These are the tomten who live in our house. They are michievous and tend to jump around unexpectedly. They have been spotted riding the train under the Christmas tree, peeking out various windows, and trying to blend in on bookshelves. According to Swedish legend, these guys live in the barn and should be appreciated or you will live to regret ignoring them even though they work hard not to be seen. It is best to keep them happy and leave rice porridge and cookies for them on Christmas Eve. Mother read stories to me about the Christmas Tomten. I must say these elusive spirits came in handy when cookies went missing from the cookie jar. “The Tomten ate them,” worked well for me. These two have eaten their fair share of goodies in the years they have lived in New Mexico with this transplanted Swedish-American.