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TIME
ENOUGH
May you find
the new year–
with its full cycle of the seasons
Time enough for you.
Time enough
to laugh when you are happy,
to
cry when you are sad;
Time enough
to strive and succeed,
to rest and be renewed;
Time enough
to discover deeply,
to give freely;
Time enough
for you
to
be your essential self
And to enter eternity
by living fully
in the moment–
One with self,
One with others,
One with Life itself.
January 1, 2012
A New Year
is before us
with all the diverse mysteries
of the unknowable.
From our vantage
We survey
the year that was,
Imagining the year
that will be.
There is hope,
And there is freshness,
As we joyfully anticipate
changes for the better.
And there is sadness
and surely pain
before us;
For Time and Life
will bring loss and travail.
The balance, the roundness of
Life,–
the bitter and sweet,
the losses and gains,
the sorrows and the joys,–
Awaits
And for the fortunate and
wise
Beckons.
Fortune–
good and bad–
Will come, what may.
May you
be blessed by the wisdom
that
Life’s balance/Life’s roundness
can
disclose
in
the time and Life
that
is your time, your life.
December 27, 2011
Imagine
The visiting specters of
Christmas Past, Future, and Present persuaded “sane” Old Scrooge to
reform. He wasn’t driven to insanity by
these apparitions. To the contrary,
Scrooge was driven to sanity; and he vowed, “I will honor Christmas in my heart
and try to keep it all the year.
Is it really
sanity, to let the “gentle madness of December” last all year long, never
ending? What’s saner, the ways we behave
from January through November or the gentle madness that overcomes us in
December?
Imagine:
Imagine we truly
believed that the Divine is Incarnate in the human–that every child is the
Christ Child and every birth is a blessed event, a holy day. Imagine how we would treat our children and
celebrate their days. Imagine how we
would think of our own self, because we have all entered the world the same
way, as Divine Incarnations.
Imagine our wise
men and women followed a star of wonder and delight to simple and innocent
truths. Imagine they would never betray
the truths they found to base and false powers which–in fear and jealousy–seek
to crush the simple and the innocent.
Imagine there was
an ongoing, never-ending armistice, an unbroken peace on earth, whether by
Divine decree uttered by angels or through the pagan power of mistletoe.
Imagine we
proclaimed the power of light, symbolic of knowledge and freedom, to illuminate
dark recesses of the mind and of society.
Imagine the ancient Yule log or Christmas Candle or Hanukkah menorah
burned all year long.
Imagine we did
not forget our connection to one another from January through November, but
sent cards and letters, exchanging thoughtful little gifts, too. Imagine we greeted one another with cheer,
wishing happiness, joy, and peace.
Imagine we graced
our buildings and rooms with sparkling lights and gay decorations for no other
reason than we wanted to create and share beauty, for our delight and the
delight of others.
Imagine our
concern and charity for the disadvantaged and underprivileged never ended. The children would not be denied simple
pleasures and little treasures, so that no one should ever go hungry or ill
clothed, so the homeless should have shelter.
Imagine we
believed in the sanctity of living things, that the ways of Life were superior
to the ways of death. Imagine that we
invested ourselves in those things that created, enhanced, and sustained Life,
surrounding ourselves with reminders and symbols of Life’s beauty and grace.
Imagine all these
things. And now imagine this, that the
madness that comes with the end of December, a Winter Solstice spell and
Christmas blessing, has persuaded you of the ironic sanity of the season. Imagine that you are so persuaded that you
say with Scrooge, “I will honor Christmas in my heart and try to keep it all
the year.”
Imagine an ironic
sanity in the polyglot midst of what is often seen as a mad, mad, mad season.
May you find the spirit of the season,
in all its manifestations,
so irresistible and compelling,
that you will honor it now
and keep it all the year round.
December 25, 2011
Christmas Eve
And suddenly there was…a multitude
of the heavenly host… [Luke 2:13]
After the stores have closed
and the final
presents have been wrapped,–
Beyond the ding, ding, ding
of Salvation Army hand bells;
Beyond the steady, efficient
computer click of cash registers;
Beyond the sometimes gay,
sometimes reverent
drone of Christmas MUZAK, –
There will come the deep
silence
of Christmas Eve.
It is the thoughtful silence
of watching and waiting,
The silence of the Winter’s
longest night.
You will look into the
star-pocked dome
of infinity and shiver compulsively.
Yet your heartbeat will give
such wonderful comfort
That a feeling of utter
holiness
Becomes an unuttered prayer.
At that moment
You will know
Why the shepherds–
Who kept watch through the
night–
Heard the hosannas of a
heavenly host.
December 24, 2011
Winter Images
A graceful evergreen dusted
with fresh snow.
The long smooth taper of an
icicle–
a crystal drop suspended from its tip.
A scarlet cardinal flashing
through a gray thicket.
A billow of steam rising from
a tall
factory smokestack.
A pale evening sky washed
with yellows and reds.
A solitary tree poised on the
horizon.
The rapid exhalation of warm
breath in frigid air.
Cheeks flushed, ruddy from
cold.
Thin sunlight spilling over rough
tree trunk.
Delicate ice-crystal etchings
on window glass.
Vivid flames dancing on
burning logs:
These images–
and so many more–
I love in Winter.
December 23, 2011
December 23, 2011
Johhny's Grill: A Christmas Eve Romance [click title]
December 22, 2011
Maybe these days
of late December,
When nights are long,
And the cold sends us
into our homes–
Maybe these days
Bring to us a realization;
How much we mean
and can do
One for another.
We belong together.
We’re not solitary creatures,
no matter how much time
we may need to be alone.
When our world turns
dark and cold,
Human companionship,
Like a fire on the hearth,
Warms our heart
And comforts our souls
As nothing else can.
That we belong together
And find one another,
Our Winter Solstice instinct.December 21, 2011
from the Holidays A to Z: F
Follen
Charles Follen, a German by birth, immigrated
to the United States in 1824 and became a professor of German at Harvard College. While living in Cambridge,
for the delight of his two young children, he surprised them with a fir tree
decorated with blazing candles–in the custom of the German Christmas Tree of
his youth. Harriet Martineau, an English
writer travelling in America, witnessed this blazing event and broadcasted it. Follen is cited by many as introducing the
now universal custom of the Christmas Tree to America, as well as putting
children at the center of the celebration.
Oh, did I mention that he was a Unitarian; and so was Harriet
Martineau? This was one of the significant
ways that Unitarians played important roles in the “invention” of the modern
American Christmas.
December 20, 2011
December 20, 2011
The Green Eyed Goddess of Envy
When the Solstice approaches
and the wheel of the year turns, memories abound. In the Season of Memory, I remember the
Christmas of 1976 first of all.
That year, I was an intern
minister at the First Universalist Church of Syracuse. We were living in a government subsidized
townhouse apartment complex in Fayetteville, NY, a Syracuse suburb. In particular, I remember the yellow shag
carpeting. (Remember shag carpeting?) I
also remember a canary yellow AMC Pacer owned by an adjacent neighbor. (Remember AMC and its curious collection of
cars?) And I remember a single parent
dad, father to a young boy, whose living room was bare except for a television,
reclining chair, and next to the chair a life-size plastic Santa Claus
illuminated from within–a bleak but beguiling tableau seen through the
drapeless patio doors, the dad often in full recline, with a can of beer in his
hand, bathed by a soft light of Santa-glow.
It was our first American
Christmas after living in Canada for six years.
Our daughter Katie was nine years old. Ellie had a make-money job as a chair
assistant to an orthodontist. We had little money, but enough to get by. We were relatively young, embarking on a new
adventure, unsure of what our future would be.
I was an apprentice minister in a remnant Universalist congregation,
testing my suitability for the trade.
For reasons of economy but more for the sake of our daughter, we tried
to make Christmas hand-fashioned and family centered.
That year it snowed at least
a little for more than forty consecutive days. We ventured forth on a bitterly cold Saturday
morning to cut a crooked little tree at a picked over Christmas Tree farm. When
I dragged the tree through the sliding doors, from the patio to the living room,
a frozen mouse fell out of a bird’s nest that rested in the midst of the tight
branches onto the yellow shag carpeting. (When we left that place six months later, we
were still picking out balsam needles from the rug.)
In the afternoon on the
Saturday we cut our tree and brought it home, we fashioned ornaments from
Styrofoam and chunks of wood, festooning our creations with plastic jewels,
glitter, and water paint. I used the
occasion to lecture Katie about the real meaning of Christmas. As an illustration, I moralized as I created
the head of an anti-Christmas spirit which
I named the Green-Eyed Goddess of Envy. Her round Styrofoam head had green acrylic
hair and shimmering emerald green eyes. I
told Katie, the Green Eyed Goddess of Envy’s refrain is “Gimmee, gimmee,
gimmee!”
No longer a moral lesson, but a symbol of my ridiculous excess, the Green-Eyed Goddess of Envy–sometimes called the Green-Eyed Goddess of Excessmas–appears each year to perch at the top of our tree.
When she appears, her green
eyes undiminished by ever-increasing years, memories flow. We laugh at my moralizing about Christmas
meaning, even as I savor the irony of the lesson I learned.
from Eleven Candles for the Holiday
Festivals
of Mid-Winter
We light a fourth candle in memory of the Ancient and Modern Festivals of Mid-Winter
that compel us to joy, so rich and wide that not even the fabled Twelve Days of
Christmas can contain them: Babylonian Zagmuk, Roman Saturnalia, North
Europe's Yule, the Angli's Mother Night, Medieval Noel,
Victorian Christmas, the Christmases of our childhood.
Through this flame, let us
see that it is good to be generous, to seek the company and bonhomie of family
and friends, to feast, generally be merry, to suspend reality, be childlike,
and loving–above all loving.
December 18, 2011
December 18, 2011
Already Turning
Curiously,
Though we have entered
the darkest, coldest
dreariest of seasons.
Already that season
is turning for us.
For, like a seed,
in the iron-cold earth,
Our hope is alive.
This is what
gives us courage and inspiration
To light candles,
And decorate trees,
And sing carols
of peace and goodwill,
The spirit of hope
When all seems to conspire
against it.
December 17, 2001
Season of Memory
What moves the heart,
perhaps the most,
Are the days of our lives,
ever-receding–
The gradual, inevitable accumulation
Of spilling moments.
And in those moments
Abounding experiences,
The propinquity of relationships,
And poignant emotions.
So, the days of our lives degrade,
ever so gracefully,
Into Memory.
The end of the year
with longer nights
and an instinct for domesticity
Is the Season of Memory.
In this Season, we think of you–
the moments we shared–
And offer a simple and sincere blessing:
We wish,
for you and those you hold
dear,
The Gifts of the Holidays
And the Hope of a New Year.
Christmas … Whatever the Weather
There
is no snow.
A
wind with warm breath
hurls leaves down sidewalk and street.
And
rain streaks window glass.
It
hardly seems like winter.
The
weather doesn’t announce
Christmas.
Perhaps
the familiar something missing:
the arctic sting of wind;
the cold kiss of snow;
the body’s need for extra calories
Has
us all on edge.
And
perhaps the dampness, the gray skies
and the early evenings
Oppress
us all a little more than
usual;
Because
it’s all so unseasonal.
Is
that why…
…why the electric lights seem
so bright;
…why the candle glow seems
so warm;
…why the smiles on faces seem
so welcome;
…why the familiar carols seem
so new;
…why the greens seem so green
and the reds so red;
…why St. Nicholas seems
so elfish, so jolly…
This
year?
Or
is it
that whatever the weather,
We
need Christmas.
And we won’t be denied
the light
the warmth,
the cheer?
December 15, 2011
from Las Posadas
“In the name of Heaven, I beg for shelter! Mary, my wife, can go no farther!” An angry voice from inside the house shouts, “Go away! There is no room. There is no posada, no lodging here!"
Saddened, the children go to another house, then another, and another, making the same request and receiving the same rebuke. Finally, they reach a brightly lighted house. Here they are greeted, “Enter, Mary, Queen of Heaven! Welcome, Joseph!”
The children rush into the house, first kneeling by a small altar with a Nativity Scene but with an empty manger. After singing hymns, they enjoy a party with singing, dancing, eating, and breaking a piñata out of which small toys and candies tumble.
Each night for nine nights there is a similar procession and party. The final posada falls on Christmas Eve, when the manger finally has baby Jesus in it. As midnight approaches, all gather round the manger and sing a lullaby. Then off they to go midnight mass, while fireworks explode and bells peal.
It’s easy to speculate how Las Posadas emerged in Mexico, where ties of family and society are strong. It teaches the pain of rejection along with the joy of being received, with associated virtues–responsibility, compassion, and community. It promotes the graces of hospitality and civility.
A colleague once impressed me forever in remarking that being homeless is the second most devastating human experience, with being parentless the most devastating.
In the traditional Nativity narrative, Mary and Joseph are essentially homeless, strangers in a strange city. Because of Mary’s condition, they are especially vulnerable and needy. But they are hardly noticed and receive the scantest compassion.
The Christmas story should pierce us all, bringing to the forefront of concern, those who are homeless, those who, by their mere circumstances and plight, cry out, “In the Name of Heaven, I beg for shelter.”
By omission, do we answer? “There is no room at the inn. Go away. There is no lodging here. Go away.”
The story of the Inn has meaning for us as the centuries and millennia turn in America.
Saddened, the children go to another house, then another, and another, making the same request and receiving the same rebuke. Finally, they reach a brightly lighted house. Here they are greeted, “Enter, Mary, Queen of Heaven! Welcome, Joseph!”
The children rush into the house, first kneeling by a small altar with a Nativity Scene but with an empty manger. After singing hymns, they enjoy a party with singing, dancing, eating, and breaking a piñata out of which small toys and candies tumble.
Each night for nine nights there is a similar procession and party. The final posada falls on Christmas Eve, when the manger finally has baby Jesus in it. As midnight approaches, all gather round the manger and sing a lullaby. Then off they to go midnight mass, while fireworks explode and bells peal.
It’s easy to speculate how Las Posadas emerged in Mexico, where ties of family and society are strong. It teaches the pain of rejection along with the joy of being received, with associated virtues–responsibility, compassion, and community. It promotes the graces of hospitality and civility.
A colleague once impressed me forever in remarking that being homeless is the second most devastating human experience, with being parentless the most devastating.
In the traditional Nativity narrative, Mary and Joseph are essentially homeless, strangers in a strange city. Because of Mary’s condition, they are especially vulnerable and needy. But they are hardly noticed and receive the scantest compassion.
The Christmas story should pierce us all, bringing to the forefront of concern, those who are homeless, those who, by their mere circumstances and plight, cry out, “In the Name of Heaven, I beg for shelter.”
By omission, do we answer? “There is no room at the inn. Go away. There is no lodging here. Go away.”
The story of the Inn has meaning for us as the centuries and millennia turn in America.
December 14, 2011
Symbols of the Season
The
candle,
The
evergreen,
The
Infant Child:
These
are the symbols of the season.
For
we affirm that
a flame
banishes the dreariest
darkness.
For
we affirm that
the Tree of Life
endures the harshest
time.
For
we affirm that
the spirit of love
is renewed with the
birth of every child.
So
it is Light and Life and Love
We
see
in the Christmas fire
and in the Christmas Tree
and in the Christmas child.
And
it is Light and Life and Love
We
celebrate. [36]
December 13, 2011
from Present Giving
Early
popular commercial presents were the so called “gift books” prepared for sale
at the Christmas season.
Professor Nissenbaum calls the book publishers and sellers of the 1820s the “shock” troops of the new consumerism. A gift book was a mixed anthology of stories, poems, essays, and sometimes illustrations. They were, arguably, the first commodity to be marketed as presents to be given away by the purchaser. They generally had a plate on the front page for inscribing the book, making it an expression of affection as well as to personalize it. Thus, an object of mass production was given the illusion of being exceedingly personal–one of the ongoing tensions of the Christmas present.
Professor Nissenbaum calls the book publishers and sellers of the 1820s the “shock” troops of the new consumerism. A gift book was a mixed anthology of stories, poems, essays, and sometimes illustrations. They were, arguably, the first commodity to be marketed as presents to be given away by the purchaser. They generally had a plate on the front page for inscribing the book, making it an expression of affection as well as to personalize it. Thus, an object of mass production was given the illusion of being exceedingly personal–one of the ongoing tensions of the Christmas present.
A
subgenre of gift book was the personal Bible–sometime distinguished and made
personal by a different colored cover. Louisa
May Alcott’s Little Women, written in1868 remembers this earlier era. Each of the four girls of Alcott’s story, on
Christmas Day under her pillow, gets the same New Testament but in a different
color: Jo “crimson red,” Meg “green, Beth “dove colored,” and Amy “blue.”
These
early presents were intended to express a feeling of being given freely without
obligation. They were also luxuries–not
given to fill a need or to be solely useful.
Horace Greeley wrote, “In short, it should not so much satisfy a want as
express a sentiment, speaking a language, which if unmeaning to the general ea,
is yet eloquent to the heart of the receiver.”
It
seems that from the very beginning Christmas presents carried a tremendous
burden, relative to a new ideology of domesticity with children at the
center. This new domesticity declared
families existed for the sake of the emotional gratification for children
rather than as entities of economic production to which children were expected
to contribute. The Christmas present was
a tangible token of the emotion of this new family.
Present
giving quickly expanded after 1820, significantly assisted by the new invention
(though popularly believed to be an old folk tradition) of Santa Claus and
surely driven by enterprising merchants who realized that luxury and excess
were marketing ploys deeply embedded in seasonal observances harkening back, at
least, to medieval times.
Harriet
Beecher Stowe wrote a Christmas story in 1850 in which she looked back at her
childhood of the 1810s and rued what had become of Christmas. A character declares, “Oh, dear! Christmas is coming in a fortnight, and I
have got to think up presents for everybody!
Dear me, it’s so tedious!
Everybody has got everything that can be thought of.” Later in the story she writes, “There are
worlds of money wasted, at this time of year, in getting things that nobody
wants, and nobody cared for after they are got.” [67-68]
Decembrer 12, 2011
Imagine this, that the gentle
madness that comes with the end of December, a Winter Solstice spell and
Christmas blessing, has persuaded you of the ironic sanity of the season. Imagine that you are so persuaded that you
say with Scrooge, “I will honor Christmas in my heart and try to keep it all
the year.”
Imagine an ironic
sanity in the polyglot midst of what is often seen as a mad, mad, mad season.
May you find the spirit of the season,
in all its manifestations,
so irresistible and compelling,
that you will honor it now
and keep it all the year round. [58]December 12, 2011
Cosmic Drama
Sunlight grows thinner.
Trees are mostly bare.
Flakes of snow float
from gray clouds.
Early mornings,
Without calling birds,
Are silent,
Except for sounding wind.
Our houses take on the odors
of warmth, the pungency
of domesticity.
In them, throughout the dark
nights,
We gather in pools of
electric brightness.
So, winter approaches.
And we, creatures of the
earth,
Protagonists in the cosmic
drama
of life/not life,
Steel our wills,
Feeling the warmth of our
bodies
against the seeping cold.
And we lift our voices,
Lamenting all form of
oblivion,
As we feel the fragility,
as well as the tenacity of being.
We lift our voices
For our own life,
For all Life,
In return
We are strengthened
by Life’s undeniable tenacity. [25]December 10, 2011
Silence of the Season
This
year
Take a
moment
to hear the Silence of the Season:
The
turning silence of the year’s
longest night;
The stubborn
silence of falling snow;
The
glowing silence of a lighted candle;
The
trusting silence of a sleeping child.
And
then, listening thoughtfully,
To the
silences within these silences,
Hear
the Silence of the Great Peace,–
the Great Peace beyond striving and
folly,–
The
Great Peace
in the deeps of our many hearts.
This
year
Take a
moment
to hear the Silence of the Great
Peace.
May
that Silence
transform us and our world. [34]
December 9, 2011
Holiday Gifts
Holiday Gifts
O,
Eternal Spirit
of Light
Illuminate
our darkened days.
O,
Eternal Spirit
of Life,
Turn
our Winter to Spring.
O, Eternal
Spirit
of Love,
Warm
our chilled hearts.
These
days are too dark,
too lifeless, too forbidding
for us.
And so,
With a
child’s delight and trust
We look
to Light, Life, and Love:
Spiritual
gifts
of the Holiday Season. [35]
December 8, 2011
from The Nativity Story
Let’s not forget the animals who, we surmise, are the only witnesses, other than Joseph, to the actual birth. Eight hundred years ago, Francis of Assisi, lover of humanity and of Nature, crafted the first crèche to bring this meaning into popular consciousness.
What is the meaning of the animals? Surely it’s more than the other witnessing signs of the event– most notably the star that guided the Wise Men and hovered over the manger at the Nativity; different than the human witness of the shepherds and the Wise Men. The animals are dumb, only in a literal sense; they are representative witnesses for Nature.
Their presence conveys a meaning that points to what we now call interconnectedness of Nature, through the web of creation. [42]
December 7, 2011
from The Holidays A to Z
To
Pennsylvanian children of the 19th Century, the giver of Christmas
gifts was not a benevolent old gentleman who dropped down a chimney to fill
waiting stockings, but a menacing creature called the Belsnickel.
Belsnickel
brought goodies for well-behaved girls and boys, but carried a whip or bundle
sticks to punish the naughty. His visit
was designed to strike terror into the hearts of the most recalcitrant, as he
rattled his sticks over the windowpanes before bursting through the door. If Belsnickle
came across a child who had not been behaving in the past year, he would warn the
child to be good or else he might give them a smart smack with his switch. [89]
December 6, 2011
Misrule
In Europe, five centuries ago, late-November through December into
early January was a season of excess, a continuation of the Roman holiday of
Saturnalia. In the midst of scarcity–a
defining motif of early modern Europe–this was a time when, relatively
speaking, there was plentiful fresh meat and an abundance of newly fermented
wine and beer. It was a time to indulge
the flesh–gluttony and debauchery–in a brief season of leisure. This was a time of “misrule,” when ritualized
practices turned the existing order upside down.
A peasant or apprentice became Lord Misrule with the mock
authority of a “real” gentleman.
Wassailers went from house to house, demanding drink and perhaps
food. If denied, they often became
derisive and destructive. And the
gentry, with token December gifts, made up for a year’s worth of injustices to
the common folk. Misrule vented social
steam and compensated for deprivations.
Old Christmas, with Misrule in its center, was carnival,
literally a festival of the flesh.
The church’s arbitrary designation of December as Advent and Christmas
did little to temper these deeply engrained, antinomian (lawless) customs. Curiously, the Church had a parallel practice
to Misrule called “Feast of Fools,” also with echoes of the Roman
Saturnalia. A boy was appointed
bishop. Lower clergy dressed as animals
and women, ridiculing their superiors and mocking sacred rites.
Lingering Misrule was the Christmas that the Puritans (our
Unitarian ancestors) of colonial New England warred against, because they
favored social (theocratic) order and sought to suppress all the excesses of
the body. In 1659 Massachusetts Bay
colony passed legislation that imposed a five shilling fine on anyone “found
observing any such day as Christmas or the like, either by forbearing of labor,
feasting, or any other way.” This law
endured through 1681 and was rescinded only under pressure from Britain.
Misrule is one of the strong roots of the Holiday mood. We see its influences in certain contemporary
practices: the ribald office party, alcoholic bonhomie, overspending on gifts,
and outrageous yard displays. [33]
December 5, 2011
December 5, 2011
In the
midst
of the Season’s often senseless
activity–mayhem designed to sate
already sated senses–
May a moment
of grace
astonish you
with its simplicity,
with its beauty, with its truth.
Perhaps
it will come
In the
peaceful face
of a sleeping child;
Or in
the crystalline note
of a sounding bell;
Or in
the dancing light
of a candle flame;
Or in
an unexpected pause
between Christmas Muzak selections
heard in a crowded department store.
But may
the moment come,
Sometime
in these hectic Holiday weeks.
May it
come
Sometime,
Bringing
the deep meaning and peace
Of the
season to you. [16]December 4, 2011
from The Santa Claus Cult
Let me give the “New
York skinny” on the central figure of gift giving–Santa Claus. My
New York reference is fitting, for it appears that the cult of Santa Claus was
“invented” in New York about the same time the tradition of the Christmas Tree
was being “invented” in Boston.
December 3. 2011
Saint Nicholas was a
bishop of the early church, circa 3rd century Common Era, in an
area of what is now Turkey. He was renowned for generosity and as a
patron of children, sailors, merchants, and female virgins. Through a
number of coincidences over the years, he became a popular saint. His feast
day was December 6. Across Europe, but especially in the Netherlands,
Saint Nicholas Eve continues to be a time for gift giving, including the custom
of hanging stockings on a mantle to be filled with toys and fruits. On
the feast day, a bishop-clad figure (in red clothes, with a long white beard,
and gold staff) rides a white horse accompanied by a minion known as “Black
Pete.”
Though New York was
originally a Dutch colony, there’s no record that St. Nicholas day had any
cachet, through the 18th century.
Professor Nissenbaum
contends that there are clear origins for the emergence of Santa Claus.
There was Washington Irving, the author, who in his collection of popular
(though ahistorical) stories published on St. Nicholas day 1809, Knickerbocker’s
History of New York, mentioned Santa Claus 25 times. There was a New
York patrician, John Pintard, who affected with his upper crust-cronies the
designation of Knickerbocker, though they were mostly of British
heritage, politically conservative, and high church Episcopalians.
Pintard wanted to counter the mob-ocracy of Misrule and supplant it with other
Holiday observances: first Saint Nicholas’s day, then New Year’s Day, then
Christmas Day itself. These observances became increasingly domestic and
a time for gift giving.
In 1810, at his own
expense, Pintard commissioned and distributed a broadside of St. Nicholas–note the old tradition of the Bishop here.
And finally, another
patrician Episcopalian, Clement Moore, in 1822 penned an immediately popular poem
with which we are all familiar: “A Visit from St. Nicolas.”
A close reading of this
poem is revealing. There is a remarkable parallel construction with a
very popular religious poem of the 17th century New England called “The Day of
Doom.” The night before the end of the world became the night before
Christmas. And most interestingly, the Santa Claus of Moore’s portrait is
most certainly a plebian, looking like a peddler and smoking a stump of a pipe,
a sure signature of working class status. (The patricians smoked long
clay pipes.)
Now, before the Cult of
Santa Claus emerged in the early 19th century, generosity was a
matter of providing food and drink for the revelers–who
were known as Wassailers, who went door-to-door asking, some say demanding,
the generosity of good food and good drink. If not sated, they might do
harm to body or property. Professor Nissenbaum argues, such public
generosity, in the early 19th century, was transferred to
domestic giving–of gifts to children and other family
members. And at the same time, those gifts became commercial rather than
home-fashioned. Fancy wrapping papers offered the illusion of being home-fashioned.
Professor Nissenbaum
writes, “For the upper class New Yorkers who collectively “invented”
Christmas, Moore’s quiet little achievement was especially resonant. “It
offered a Christmas scenario that took a familiar ritual (the exchange of
generosity for goodwill) and transfigured it with a symbolic promise to release
them from both the fear of harm and the pressure of guilt.”
As the 19th century
progressed, and the middle-classes as well as the lower classes embraced the
Santa Claus cult, Santa changed from an elf with miniature sleigh and tiny
reindeer, to a full-sized, avuncular figure. Thomas Nast, the cartoonist,
was the portraitist of this fellow, as illustrated by Nast’s first rendition in
1863 to the full-blown Santa of 1881.
from “The Holidays A to Z”
N Is for Nutcracker
Here’s the often confusing, or is it confused,
storyline of the seasonally popular ballet, The Nutcacker: Herr
Drosselmeyer, an eccentric old man with special powers, attends a Christmas
party given by the Stahlbaum family. He brings a Nutcracker toy as a
present for the daughter Clara, and during a dream sequence in which the toys
and the Christmas Tree grow to giant proportions, she becomes caught up in a
battle between the Nutcracker and an evil Mouse King. She kills the King,
the Nutcracker turns into a prince, and, as a reward, Clara travels off with
him to the Kingdom of the Sweets.
Why is this popular at Christmastime?
Obviously, it’s set at Christmastime. And one commentator has
written: “However harassed and dysfunctional real-life Christmases may
be, in this ballet the streets are covered with snow, the decorations are
exquisitely hung, everyone gets the perfect gift-wrapped present and (apart
from a little scenic rioting among the kids) there are no teenagers retreating
to their bedrooms to sulk.” [93]
December 2, 2011
from Tree of Life
The Christmas Tree, wound
with garlands, illuminated with colorful lights, draped with tinsel, and
festooned with a variety of ornaments, is a wonderful expression of the Tree of
Life.
And when completed, it is
transfigured.
It’s fun to reminisce over
the styles and trends of Christmas Trees and decorations we’ve known throughout
our years:
–paper
ornaments of childhood made of construction paper, globs of glue, and glitter,
with strings of cranberries, popcorn, and paper chains that could go on forever
if there were enough time.
–“old-fashioned” thin glass balls that came in pasteboard
boxes; the kind with spring clips and hooks that would slip and the balls would
hit the floor with a distinctive pop, to lie in shards like shattered dreams. These balls now fetch a good price in antique
stores.
–wonderful bubbling lights of the ‘50’s which were to
tree lights what tail fins were to cars; after they warmed up, the liquid in
the thin glass tubes protruding above little lamps bubbled madly.
–monochromatic artsy trees of the ‘50’s – all blue or red
or silver; and the monothematic trees of the intellectual types of the ‘50’s
and ‘60’s – all one theme, like red cardinals or characters from the writings
of Charles Dickens.
–tinsel, the wonderful, heavy lead tinsel that went out
of fashion in the ‘70’s. I learned to decorate
a tree at a distance by throwing strands of the heavy stuff at the branches.
But best was wadding it up into a humungous ball when the tree was taken down. I wonder, has Mylar tinsel really caught on?
–aluminum trees of the early ‘60’s that changed color–red,
gold, blue–to a flood lamp behind a revolving plastic disc.
–blue themed Hanukkah trees from the 1950s and 1960s.
–flocked trees, sprayed with a fluffy white chemical that
imitated snow, that came in and out of fashion in the 60s and 70s.
–artificial trees, perfect in color and shape, that over several decades have grown more
lifelike, offering serious competition to the traditional once-alive trees
purchased from a tree lot.
December 1, 2011
from A Natural History of Christmas
The symbolism of evergreens is apparent, even in our contemporary observances, however removed and remote they may be from their sources. In ancient as in modern times, they represented that which endures the darkest and coldest time of the year, when all else is sear, dormant, or dead. In pagan days, evergreens of all sorts–—mistletoe, holly, yew, bay, laurel, rosemary, ivy, plus firs of all varieties–—were cut at the time of the Winter Solstice and brought indoors to help the sun rise again. Northern Europeans brought branches in to their homes as a refuge for the woods spirits during the worst weather of the year. Romans, at the January Kalends, gave each other green branches of holly; they nailed laurel to their doorposts.
The Druids held mistletoe in especially high regard. The called it the Golden Bough and believed it contained the life of their sacred oak tree through the winter. At the Winter Solstice, a white robed priest would cut it down with a golden sickle, sacrifice two white bulls, place some mistletoe on the altar, and give the remainder to the celebrants that they might hang it above their doors. Kissing under the mistletoe today, from a British custom, combines the Scandinavian custom of declaring a truce when under it with the belief that it conveyed fertility and vitality.
An evergreen plant that bore berries–—holly, ivy, and mistletoe–—was a seasonal symbol of fertility. Bound into wreaths as symbols of renewal, peace, and friendship, their round shape kept evil witches and spirits at bay. Ivy, the sacred plant of Bacchus, was valued as a protection against drunkenness. Yew protected against witches. Bay leaves came from a Roman award to poets and conquerors.
Of course, the Christmas Tree has its story. St. Boniface, completing the Christianization of Germany in the eight century, cut down the sacred oak of Odin; behind it was a small fir tree Boniface dedicated to the Christ Child. The custom of a decorating a fir tree can be accurately traced back only to the 1600s in Alsace. In its modern form, the Christmas Tree relates to the universal archetype of the Tree of Life from which springs all goodness and bounty. The hanging of fruit and other foods, facsimile animals, symbolic treasures of all sorts may well be the most authentic and spontaneous celebration of the season today. [p. 29]
November 30, 2011
Keep the “X” in
Xmas
I recall that I was playing off a then current campaign by certain Christian groups not to use this common shorthand of Xmas. They contended that this was just one more ploy–a conspiracy really–by a Godless and hostile culture to secularize the Christian spirit of Christmas.
If you Google the four letter word Xmas, you can navigate to the Wikipedia notation (it’s first in the list) that says, in part: “Some people believe that the term is part of an effort to 'take Christ out of Christmas' or to literally 'cross out Christ';[citation needed] it is also seen as evidence of the secularization of Christmas or a vehicle for pushing political correctness, or as a symptom of the commercialization of the holiday (as the abbreviation has long been used by retailers).”
There are time-honored justifications to use X to represent Christ, but I took the clever tack a quarter a century ago, that X stood for an x-factor: the mystery and wonder of the traditional Nativity tale.
If you Google the four letter word Xmas, you can navigate to the Wikipedia notation (it’s first in the list) that says, in part: “Some people believe that the term is part of an effort to 'take Christ out of Christmas' or to literally 'cross out Christ';[citation needed] it is also seen as evidence of the secularization of Christmas or a vehicle for pushing political correctness, or as a symptom of the commercialization of the holiday (as the abbreviation has long been used by retailers).”
There are time-honored justifications to use X to represent Christ, but I took the clever tack a quarter a century ago, that X stood for an x-factor: the mystery and wonder of the traditional Nativity tale.
I also strained to explain a deeper quality in X, something that is truly timeless at the Winter Solstice, as enacted by the ancients who built bonfires on hilltops and rolled flaming wheels down those hilltops to coax the waning sun to once again wax toward the spring equinox.
For me the X-factor is real and still beyond my ability to describe fully: it’s what converges within and beneath and beyond at this time of year, something that motivates our spirits to break out in Mid-Winter festivals.
Then and now, I liberally call myself a pagan drawn to the natural, cycling rhythms of our earth-home. [p. 45]
November 29, 2011
November 29, 2011