This sweet little guy has survived many years, though his little wax feet have cracked and the smoke from wood and coal burners have darkened his beard. His beady little eyes are blue and he’s wearing embroidered mittens. He’s been in my Bestemor’s house since at least 1908, coming from Norway with her. I remember him from above the kitchen wood stove or hanging on a scrub cedar tree at the ranch in Eastern Montana. I saw one in pristine condition in a museum, but he didn’t have half the character of this Julenisse.