A Child's Christmas in Wales

A Child's Christmas in Wales by Dylan Thomas

Part 1

Part 2

Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

The trick in our house this year is to see who which comes first, snow, or the next set of travelers. If you are traveling, God speed. If you're staying put, god rest ye.

Toad

Happy Festivus

It's why Christmas is in December. It's why the last month of the year is the 10th month (Dec), not the 12th.

It's Festivus.

Festivus celebrates being alive at a time when it is hard to be alive. Before Yahweh, before Jesus, before Buddha men celebrated that great storms hadn't destroyed them, famine and drought hadn't killed their crops, animals and families.

Families prayed their crops would grow, wild animals wouldn't devour them, that they would survive to do it all over again next year. Then they feasted.

Festivus as old as man, and still as relevant.

Party on, you survived, you earned it.

We lean towards the minimalist, table top variety Festivus pole, but go with what works. Always!

Toad

Equal Opportunity

As a follow up to Monday's post of the Secessionist Gala Ball in Charleston here is something for the other side.

On this date 1864 Union Major General William T. Sherman sent the following telegram to President Abraham Lincoln.



"I beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah with 150 heavy guns, plenty of ammunition and also about 25,000 bales of cotton"

I doubt the Sons of the Union Army Veterans have an annual sit down commemorating this in Savannah.

Toad

Happy Solstice

Our Family Astronomer Royal, Dr. Richard Schwartz reminds us that today is the winter solstice. High Holy days for for my ancient Celtic ancestors. Coupled with last night's lunar eclipse he is giddy with excitement. So let us rejoice. The dark days are behind us, the days grow longer, spring is not far.




The Irish born, Catholic nuns of my youth were big on making little children recite. Poetry, bits of verse, catechism it made no difference. "Stand up straight Toad, give us the first 10 lines of..." I can conjure up those memories at will. My favorite was and is by Robert Frost, a poem suitable and fitting for this glorious day.



and finally,

WINTER'S ENTRANCE

As days shrink

to the size of a small doorway,

darkness dominates

like a protective dome

in the star arched sky.

We frenzied town dwellers

seek security

in hyperactivity:

buy bigger presents,

indulge in more parties.

Beyond the entrance we call ‘Winter’

lies a quiet space, empty

but for a single candle

whose light increases

as dreams and hopes

fuel its incandescence.

Step softly within

where the calm communion

of sitting with silence,

shining with light

brings long sought oneness.

Kaaren Whitney

Winter Solstice 2006

Have a blessed day, pay heed to the natural rhythm of the seasons.

Toad

Things to do in -Charleston, SC

Do you find yourself in or around Charleston this evening?

Charlestonians, generally a hard partying lot, are getting a jump on the festivities commemorating the 150th anniversary of the start of the Civil War by holding the Secession Gala Ball tonight, organized by the Confederate Heritage Trust, and sponsored by the Sons of Confederate Veterans. The event, criticized as "a celebration of treason and slavery" by the ever vigilant and vocal local chapter of the NAACP, which plans to protest the gala, is privately funded.

Mark Simpson, the S.C. division commander for the Sons of Confederate Veterans, said his organization condemns slavery and respects the NAACP’s right to protest.

“We could look back and say (the Civil War) wasn’t something to celebrate – about 620,000 died in the North and South,” Simpson said. “If you count civilians, you’re up to about a million killed in that war. “Do we celebrate that? Heavens no,” he said. “War and death is never something to celebrate. But we do celebrate the courage and the integrity of 170 men who signed their signatures to the Article of Secession – the courage of men to do what they think is right.”

Part 2 of the festivities is the display of the Article of Secession. Seems no one in SC is willing to raise their hand and say have it here.

The first plan was to display it at First Baptist Church in Columbia, where it was drafted on Dec. 17, 1860. The church – whose website notes secessionists met there by order of the S.C. Legislature, “not by invitation of the church” – had no interest in displaying the document.

Next the plan was to display the Articles at the State House, but it was decidedly unwelcome there. The document is on display at the Archives and History building in Charleston.

And so 150 years later, the war continues. We have come so far, and have so far to go.

Toad

Birders

Are you a bird watcher?



We have 6 feeders around the manse during the winter months, each attracting a bevy of feathered guests. I enjoy watching, but my level of interest is not to the extent that I can discern the differences between the various types of goldfinches,hawks,bats, owls, eagles, nuthatches and whatever else winters here without my handy "Birds of Eastern Missouri" guidebook.



My office is mid tree level so I occasionally do get a birds eye view of what's happening. It was an eye opener to realize that the pecking order isn't just a figure of speech. I see it in action, daily.



If you are into birds, or just fantastic nature photography, take a peak at The Beauty of Nature: 100 Brilliant examples of bird photography. If not, this site just may change your mind. All the above photos are from that site.

Toad

"Le chandail de hockey"

Guys and Gals did you ever receive exactly the wrong present?

Sometimes nothing is worse than the wrong gift. There are no hand grenades for Christmas. close does not count. The right gift is important. This story is about a young boy who suffers such a fate. The first minute and 30 secs or so is in French. The rest in English.

It's long, but a great reminder of how it pays to be thoughtful.

I present The Sweater.



For my treasured friends up north.
Toad

Holiday Cards

When dealing with the simple minded, like me, it is best to keep things clear and concise. My children know this and deal accordingly. If it's complicated they tell Mrs. T. Yesterday, my book ends conspired to see if I would notice.

We received holiday cards from each. They are coming to town for the holidays, the youngest for Christmas, his sister for Kwanzaa. Catch their message?



We head to Kansas this afternoon to visit Paige and her family. Our first holiday visitors arrive Thursday. Laissez_Les_Bon_Temps_Roulez_.

Should you find yourself "over the river and through the woodsing" might I recommend a fun family car activity, so long as you can get the kids off their Gameboys? If you're clever the kids will never catch onto the educational aspects either.

Pick up a copy of


The final Jeopardy quizzes will keep you busy for miles.

Toad

For Jane

Saturday night in Mayberry was cold, windy and snowy. Just enough snow to be good for the economy but not so much good for anything else. The best kind of snow really.

Mrs. T was in one room wrapping, I was in another, when I heard her yell. I didn't understand what she was saying, I knew only to come hither quickly. She yelled again, this time I heard "get out of the car." Was someone sliding down the drive heading for the lake?



No such luck. Instead, Meryl Streep was being counseled.



She does this every time Bridges of Madison County is on. I'm afraid to ask what this says about our marriage.



To those fighting the good fight this festive season, listen to your heart. You are in our thoughts.

Toad

Christmas Concert

Have you ever considered changing Gods? Perhaps it's more contemporary to ask change religions? Leaving your lifelong church for what's next door.

Mrs T and I attended our grandson's holiday choir concert this week, which was held in a local Methodist Church. The kids were backed by the church's adult choir and organist along with a holiday brass band. If what was presented is indicative of what takes place on Sunday, I'd reconsider.



The program opened with a bagpipe. Verily, one need be Scots to face an unexpected piper on a cold winter's night, yet in honor of Pearl Harbor Day piper George Gerules set the holiday mood with a stirring rendition of Amazing Grace. Later in the program, George had the crowd on its feet with his performance of Highland Cathedral.



The church choir was magnificent. Not unexpectedly, the men were graybeards, the women younger, yet they were led by a master who knew how to get the sound he wanted. The quality of the music,as well as the church acoustics were a world above the Romish churches of my youth. As strangers, we could feel that God dwelt in that house. The kids did a great job too.

Toad

12 Days-Correspondence

I first heard this in the car radio from the local classical music station. It was one eof those recordings I had to hear the end of. Mrs. T was giving me "are you coming in" warnings, yet still I sat. The recording became so popular that to stop the phone calls, those remembering pre FM rock and roll may recall their stations doing this, the station would announce we are replaying this Friday at 4pm.

My station changed owners and formats this year so I have missed my fix, and have been unable to source the original. The recording of course is The 12 Days of Christmas, Correspondence". I have a copy of what may be the original essays by JJ Norwich, but frankly I have found so many variations, I am unsure of the original author, so for now I'll go with Norwich.

The story is thus:

My dearest darling Edward, Dec 25

What a wonderful surprise has just greeted me! That sweet

partridge, in that lovely little pear-tree; what an enchanting, romantic, poetic present! Bless you, and thank

you.

Your deeply loving Emily.

Beloved Edward, Dec 26

The two turtle-doves arrived this morning, and are cooing

away in the pear-tree as I write. I'm so touched and

grateful!

With undying love, as always, Emily.

My darling Edward, Dec 27

You do think of the most original presents! Who ever thought

of sending anybody three French hens? Do they really come all

the way from France? It's a pity we have no chicken coops,

but I expect we'll find some. Anyway, thank you so much;

they're lovely.

Your devoted Emily.

Dearest Edward, Dec 28

What a surprise! Four calling birds arrived this morning.

They are very sweet, even if they do call rather loudly --

they make telephoning almost impossible -- but I expect

they'll calm down when they get used to their new home.

Anyway, I'm very grateful, of course I am.

Love from Emily.

Dearest Edward, Dec 29

The mailman has just delivered five most beautiful gold

rings, one for each finger, and all fitting perfectly! A

really lovely present! Lovelier, in a way, than birds, which

do take rather a lot of looking after. The four that arrived

yesterday are still making a terrible row, and I'm afraid

none of us got much sleep last night. Mother says she wants

to use the rings to "wring" their necks. Mother has such a

sense of humor. This time she's only joking, I think, but I

do know what she means. Still, I love the rings.

Bless you, Emily.

Dear Edward, Dec 30

Whatever I expected to find when I opened the front door

this morning, it certainly wasn't six socking great geese

laying eggs all over the porch. Frankly, I rather hoped that

you had stopped sending me birds. We have no room for them,

and they've already ruined the croquet lawn. I know you meant

well, but let's call a halt, shall we?

Love, Emily.

Edward, Dec 31

I thought I said NO MORE BIRDS. This morning I woke up to

find no more than seven swans, all trying to get into our

tiny goldfish pond. I'd rather not think what's happened to

the goldfish. The whole house seems to be full of birds, to

say nothing of what they leave behind them, so please,

please, stop!

Your Emily.

Jan 1

Frankly, I prefer the birds. What am I to do with eight

milkmaids? And their cows! Is this some kind of a joke? If

so, I'm afraid I don't find it very amusing.

Emily.

Jan 2

Look here, Edward,

This has gone far enough. You say you're sending me nine

ladies dancing. All I can say is, judging from the way they

dance, they're certainly not ladies. The village just isn't

accustomed to seeing a regiment of shameless viragos, with

nothing on but their lipstick, cavorting round the green, and

it's Mother and I who get the blame. If you value our

friendship, which I do (less and less), kindly stop this

ridiculous behavior at once!

Emily.

Jan 3

As I write this letter, 10 disgusting old men are prancing

up and down all over what used to be the garden, before the

geese and the swans and the cows got at it. And several of

them, I have just noticed, are taking inexcusable liberties

with the milkmaids. Meanwhile, the neighbors are trying to

have us evicted. I shall never speak to you again.

Emily.

Jan 4

This is the last straw! You know I detest bagpipes! The

place has now become something between a menagerie and a madhouse, and a man from the council has just declared it

unfit for habitation. At least Mother has been spared this

last outrage; they took her away yesterday afternoon in an

ambulance. I hope you're satisfied.

Jan 5

Sir,

Our client, Miss Emily Wilbraham, instructs me to inform you

that with the arrival on her premises at 7:30 this morning of

the entire percussion section of the Boston Symphony

Orchestra, and several of their friends, she has no course

left open to her but to seek an injunction to prevent you

importuning her further. I am making arrangements for the

return of much assorted livestock.

I am, Sir, yours faithfully,

G. Creep Attorney at law.

Another variation was penned by Irish essayist Hugh Leonard and is read by celebrated Irish actor Frank Kelly. This is for #1 Son. I think he will prefer the Irish version.

Toad

Happy Chanukah - 8th night

Biblical Bumper Stickers

Adam: "You are what you eat."

Eve: "At least he doesn't compare me to his mother."

Abraham: "I'm goin' not knowin'."

Noah: "Honk if you believe in treading water."

Moses: "From a basket case to the promised land."

Elizah: "When Jezebel ain't happy, ain't nobody happy."

Balaam: "My second donkey talks!"

At the Sinai desert: "Winding road next 40 years"

At the Red Sea: "Caution! Subject to sudden flooding"

Many apologies the jokes this week have come from The Jewish Magazine

Happy Holidays.

Imagine

John Winston Lennon

9 October, 1940-8 December, 1980

Happy Chanukah- 7th night

From The Jewish Magazine

Chanukah Mailing

A woman goes to the post office to buy stamps for her Chanukah cards.

She says to the clerk, "May I have 50 Chanukah stamps?"

The clerk says, "What denomination?"

The woman says, "Oh my God. Has it come to this? Give me 6 Orthodox, 12 Conservative, and 32 Reform."

Holiday Laughter Encouraged II

Amongst the best holiday traditions is the endless loop of treasured television movie classics, shown year after year. White Christmas, The Bishop's Wife, Christmas Story. Most of us can each recite the holiday programs in our sleep.

My TIVO has 4 versions of A Christmas Carol. I know them all.

To stay in the regifting spirit, I offer this rerun from last year. Someday, it's going to become a classic.



Happy Holidays.

Toad

Happy Chanukah

Hermes

The postman, much like my former comrades at UPS hates the holiday season. Tons of extra catalogs, flyers, adverts and holiday cards each day hamstrung with unsympathetic management insisting upon faster, faster. That's they why they go postal. You can't blame them.

Our mailman got a truck for the season. He had been tooling about town in a Jeep thingy, that was on its last legs 4 years ago. Now he can complain about the load in comfort. At least until he gets to our house, where he is overcome with fits of amusement.

Along with Harry and David, Hermes has seen fit to add the Toad's to their mailing list.



Naturally, I was blamed. 130 color glossy pages of "just a little somethings". In the spirit of if you need to ask, The World of Hermes Magazine, August/Winter 2010 edition is a little light on product, yet long on moody French country photos.



I would have preferred a bit more scarf and accessories to hungry boys and girls looking sad. Native French existentialism on a dreary winter morning leaves me chilled.







I was brought up short by the photo below. It is a genuine fear of mine, to wake up to the remnants of Noah's ark having a tussle in our drawing room. Some dream of teeth, I dream of Santa's sleigh. Gone bad.



Toad

The Darkest Night-5th night of Chanukah

Xmas vrs. Chanukah

Now, if anyone asks you what the difference is between Xmas and Chanukah, you will know what and how to answer!

1. Xmas is one day, same day every year, December 25.

Jews also love December 25th. It's another paid day off work. We go to movies and out for Chinese food and Israeli dancing. Chanukah is 8 days. It starts the evening of the 24th of Kislev, whenever that falls. No one is ever sure.

Jews never know until a non-Jewish friend asks when Chanukah starts, forcing us to consult a calendar so we don't look like idiots. We all have the same calendar, provided free with a donation from the World Jewish Congress, the kosher butcher, or the local Sinai Memorial Chapel (especially in Florida) or other Jewish funeral home.

2. Christmas is a major holiday.

Chanukah is a minor holiday with the same theme as most Jewish holidays. They tried to kill us, we survived, let's eat.

3. Christians get wonderful presents such as jewelry, perfume, stereos...

Jews get practical presents such as underwear, socks, or the collected works of the Rambam, which looks impressive on the bookshelf.

4. There is only one way to spell Christmas.

No one can decide how to spell Chanukah, Chanukkah, Chanukka, Channukah, Hanukah, Hannukah, etc, so even if you are an illiterate klutz you can't go wrong.

5. Christmas is a time of great pressure for husbands and boyfriends. Their partners expect special gifts.

Jewish men are relieved of that burden. No one expects a diamond ring on Chanukah.

6. Christmas brings enormous electric bills.

Candles are used for Chanukah. Not only are we spared enormous electric bills, but we get to feel good about not contributing to the energy crisis.

7. Christmas carols are beautiful...Silent Night, Come All Ye Faithful....

Chanukah songs are about dreidels made from clay or having a party and dancing the hora. Of course, we are secretly pleased that many of the beautiful carols were composed and written by our tribal brethren. And don't Barbara Streisand and Neil Diamond sing them beautifully?

8. A home preparing for Christmas smells wonderful from sweet smell of cookies and cakes baking.

A home preparing for Chanukah smells of oil, potatoes, and onions. Jews burn their eyes and cut their hands grating potatoes and onions for latkes on Chanukah. Another reminder of our suffering through the ages. Unless of course you are in Israel where they celebrate by eating inedible cherry donuts call sufganiot.

9. Parents deliver presents to their children during Christmas.

Jewish parents have no qualms about withholding a gift on any of the eight nights.

10. The players in the Christmas story have easy to pronounce names such as Mary and Joseph.

The players in the Chanukah story are Antiochus, Judah Maccabee, and Matta-whatever. No one can spell it or pronounce it. On the plus side, we can tell our friends anything and they believe we are wonderfully versed in our history.

11. In recent years, Christmas has become more and more commercialized.

We save money on Chanukah, less gifts to buy, less to return, less junk to deal with, easier to sleep with.

Better to stick with Chanukah!

4th Night of Chanukah

Christmas Cracker 2010

I am an inveterate collector. Some collect stamps, some exotic cars, I collect commonplace books, as well as keep my own. A commonplace is a collection of oddities, pithy sayings, newspaper stories and all things which catch the author's fancy.

My favorites are the annual A Christmas Cracker published by John Julius, Lord Norwich, only child of Duff and Lady Diana Cooper, perhaps the second most famous couple in Europe in the immediate post WW II years. For much of his life, Lord Norwich has kept a journal of favorite poems, odd definitions, strange anecdotes and curious correspondence. Since 1980, instead of Christmas cards, John has printed selections of his findings and mailed them to anxiously awaiting friends.

Yesterday, I received the 2010 edition, and over the next few weeks will share my favorite entries. This tops my list. The more things change...



And I thought it was only me.

Toad