Thursday, 24 December 2015
The True Sorry of Christmas and its Viking Past . . . A tale for Christmas Eve
Back in the days of the early Vikings when their kingdom was large and they were feared by all across
Europe there was a one particularly famous Viking warrior
called Sven Antason. He was known to be fearless in battle and would always
lead his fighters into every fight from the front because he completely
trusted the Great Norse Gods knowing they would protect him. The Vikings lords of the day would always call
Sven for help in their battles and he would always do so, as a loyal and proud
Viking warrior. Sven Antason however was a solitary soul and lived in the
frozen tundra, north of the Arctic Circle and during the long dark winters Sven
and his team of reindeer would often cross the snow covered wastelands as he
headed off to yet another battle, observed only by the Great Norse Gods as no
one else lived in this hostile environment over winter.
But as time passed Sven got older and was not seen as the warrior he used to be, and so the Viking lords called on his assistance less and less, trusting the fighting spirit of younger men. But Sven Antason would still go out in the middle of winter and thunder through the frozen snow covered tundra on this sleigh pulled by his trusty reindeer where he would help and save people lost in the bitter dark and unforgiving cold, wind and snow. In fact stories of how Sven Antason would turn up to save travellers started to become common turning Sven into something of a legend among the Vikings. And he would often give strangers food and warm clothing in order that they could continue their journey something that was much appreciated by those he helped; leading to his growing reputation as a kind and wise man.
But as time passed as it does Sven grew older still and it became harder and harder for him to venture out into the wild and eventually he knew the days when he could battle through the worst of the winter weather were numbered. So as another winter reached it coldest and darkest and a bitter blizzard blow through the landscape he decided it was time to take his sleigh and reindeer our for one final run and place his destiny in the hands of the Great Norse Gods as he had always done. The Gods of course liked Sven Antason and so they told Sven that it was time for him to be at peace, but that once a year on the darkest and wildest day of winter he can travel many journeys on his sleigh pulled by his trusty team of reindeer with all strength he had in his younger days. This was so Sven could show all the wisdom of maintaining faith in the Gods and yourself.
Well as we know Modern religion in not keen on the old Gods of mankind, particularly the Great Norse Gods and so modern Christianity has sneakily changed and adapted the story of Sven Antason to be rather more Christian. Which means that Sven Antason is now known now as Santa and rather than a brave and noble Viking, he is said to be a friendly old chap in a Red Outfit. This is not something that the Great Norse Gods or Sven worry about because as parents and folk sneak presents under Christmas trees in the warm of the homes; out in the wilds, North of the Arctic Circle Sven Antason and his reindeer will be speeding through the snow as they do every year.
And so there you have it Santa is entirely real only he is a old Viking warrior called Sven Antason protected by the Great Norse Gods of Old. And that is the true story of Christmas. . . . . . . sort of