My favorite Mother Berchte moment came when the boys were still in middle and elementary school. Every year at Yule, we'd go around the house lighting candles to welcome back the light, and I would sneak outside to dive into my Berchte costume (old woman mask, blood-red cloak, boots). Berchte would pound on the door and the nervous boys would let her in for food and presents.
Although I was never around when Berchte arrived, the boys were never quite sure I was in the costume, even by the time Sasha and Aran got into middle school.
The first Yule after I got divorced, things became tricky. There was no other adult around to distract the boys while I changed. Also, the boys were growing increasingly convinced it was me, and I heard them making plans to watch the front door and the sliding door to see if I snuck out. So that year, I put the Berchte costume in my closet upstairs.
While the boys were lighting candles and watching the downstairs doors, I slipped upstairs, changed, and slipped back down, making it look like Berchte had suddenly appeared at the bottom of the steps.
Max let out a screech that brought Aran and Sasha running. "How did you get in?" Max demanded.
"I decided to try coming down the chimney like that other guy," Berchte responded in her gruff, gravelly voice.
"We don't have a chimney," Max protested.
"Oh." Berchte thought a moment. "You do now!"
Although I was never around when Berchte arrived, the boys were never quite sure I was in the costume, even by the time Sasha and Aran got into middle school.
The first Yule after I got divorced, things became tricky. There was no other adult around to distract the boys while I changed. Also, the boys were growing increasingly convinced it was me, and I heard them making plans to watch the front door and the sliding door to see if I snuck out. So that year, I put the Berchte costume in my closet upstairs.
While the boys were lighting candles and watching the downstairs doors, I slipped upstairs, changed, and slipped back down, making it look like Berchte had suddenly appeared at the bottom of the steps.
Max let out a screech that brought Aran and Sasha running. "How did you get in?" Max demanded.
"I decided to try coming down the chimney like that other guy," Berchte responded in her gruff, gravelly voice.
"We don't have a chimney," Max protested.
"Oh." Berchte thought a moment. "You do now!"