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    And speaking of plagiarism: Clement Moore did not write "Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas" (Twas the night before Chistmas). The real author is Major Henry Livingston Jr. (1748-1828). Here is the original version as it first appeared (note the reindeer's names):


    'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' 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 danc'd in their heads,
    And Mama 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 rein-deer,
    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 call'd them by name:
    "Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen,
    "On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and Blixem;
    "To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
    "Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
    As dry leaves 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 dress'd all in fur, from his head to his foot,
    And his clothes were all tarnish'd with ashes and soot;
    A bundle of toys was flung on his back,
    And he look'd 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 laugh'd, like a bowl full of jelly:
    He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
    And I laugh'd 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 fill'd all the stockings; then turn'd with a jerk,
    And laying his finger aside of his nose
    And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
    He sprung 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.


    Read more here:

    http://www.library.utoronto.ca/utel/...ivingston.html

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    Greetings to our "Big Big Historian"

    I *still* think of you as our "BigBigDeBunker"

    Merry Christmas
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    For Our Dearest Fugie :

    as offered by the "Very Veggie Christmas" album...

    The 8 Polish Foods of Christmas

    The first Polish Christmas Dish I bring to the party
    a boiled potato topped with dill weed...

    The second Polish Christmas Dish I bring to the party
    two steamed pierogies,
    and a boiled potato topped with dill weed...

    Whats' a pierogie ?

    It's .. a dough, wrapped around ... seasoned meat...

    oh..


    The third Polish Christmas Dish I bring to the party
    three simmered gwumpkies,
    two steamed pierogies,
    and a boiled potato topped with dill weed...

    Whats' a gwumpkie ?

    It's a ... cabbage, ... wrapped around ... meat...

    oh..


    The fourth Polish Christmas Dish I bring to the party
    four baked paprikas,
    three simmered gwumpkies,
    two steamed pierogies,
    and a boiled potato topped with dill weed...

    Now, what's a paprika ?

    It's a bell pepper, ... stuffed with ... meat...

    I see ...


    The fifth Polish Christmas Dish I bring to the party
    five smoked Kielbasas !
    Four baked paprikas,
    three simmered gwumpkies,
    two steamed pierogies,
    and a boiled potato topped with dill weed...

    So, what's kielbasas ?

    It's pretty much... meat...

    Ahhh ...


    The sixth Polish Christmas Dish I bring to the party
    six fried hooscheekies ...
    five smoked Kielbasas !
    Four baked paprikas,
    three simmered gwumpkies,
    two steamed pierogies,
    and a boiled potato topped with dill weed...

    Let me guess ... something in the meat family ?

    Actually, it's a delightful pastry with a thin, light, flaky crust.

    OOhhhhhh ...


    The seventh Polish Christmas Dish I bring to the party
    Seven pitted prunes
    six fried hooscheekies ...
    five smoked Kielbasas !
    Four baked paprikas,
    three simmered gwumpkies,
    two steamed pierogies,
    and a boiled potato topped with dill weed...

    I don't *like* prunes ...

    With all this food, you're gonna need them.

    Ohhhhhh ... is that right ?


    The eighth Polish Christmas Dish I bring to the party
    Eight poppy seed cakes,
    Seven pitted prunes,
    Six fried hooscheekies ...
    Five smoked Kielbasas !
    Four baked paprikas,
    Three simmered gwumpkies,
    Two steamed pierogies,
    and
    a boiled potato topped with diiiill weeeeeed...

    There's no place like home; there's no place like home ...
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    A POLICE OFFICER'S CHRISTMAS

    'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the streets,
    not a person was stirring, 'cept an officer on the beat.
    As he quietly patrolled the town with great care,
    ...children and parents slept peacefully there.

    The officer was clad in his blues and his vest,
    gun on his hip, always looking his best.
    He'd just pulled aside for a quick bite to eat,
    When all of a sudden, out on the street,

    A bright light appeared from out of nowhere,
    He shielded his eyes from the brilliant glare.
    'Twas an angel of the Lord at the squad's rear,
    He smiled and spoke, "Dear Officer, don't fear."

    "I've been sent by God with a message for you
    who faithfully serve while wearing the blue.
    He wants you to know He loves you all,
    He's pleased with the way you've answered His call.

    "To protect and serve others, so selfless you've been,
    Your bravery and kindness have known no end.
    Even in tragedy, when nights became long,
    You've helped countless strangers by being strong.

    "God sees your heart, the joy and the pain,
    He knows the profession can often bring strain.
    So he sent me here to let you know,
    That as you patrol, He goes where you go.

    "As you protect others, your Father protects you,
    His angels go with you, His Spirit does, too.
    No bullet too fast, no bad guy too strong,
    I'm sent to make sure that your life will be long.

    "So fear not the night, and fear not the day,
    fear not the threats that might come your way.
    I'm sent to accompany you on your beat,
    There's not one moment you're alone on the street."

    The officer sat stunned by the love of His God,
    He bowed his head, with a tear gave a nod.
    As the officer said thank you, the angel took flight,
    "God's got your back, carry on, and goodnight."

    --Author unknown
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    The song, "The Twelve Days of Christmas" is an English Christmas carol. From 1558 until 1829, Roman Catholics in England were not permitted to practice their faith openly. Someone during that era wrote this carol as a catechism song for young Catholics. It has two levels of meaning: the surface meaning plus a hidden meaning known only to members of the Church. Each element in the carol has a code word for a religious reality which the children could remember. To fit the number scheme, when you reach number 9, representing the Fruits of the Holy Ghost, the originator combined 6 to make 3, taking the 6 fruits that were similar: the fruit in each parenthesis is the that was not named separately. There are actually Twelve Fruits of the Holy Ghost.

    The "True Love" one hears in the song is not a smitten boy or girlfriend but Jesus Christ, because truly Love was born on Christmas Day. The partridge in the pear tree also represents Him because that bird is willing to sacrifice its life if necessary to protect its young by feigning injury to draw away predators.

    According to Ann Ball in her book, HANDBOOK OF CATHOLIC SACRAMENTALS:

    The two turtle doves were the Old and New Testaments

    The three French hens stood for faith, hope, and love.

    The four calling birds were the four gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John.

    The five golden rings represented the first five books of the Old Testament, which describe man's fall into sin and the great love of God in sending a Savior.

    The six geese a-laying stood for the six days of creation.

    Seven swans a-swimming represented the sevenfold gifts of the Holy Spirit : Prophesy, Serving, Teaching, Exhortation, Contribution, Leadership, and Mercy.

    The eight maids a-milking were the eight beatitudes.

    Nine ladies dancing were the nine fruits of the Holy Spirit-----Charity, Joy, Peace, Patience [Forbearance], Goodness [Kindness], Mildness, Fidelity, Modesty, Continency [Chastity].

    The ten lords a-leaping were the Ten Commandments.

    The eleven pipers piping stood for the eleven faithful Apostles.

    The twelve drummers drumming symbolized the twelve points of belief in The Apostles' Creed.

    Original Source: Fr. Calvin Goodwin, FSSP, Nebraska

    Printed with permission from Catholic Tradition.
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    A Firefly Christmas

    ‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the boat
    Not a person was stirring, not even a 'coat
    The stockings were hung by the engine with care
    In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there

    The Tams were tucked up asleep in their beds
    While visions of hodgeberries danced in their heads
    And Mal in his bonnet and Jayne in his hat
    Had just settled down for a long winter's nap

    When up on the bridge there arose such a clatter
    That Wash leaped from his bed to see what was the matter
    He ran to his chair and flicked all three switches
    Checked out the cortex and did up his britches.

    The stars were obscured but the engine did glow
    And lit up the scene both above and below
    There, what to his wondering eyes should appear
    But a fleet of guild shuttles, all drifting quite near.

    With eyes wide in wonder and grabbing the stick,
    Wash called up the cap’n and Zoe real quick,
    Serenity slowed and crew to the bridge came,
    Jayne whistled, Kaylee grinned, ‘Nara called them by name!

    Ooo! Rachel, and Tina, and Cory and Stephen!
    There’s Rowan and Tara, Joe, Amy and Karen!
    To the airlocks! To the cargo bay! Open the door!
    Now wake up the preacher! We need victuals and more!

    With the grace of companions the shuttles drew nigh,
    And the crew with great care brought the travelers inside,
    So up to the dinning-room the revelers all went,
    With strawberries and rosemary the guild-house had sent.

    And then, in a twinkling, they heard down the hall,
    A prancing and dancing of someone not tall,
    As they came to the table and gathered around,
    In danced River, hair flying, with a skip and a bound.

    Simon came next, shirtless and barefoot,
    And his hair was all tousled, though not bad as Book’s,
    The preacher had whipped up a veritable feast,
    Mystery soup, protein cake and something from yeast.

    Their eyes – how they twinkled! Their tummies did rumble!
    They fell to their feasting while Book prayed in a mumble.
    Jokes flew, stories shared, eyes beckoned, hands wandered,
    Where would this all end, in whose bed!? Kaylee pondered.

    Zoe reclined, wrapped in Wash’s strong arm,
    The warrior woman in a place safe from harm.
    Mal quizzed Tina on bibles and broke out the best booze,
    He drank to his memories, then accidentally snoozed

    Jayne poured out the Blue Sun and passed to the left,
    Leaving Mal, on his right, feeling somewhat bereft,
    Simon swigged from the bottle and fell to the ground,
    River stood on the railing, while Kaylee spun round,

    In a dress all of ruffles, she knelt by Simon’s side,
    And whispered suggestions of where they could hide.
    The guild members smiled secrets, and elegant pleasures,
    The crew chose companions after taking their measure.

    Inara stood up with a glass in her hand,
    And called upon all of the company to stand.
    “A toast!” She proclaimed, “To the Browncoat’s great might,
    Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night!”
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    Tis the season for singing Christmas favorites by the fire, karaoking in your car on the way to holiday shop or caroling through your neighborhood. Here's a look at the history behind some of the songs that help define Christmas.

    Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

    Originally written for the Judy Garland musical Meet Me in St. Louis, the song was originally much darker than the tune we sing today.

    The song was designed to be a somber moment shared between Garland and her on-screen little sister, Margaret O’Brien, both sad because they are going to have to leave their home of St. Louis and move to New York.

    Garland was charged with singing lyrics like “Have yourself a merry little Christmas, it may be your last, next year we may all be living in the past. Have yourself a merry little Christmas, pop that champagne cork, Next year we may all be living in New York.”

    Garland protested, insisting she would “Look like a monster” for singing such morbid lyrics to a child.

    At her insistence, the song got a rewrite and has since become one of the most popular songs of the Christmas season.

    Santa Claus is Coming to Town

    In the early 1930s, James “Haven” Gillespie was a newspaper reporter with a penchant for songwriting. As it turns out, around that time, a performer named Eddie Cantor was looking for a Christmas song, according to Stories Behind the Greatest Hits of Christmas.

    Cantor called a publisher, who said he had something for him. Scrambling to cover up a lie, the publisher contacted Gillespie, hoping he would write something quickly.

    At the time, Gillespie was not in a mood to pen cheerful holiday lyrics. His brother had just died and Gillespie was consumed with grief. The publisher begged, and Gillespie, needing to make ends meet, channeled his childhood memories into the song Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town. The book writes “he envisioned his late brother’s reaction as his mother pointed her finger at him and said ‘You better watch out, you better be good, because Santa Claus is soon coming to town.’”

    The song was later introduced to the country at the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.


    Christmas Time is Here

    Sung by everyone from Tony Bennett to Toni Braxton, Christmas Time is Here is a jazz masterpiece made most famous by a ragtag baseball player, a bossy beauty queen, a blanket-toting philosopher and their friends – better known as Charlie Brown, Lucy, Linus and the rest of the Peanuts.

    Written as an instrumental by Vince Guaraldi for A Charlie Brown Christmas, producer Lee Mendelson felt the piece needed lyrics. Unable to find lyric writers, he scribbled down some in less than 10 minutes and a classic was born.

    “Little did we know for 40 years, it would become a standard at Christmas time,” Mendelson told NPR in a 2012 interview.

    The piece not only introduced jazz to a generation, but a Charlie Brown Christmas and the soundtrack behind it have become a symbol of the holidays and a tradition not to be missed at Christmas.

    What Child is This?

    William Chatterton Dix was an insurance salesman in Glasgow, Scotland, in the 1800s when he became deathly ill. The illness turned into a season of personal and spiritual reflection for Dix.

    According to Stories of the Great Christmas Carols, he began studying the Bible during this time and wrote a poem called The Manger Throne".

    Three verses from that poem were later set to the tune of Greensleeves and What Child is This? was born.

    Jingle Bells

    Beloved by kids and adults alike, Jingle Bells is one song you likely won’t make it through the holiday without hearing or singing.

    Written by James Pierpont in the 1850s, two cities claim ownership of one of Christmas’ most popular songs.

    A plaque in Medford, MA, says the song “tells of the sleigh races held on Salem Street in the early 1800s,” where Pierpont lived.

    “On this site stood the Simpson Tavern where in 1850 James Pierpont wrote the song ‘Jingle Bells’ in the presence of Mrs. Otis Waterman, who later verified the song was written here,” the plaque reads.

    But Pierpont eventually moved south, complicating the song’s history and legacy.

    Visit Savannah, the website of the city’s Chamber of Commerce, claims “Many local historians believe that Pierpont penned Jingle Bells while in Savannah experiencing his first snow less winter as an ode to his Massachusetts snowy upbringing.”

    “Savannahians still proclaim Savannah the home of Jingle Bells because the song was copyrighted while Pierpont live[d] in Georgia’s first city.”

    While its origins aren’t entirely clear, many seem to think it wasn’t originally meant to be a Christmas song at all, but a Thanksgiving song. While winter imagery like snow is referenced, Christmas is never specifically mentioned in the lyrics.

    http://www.wafb.com/story/30803665/t...hristmas-songs
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