Tomten

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Cold midwinter night is tough,
the stars sparkle and glitter
All sleep in solitary farm
deep in the midnight hour
The moon wanders its silent banks,
snow lights white on the pine and spruce,
snow lights white on the roof
Only the tomten is awake


Stands there so gray at the barn door,
gray against the white power;
look, as many winters before,
up to the moon's disc
Looking towards the forest, where spruce and pine
draws on the farm his dark wall
broods, though it is not likely to help
Over a strange riddle

Take his hand through the beard and hair;
shakes his head and cap ---
"No, the mystery is too difficult,
no, I will not guess this "---
strikes, as he is wont, shortly
-like questioning thoughts away;
can be arranged and crafts,
going to take care of his business.

Goes to the larder and house for tools
aware of all the locks ---
cows dream in the moonlight
Summer dreams in the booths;
forgetful of the harness and the whip and team
Horse in the stable has also a dream:
manger, he leans over
filled with scented clover; ---

Go to the fence for lambs and sheep,
look, how they sleep in there;
goes to the chickens, where the cock is
Proud of his highest perch;
Karo in the dog house with straw feel good,
wake up and wag his tail small,
Karo his tomte knows,
they are good friends.

Tomten creeps finally to see
the masters so dear,
at length he noticed that the
keep his diligence in glory;
nursery he`s walking on tiptoe
approached to see the cute little,
no one shall be the oppression:
it is his greatest happiness.

So has he seen them, father and son,
generation after generation
sleep as a child,
but where do they come from
Generation follow generation soon,
flourished, grew old, went --- but where?
Riddler, who did not let
guess, is back!

Tomten wanders into the barn loft:
where he has to stay and bracket
high in the loft of hay scent,
near the swallow's nest;
now well swallow's habitation empty,
but in the spring with leaves and flower
he'll probably come back,
followed of his sweet little wife.

Then she always twittering about
many a trip a memory,
nothing yet on the mystery, which
moving in tomtens mind.
Through a crack in the barn wall
the moon shines on the old man's beard,
streak in his beard glisten;
Tomten ponder and think.

Silent are the woods and all the neighborhood,
Life out there is frozen,
only from afar by the rapids cases
is heard softly noise.
Tomten listens, half in dream,
seem to hear the stream of time,
wonder, whither it shall go;
wonder, was the source may be.

Cold midwinter night is tough,
the stars sparkle and gleam.
All sleep in solitary farm
good until morning hours.
The moon cuts its silent banks,
snow lights white on the pine and spruce,
snow lights white on the roof.
Only the tomten is awake.

Poem by Viktor Rydberg

I didn´t find the right word to translate tomten, but he´s someone who help you although you can´t see him.But you have to put a plate with porridge outdoors for him, if you don´t care about him he´s not nice to you.