My grandmother brought Julenissen from Norway. I think she bought him during her visit there in 1937 and probably gave him to my mother, with two other nisser, as a Christmas present that year. Every Christmas when I was growing up these three nisser figures appeared on the top of our piano, sometimes standing nearly buried in cotton snow, sometimes sitting among glass ornaments in a small metal sleigh pulled by triumphant metal reindeer. Each figure was an individual, each with his own pose, but all dressed in the same costume. This one is mine now, and he appears each Saint Nicholas Day to greet us, and Christmas, from his perch on a high bookshelf.