season. Perhaps this story will inspire you to find some simple way to brighten the lives of your fellow beings. So whether you are in Norway, America or somewhere else we send you and all those you love and care for Troll Wishes of Joy and Peace! |
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