My Many Names & Global Adventures
Ho ho ho! Around the world, children know me by many names—and I cherish every single one. From snowy mountaintops to tropical beaches, I journey far and wide each Christmas Eve. While my sleigh and reindeer stay the same, the way people greet me, celebrate with me, and even picture me can be wonderfully different. Let me take you on a little global tour of who I am—through my own eyes.
My Many Names Around The World
Let’s begin with names. In America and Canada, most of you call me Santa Claus—a name derived from Sinterklaas, the Dutch version of Saint Nicholas. Speaking of that, in the Netherlands and Belgium, I go by Sinterklaas and wear a bishop’s robe, arriving by boat in early December with my helpers.
Next, we travel to Germany, where children call me Weihnachtsmann, or “Christmas Man.” Over in France, I’m Père Noël, the Father of Christmas, who leaves gifts in shoes placed by the fireplace. In Italy, I’m known as Babbo Natale, bringing cheer to young ones on Christmas Day—although they also await La Befana, a kind witch who visits on Epiphany.
Moving north, I’m Joulupukki in Finland, which means “Yule Goat.” Don’t worry—I don’t actually look like a goat, but the name goes way back to ancient winter traditions. In Russia, I become Ded Moroz, or “Grandfather Frost,” who brings presents with the help of his granddaughter, Snegurochka, especially around New Year’s.
As I travel across the globe, I adapt and embrace the customs of every culture. For instance, in Japan, I’m known as Santa-san, and my role is more about spreading joy and gifting rather than tied to a religious tradition. In Brazil, I’m Papai Noel, where kids leave socks near the window for me to fill.
But My Message is Always the Same
No matter where I go or what I’m called, the message I carry remains unchanged. I represent kindness, generosity, wonder, and joy. Even though the traditions vary, the hearts of children—and adults—shine with the same light of hope and love.
So whether you call me Kris Kringle, Saint Nick, Father Christmas, or Santa-san, know that I’m listening, laughing, and loving every stop along the way.
After all, magic doesn’t need translation.
Until next time,
