Christmas Devils

 

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It’s almost Christmas time, but if you are looking forward to enjoying that magical atmosphere and you don’t feel like waiting a couple of weeks more, well, there is a place in Italy which has already put on the festive attire of the most enchanting celebration of the year: Trentino Alto Adige. My last experience in Trentino Alto Adige last summer had not actually been the most enjoyable one, I know, but I think anybody must be given a second chance, therefore my husband and I took advantage of a four-day holiday to visit the famous Christmas markets in Bressanone, Bolzano and Merano.

imageChristmas markets are very renowned here and are a major touristic attraction. We arrived in Bressanone at sunset and the town was all a glow of lights, Christmas trees and ornaments. Once arrived at the cathedral square, I could see the classical stands which displayed the typical products of the land, hand-made decorations, cribs, carved wooden figures, candles etc. I was looking for one stand in particular, the “strauben”stand. Strauben is a typical sweet fritter, coiled and twisted, flavored with grappa, served with ice sugar on top, plus cranberry sauce or chocolate.

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I devoured it in few secs without even blotting my winter coat. My white winter coat. By the way, I noticed that the lady who had served me the strauben was looking at me with a certain concern. She informed me, in fact, that in short, hundreds of young boys would have reached the square, dressed up as devils with the intent of frightening with their whips, rusty chains and bells the people they would meet and smear them with black grease. Whaaaat??? I had the unfittest outfit on, for sure. In few minutes the fairy place turned out into one of Dante’s circles of hell. When I saw “Caron dimonio ” and his fellow devils rush into the square, I immediately ran away to seek shelter in one of the shops around, while I sent my husband to take some pictures for the sake of the post. But what was all that mess about?

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imageThose beast-like creatures are called Krampus and belong to the folklore of Alpine countries. It was thought that they appeared during Christmas season to punish those naughty children who misbehaved to carry them away to their lairs. Traditionally men dress up as Krampus during the first week of December, particularly on the evening of the fifth of December, the eve of Saint Nicholas day. This tradition is, in fact, linked to the figure of Saint Nicholas. It seems that long, long time ago, in times of famine, the young men little mountain villages used to wear furs made up with feathers, animal skins and horns. In this way nobody could recognize them and they were free to terrify, rob and sack the inhabitants of nearby villages. After a while the young men realized that there was an impostor among them as his feet seemed to be goat hooves: he was the devil himself.

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The bishop Nicholas was called to exorcise that disturbing presence and once the devil was beaten, from then on, young men from those valleys parade along the streets of the villages dressed up like devils, following the image of the bishop who had succeded in defeating evil. They no longer frighten the villagers, but bring gifts (they usually throw nuts or sweets) or hit naughty boys. But as soon as the sun sets, Saint Nicholas disappears from the scene, so without the control of the Saint, the Krampus are once again free to spread terror hitting whoever crosses their way.
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And in case you met one of them, this is what might happen to you .image
My hero !!!! 😀

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36 thoughts on “Christmas Devils

  1. Brilliant! What a marvellous adventure. You did well to get out of the way quick enough, though I’m laughing at your brave hero I’m afraid *grins*.

    – sonmi wearing black upon the Cloud just in case.

    • Hi Andy, St. Nicholas was the model for Santa Claus, but while the latter is associated to reward only ( Christmas gifts), the myths associated to the former are about both punishment and reward. The Krampus may whip you smear your face with black stuff, but at the same time the throw candies or nuts. Punishment and reward, good and evil. Brrrrrrr!!!!
      See you.
      Stefy

  2. What a fabulous post ! I can understand why you hid in a shop as it would have been awful to have ruined your pretty coat. Lucky you to have such a hero 😀 ❤

    • Hi Ralph, it could have been the chance to create a new look, black prints of hands on white………I can’t even think about it,I guess I would have wept. Bitterly. 🙂
      Besos
      Stefy

    • The demons were fine, believe me. 🙂 Those places are always amazing, at Christmast time they are absolutely special, the land of fairies. The bad thing was that expecially last Sunday and Monday the markets were so crowded with people to become a real hell even without the demons.
      Thank for dropping by.
      Hugs
      Stefy

    • Hi Sue, we’ve just come back. The celebration with the Krampus was the surprice of the very first day. We had just arrived there in Bressanone after 10 hours spent on a couch and that was so amazing, above all, because we knew nothing about it. Whatever is unexpected is always more appreciated.Krampus, strauben and mulled wine really made my day. And my husband of course.
      🙂

    • Hi Chris, I guess so ;), however , I saw many policemen there and the locals told me there were just a few the previous years. Maybe somebody must have exaggerated with the whipping and the black grease. 😉

  3. This was interesting, you got devils during Christmas time!
    Interesting traditions for sure and beautiful places also, and Strauben…..you´re a lucky woman Stefy.
    By the way that hero looks a bit spooky.

    • Hi, I had to hide in a sports shop. My pictures are taken from the second floor of the shop while my husband was in the middle of the fight. He did save my jacket. 😉
      Hugs.
      Stefy

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