Twas the night before Christmas
And all thru the pub
The
air was scented with cinnamon
From all the festive grub
From spiced Christmas Ale
Or Gluwein served from a tub
Twas the night before Christmas
And all thru the pub
The
air was scented with cinnamon
From all the festive grub
From spiced Christmas Ale
Or Gluwein served from a tub
Hurry, hurry shopping in Surrey
Hurry, hurry, rush and
scurry
Worry, worry, fresh
snow flurry
Hurry Murray rush and
scurry
Let’s get home and
have a curry
Christmas is all about traditions
But they evolve across
the years
Some fall from favour
all together
Then new ones seem to
appear
This is certainly the
case
Of one of the more
recent traditions
To the familiar
Christmas fare
The TV soaps festive additions
This is when the tired
old plot line
That’s simmered away
since June
Suddenly explodes in
your face
And not a moment too
soon
When Norbert and Madeline Bridges (Matt McCoy and Jane Sibbett) and their children move to a small town, the first thing they do is have a mixer to meet the neighbours.
Amongst others they
meet the Manning’s, Donnie and Irene (Adam Ferrara and Carol Alt) and an
inebriated Donnie starts boasting about the upcoming annual Christmas
Decoration contest, and Psychologist Norbert see an opportunity to gather
important material for the book he is writing on human behaviour, and throws
down the gauntlet.
As a result it very
quickly gets out of hand, involving lies, manipulation and spying and when it
reaches its peak there is only one solution and that is to ban Christmas.
Twas the night before Christmas
And all thru the City
Peoples were alone for
the season
Which was such a pity
The Church was the one
place
Where they never felt
alone
As they were welcomed
And made to feel at
home
After the demise of the puritans in Europe and America the St Nicholas legend went from strength to strength.
He has over recent
centuries become known by different names for example in Holland he is known as
Sinter Klaas and when the Dutch arrived in New York or New Amsterdam as it was
then the red suited Sinter Klaas arrived with them but the name has since
become Americanized into Santa Claus.
The first time the
Name Santa Claus appeared in print was in 1773 but the first description of the
most traditional image of Santa Claus was by popular author Washington Irving
In his History of New York, published in 1809.
But he was finally
immortalized along with his eight reindeer in 1823 in the poem “A Visit from
Saint Nicholas” more commonly known to all of us as “The Night Before
Christmas” written by Clement Clarke Moore an Episcopal minister.
Moore, who wrote the
poem for his three daughters, depicted Santa Claus as a "right jolly old
elf" with a supernatural ability to ascend up a chimney with a simple nod
of his head.
The familiar round
jolly white bearded image of Santa Claus was definitively illustrated by the
political cartoonist Thomas Nast for Christmas issues of Harper's Weekly
magazine in 1881.
It was Nast who
revealed the details of Santa's workshop at the North Pole and alerted the
world to the existence of what have become known as the naughty and nice lists.
Haddon Sundblom further reinforced Santa’s image when, in 1931, he drew a
representation of the jolly red faced Saint for the Coca-Cola Company as part
of their advertising campaign which was so successful that he has been used
every year since.
Through literary
references and descriptions of Christmas the legend of St Nicholas spread and
became ingrained in all of us and Along
the way the legend of the gift giver became intertwined with other country’s
myths and folk lore figures and St Nicholas became known by a wide variety of
names.
As well as Santa Claus or Sinter Klaas he is named Father Christmas, Kris
Kringle, Père Noël, der Weinachtsmann and Papa Noel to name but a few.
So I can say to you
all with hand on heart to young and old wherever you might live there is most
definitely a Santa Claus.
Shops in the high street
Are full to
overflowing
With irate customers
Franticly to-ing and
fro-ing
The shopkeeper delights
While prices are
rocketing
Happy in the knowledge
Of the profits he’s
pocketing
And in his smug
contentment
He rubs his hands with
glee
“Merry Christmas you
mugs
And a prosperous new
year, for me”