Merry Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve, such a magical time…the majesty of the Christmas tree, the colored lights, the fragile decorations, the special holiday treats, the smell of cookies baking in the oven, the visiting neighbors, the excitement, the anticipation.  And the old German folk song my mother sang to us during the Yule-tide.  Of course, everyone knows this song as O Christmas Tree, but here is the German verse I remember so well:

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum
Dein Kleid will mich was lehren:
Die Hoffnung und Beständigkeit
Gibt Mutt und Kraft zu alle Zeit.
O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum
Dein Kleid will mich was lehren.

O fir tree,  O fir tree
Your garb wants to teach me:
Hope and steadfastness
Bring courage and strength through all times.
O fir tree, O fir tree
Your garb wants to teach me.

And it wouldn’t be Christmas Eve without the American classic, Twas The Night Before Christmas. In 2nd grade, my classmates and I had to memorize this poem for the school’s Christmas pageant.  I indulge in a little nostalgia:

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch!  To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes, how they twinkled!  His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

Merry Christmas, everyone!

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6 Responses to Merry Christmas Eve

  1. Bunkerville says:

    Merry Christmas… your blog is looking great!!

  2. Glen A. Amos says:

    Merry Christmas. I so wish I could give you a hug right now. Okay, close your eyes…wait that doesn’t work. I can’t type with my eyes closed and you could not read it anyway.

    Well, after I finish typing this I am going to picture you in my mind. We are standing in at the restaurant in DC. Lots of chatter and merriment all around. We walk up to each other smile and hold one another in a loving embrace for 20 seconds. We acknowledge our unconditional friendship. No greater Christmas gift could we share.

    • Merry Christmas, Glen. I can’t begin to tell you what your support and friendship have meant to me. I wish you and Wendy and your family a great holiday and a healthy and fruitful New Year. Here’s hugging you right back!

  3. Lockandload says:

    And a Merry one to you too- from one of the “annie’s”– a great looking blog,wishing much success

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