The whole week M and L are lustily singing all songs of St. Martin, who is riding on his horse and cutting his cloak in half to share with a beggar. He did this during a snowstorm to save and warm the beggar. Yesterday on St. Martin's Day the weather was almost alike. Luckily for all the children with their candles rain stopped shortly and most lights kept burning.
Traditionally I scooped out a kohlrabi and cutted what L had ordered: a sun, a moon, stars, a house and a heart.