Sibelius (Dec 8, 1865–Sept 20, 1957), Finland’s most famous composer, also wrote some of Finland’s most beloved Christmas carols, although he dreaded the darkest time of the year. The Sibelius household nonetheless celebrated a jolly Christmas with lots of music.
I know exactly how it feels to have a composer in the family at Christmas time. The entire, big rambunctious household gathers around the piano after a sumptuous dinner with all the Finnish trimmings and around the man who dominates the house. The fervent but sometimes dissonant singing of traditional and, better still, self-composed carols melts the ice outside.
For 20 years, I experienced these unforgettable high-spirited holidays with my father-in-law, the Finnish composer Tauno Marttinen, in the cosy wooden house where he and his wife, Ilmi, lived in Hämeenlinna. This city also forms the birthplace of Finland’s most famous composer, Jean Sibelius, whose carols Finns love to sing on Christmas Eve.
Joy and melancholy
I imagine that at idyllic Lake Tuusula, where Sibelius lived most of his life with his wife Aino and their five daughters, the atmosphere must have been a bit like ours in that music, composer and family were brought together and joy prevailed.
Sibelius seemed not to have been very religious, and talked about his Christianity only as the “faith of my ancestors,” but it is known that he went to church at least once a year, on Christmas morning. He was not especially fond of Christmas time, in any case.
“The darkest weeks of the year from my birthday [December 8] until Christmas, when the sun is at its lowest, are always a difficult time for me,” he confided to his secretary, Santeri Levas. “Immediately after Christmas is over, things improve and life is fun once more.”
Musical Christmas gifts from Sibelius
Winter doldrums aside, by all accounts the composer enjoyed the time spent with his family when he gave them and their friends compositions as Christmas presents.
In 1915, Sibelius compiled five carols from his Christmas songs as Opus 1, composed between 1897 and 1913. One of them was the hymn “En etsi valtaa loistoa” (“Give me no splendour, gold or pomp”) and another is “On hanget korkeat, nietokset” (“High are the snowdrifts”), both of which rank among the best-loved Christmas carols in Finland.
Each year the Sibelius children sang the songs, which played a special role in the holiday traditions of the Sibelius family, because when “Give me no splendour, gold or pomp” was sung, their mother, Aino, was sitting at the piano for once. But it was a signal to the Sibelius children that the Christmas festivities had begun when Jean started to play “High are the snowdrifts.”
The importance of the carols to Sibelius is indicated by the fact that he reworked them continuously until just a few years before his death in 1957. Sibelius composed “Give me no splendour, gold or pomp” soon after he moved in 1904 to Ainola. The house was named after his wife and located near Järvenpää, about 40 kilometres north of Helsinki.
At his previous home in Kerava, about ten kilometres further south, he had composed “High are the snowdrifts.” In 1943, that song, with lyrics from a poem by Zacharias Topelius, was given a place in the hymn book of the Finnish Evangelical-Lutheran Church, first in Swedish and later in Finnish.
Boisterous Christmas din
At Christmastime Ainola bustled with people. There were the daughters with their growing families, and in-laws and friends dropping in. The house, normally so quiet one could hear a pin drop, echoed with music and game playing and the patter of children running around. And I imagine that smoke from Sibelius’s beloved cigars billowed around them.
The house had electricity but no running water – Sibelius didn’t want it. It must have been a challenge for the women as they prepared the culinary feast for so many. Among the delicacies were Aino’s own homemade preserves.
For the children, the high point was the start of Christmas at Ainola. “The children were taken to the dark nursery. They were called to the drawing-room when the Christmas tree was all lit up,” writes his granddaughter Laura Enckell in her recollections of her childhood.
“It really had to dazzle you with its brightness. He played ‘High are the snowdrifts,’ and he played so loud, with the pedal down, as if he were playing the organ. It was as if he would have liked to have had an orchestra there as well. We sang this song and then we sang ‘Give me no splendour, gold or pomp.’ This was all very jolly. It wasn’t pious or gloomy at all.”
By Rebecca Libermann