Saturday, December 20, 2008

December 21

Stained Glass Window by Herbert William Bryans
at St Andrew's Church, Holt, Norfolk.

The Holy Boy
music by John Ireland, poem by Herbert S. Brown
performed by pianist Eric Parkin
and also by Chorus Angelicus and Gaudeamus

Lowly, laid in a manger,
With oxen brooding nigh,
The Heav’nly Babe is lying
His Maiden Mother by.

Lo! the wayfaring sages,
Who journey’d far through the wild,
Now worship, silent, adoring,
The Boy, The Heav’nly Child –
The Heav’nly Child!

Leave your work and your play-time,
And kneel in homage and prayer.
The Prince of Love is smiling
Asleep in His cradle there!

Bend your heart to the wonder,
The Birth, the Mystery mild,
And worship, silent, adoring,
The Boy, The Heav’nly Child –
The Heav’nly Child!

Dim the light of the lantern,
And bare the mean abode,
Yet gold and myrrh and incense,
Proclaim the Son of God.

Lowly, laid in a manger,
By Virgin undefiled,
Come worship, silent, adoring,
The boy, The Heav’nly Child –
The Heav’nly Child!

A life lesson at Christmastime...


Friday, December 19, 2008

December 20

"The Nativity of Christ" , by Vladimir Borovikovsky, late 18th to early 19th century

In The Bleak Midwinter
a poem by Christina Rossetti
set to music by Gustav Holst, and performed by the St Olaf Choir
also arranged by Harold Edwin Darke, and performed by
The Choir of King's College, Cambridge


In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen,
Snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter,
Long ago.

Our God, heaven cannot hold him,
Nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away
When he comes to reign;
In the bleak midwinter
A stable place sufficed
The Lord God incarnate,
Jesus Christ.

Enough for him, whom Cherubim
Worship night and day
A breast full of milk
And a manger full of hay.
Enough for him, whom angels
Fall down before,
The ox and ass and camel
which adore.

Angels and archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air;
But his mother only,
In her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the Beloved
With a kiss.

What can I give him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb,
If I were a wise man
I would do my part,
Yet what I can I give Him —
Give my heart.

"In the Bleak Midwinter" began as a poem by Christina Rossetti, written before 1872, in response to a request by the magazine "Subscriber's Monthly" for a Christmas submission. It was published posthumously in Rossetti's Poetic Works in 1904, and became a carol after it was set to music by Gustav Holst. It first appeared in The English Hymnal in 1906.

Another setting, written by Harold Edwin Darke, was performed in the early 20th century. The Darke version, with its beautiful and delicate organ accompaniment, gained popularity after the choir of King's College, Cambridge included it on its world-renowned radio broadcasts of The Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols. Mr. Darke was the conductor of the choir during World War II.

I have posted these two different settings of "In the Bleak Midwinter" here today. The King's College version is my favourite (though I admit to being rawther biased). I feel that Mr. Darke's descending melody line gives the carol an air of vulnerability, somehow... It makes the words feel more like a story, which suits the "child-like" last verse, especially. The second version, which is the Gustav Holst tune, is sung a capella by the St. Olaf Choir. It fascinates me, even though I prefer Mr. Darke's musical arrangement. I love the way the music of each stanza is set so differently: the choir varies the tempo and the volume of the piece with each successive verse, thus constantly changing the emotional element of the song. Most interestingly, though, they occasionally change KEYS at the beginning of some verses, which helps to emphasize the words and subject matter of the original poem. All of this, combined with wonderfully complex harmonies, makes for quite a remarkable performance.

Here Amid the Winter Snow...

What a day.

We're one storm into Blizz-a-palooza,
up here in the Great White North...

The family that shovels together stays together...
(child labour laws bedamned!)

Because let's face it:

If we don't shovel together,
we'll be stuck in here together. Forever.

Dear Santa:
Please bring me a shiny, red snowblower.
Hurry.

xoxo CGF

Thursday, December 18, 2008

December 19


Santa Claus is Comin' to Town
performed by (Sweet Baby) James Taylor

Francis P. Church, The New York Sun's religious-affairs reporter, took on the task of answering a seemingly simple question, posed to him in a letter from an inquisitive little girl, and his eloquent response has provided an answer for children-- and adults-- for over a century.

************

Dear Editor:

I am 8 years old.

Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.

Papa says, "If you see it in The Sun it's so." Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?

- Virginia O'Hanlon

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Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except what they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole truth and knowledge.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

No Santa Claus! You might not as well believe in fairies! You might get your Papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, because that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see.

No Santa Claus! Thank God, he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

-- The New York Sun, September 21, 1897

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ps. I finished the Christmas shopping today. Virtual high-five!!

Dear Santa...

She mailed her letter today...
all by her wee self.

Shortbread

Preheat your oven to 375 degrees, and then combine:

2 c all purpose flour
3/4 c corn starch
1 c icing sugar
1 c softened butter

Mix all the ingredients together well, until it is a "dough-like" consistency... I am always amazed at the incredible silkiness of this dough-- it is so beautifully smooth, as a result of the cornstarch!

Roll the dough out on a cool, lightly-floured surface, to a 1/2 inch thickness. Cut out small circles, or long "finger" shapes. Place on a cookie sheet lined with parchment paper, about two inches apart.

Bake in the middle of the oven for about 10 or 15 minutes... just until the cookies are slightly golden around the edges.

Remove from the oven, and while the cookies are still hot on the baking sheet, sprinkle the tops with granulated sugar. Allow to cool for 10 minutes or so, before transferring them to a wire rack to cool completely.

Best enjoyed with a cup of tea, and a wee girlie munching away
and drinking hot chocolate alongside you.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

December 18

The Nativity by Federico Barocci (c. 1535-1612)

The Nativity Carol
by John Rutter
and performed by The Cambridge Singers

Little Girls...


It's happening again.

Today, my Wee Three came home from junior kindergarten, fell into my arms, and began to sob.

Not the kind of weeping indulged in by an overstimulated, overtired child. This was the kind of crying that emits straight from a little person's heart, when that heart has been trodden on and squelched.

"I... had... a BAAAAD DAAAAY!!!" she hic-coughed, when she could catch enough breath to form words.

I immediately scooped her up in my arms, and carried her over to the couch, where we snuggled down together under an afghan, so that she could tell me all about it.

Wee Three is one of the littlest people in her class... and truth be told, I had serious, serious trepidations about putting her in public school this year. Although she was "of age" by September, I wasn't entirely convinced that she was emotionally ready to deal with a large, boisterous classroom with less adult-to-child supervision, after her two blissful years at a wonderful nursery school. I was deeply concerned that junior kindergarten would be too dramatic a change for her, and that she would be put-off of "big school" from the get-go.

My feelings changed, however, when she was awarded a placement in the same class as her best little friend in the whole-wide-world... the daughter of one of my own most cherished friends. As mothers, we agreed that our girls having one another for support would be a boon for them both-- they are emotionally bonded enough to be like sisters to one another, and yet, in larger social situations, the two of them easily form new friendships, and include other children in their play.

We have had a few days this school year when one or the other of them has been ill, and had to remain at home. The "at-school" child has fared pretty well alone, and so I didn't have any major qualms about my Wee One this week... For this is the week that her special friend has taken an extended Christmas vacation, and flown off to her Grandma and Grandpa's house for the holidays.

Monday went pretty well. Yesterday, too.

But today, not so much.

Today, my daughter had her first real experience with bullying. And for the first time, there was no-one there who "had her back", so to speak.

One little ringleader apparently formed a "club" at playtime, and included every female member of the class. Invited them to join, even. But when MY little one asked to play, too, she was refused. Not only that, the other children in the "club" were instructed by the ringleader that they were not to play with Wee Three.

These children are THREE, FOUR and FIVE YEARS OLD.

It's starting even younger than it did with Child Number One, who was in second grade before any of this organized nastiness first reared its ugly head...

And I have learned a lot since then.

I have learned that parents MUST be pro-active when it comes to bullying. We must not stand idly by, and hope it will "blow over". We must not accept teachers' misguided reassurances that little girls are by nature "changeable" creatures, and that "tomorrow, everyone will be friends again".

Tomorrow, I am going to approach the ringleader's mother in the school playground. And I will relay my daughter's experience. If necessary, I will include the teacher and the children in a discussion. Because I'm going to nip this in the bud-- NOW-- in a firm, calm, respectful manner.

And I'm going to show my little girl that it is okay to speak up when she is deliberately and maliciously excluded from a group. Okay to value herself enough to be assertive.

It is more than okay.

It is essential.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

December 17

"O Christmas Tree"
played by Canada's very own
Oscar Peterson

bless his heart for making me love this tune again...

"...I have to do quite a bit of trimming
for it's Christmas Eve tonight
trim trinkles and drinkles and sklinkles of glass
Trim everything in sight

We hang everything on our Christmas tree
Ornaments big and bright
and all of these sparkling icicles
and twirling balls of white

I always hang a star on top
with angels in between
Here's how many lights we have--
Thirty-seven and sixteen...

Then I must lie down and smell the pine
and gaze at the Christmas star
Perchance to feel in these piney pine needles
just where
my presents are..."

--excerpt from "Eloise at Christmastime", by Kay Thompson
illustrated by the ingenious Hilary Knight

Monday, December 15, 2008

December 16


Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
sung by the immortal Judy Garland
from the film, "Meet Me In St. Louis"

I have just put one of my dearest friends on a flight home for the Christmas holidays today... and I'm missing her, and her three wonderful children, keenly tonight. However, I know in my heart that they'll all be overwhelmingly loved and cherished by The Grandparents-- just as they deserve to be.

Merry Christmas, sweetie. Relax. Enjoy.

Hurry home.

xoxoxoxo

Sunday, December 14, 2008

December 15

Adoration of the Shepherds (1535-40), by Agnolo Bronzino

Jesus Child
by John Rutter, and performed by
The Cambridge Singers

Saturday, December 13, 2008

December 14

Madonna and Child c. 1340-45, by Pinacoteca di Brera, Milan

A Hymn to the Virgin
Anonymous, c. 1300, with music by Benjamin Britten
performed by Polyphony

Of on that is so fayr and bright
Velut maris stella,
Brighter than the day is light,
Parens et puella:
Ic crie to the, thou see to me,
Levedy, preye thi Sone for me,
Tam pia,
That ic mote come to thee
Maria.

Al this world was for-lore
Eva peccatrice,
Tyl our Lord was y-bore
De te genetrice.
With ave it went away
Thuster nyth and comz the day
Salutis;
The welle springeth ut of the,
Virtutis.

Levedy, flour of alle thing,
Rose sine spina,
Thu bere Jhesu, hevene king,
Gratia divina:
Of alle thu ber'st the pris,
Levedy, quene of paradys
Electa:
Mayde milde, moder es
Effecta.

Recently, I have been very fortunate to have been contacted by a lovely lady who has been reading my blog, and listening to the Christmas carols. We have been corresponding for the past several days, and I have been so delighted by her writing, her warmth and good counsel.

Yesterday, she wrote something that struck a deep chord in me... We had been discussing motherhood, and the challenges we both face. She said that she had suddenly realized that as women,"WE create Christmas. Even in tough times. It's up to us."

She is so right. It is up to us. That is how Christmas began, after all. With a new mother, just doing the very best she could, in the circumstances she found herself under. Trying to be a good woman, against all odds. Just like all of us.

Hence, the choice of carol today, the "Hymn to the Virgin". A beautiful, thirteenth-century verse, dedicated to an extraordinary woman, devoted wife and loving mother, who did the very best she could, for her child, and for her family, on that first Christmas Night.

I'm officially obsessed.

Guess what I found this morning, while researching tomorrow's entry for the Musical Advent Calendar?

This fourteenth-century painting, by Betram von Minden.

WHY does this work excite me so much?

Apparently, it is the oldest picture in Western history depicting the use of double-pointed knitting needles.

The Noro yarn?

Is seriously affecting my brain...

Friday, December 12, 2008

December 13

"Madonna della Paglia": Madonna of the Straw
Sir Anthony Van Dyck (Flemish, 1599-1641)

Dormi, Jesu!
(The Virgin's Cradle-Hymn)
Words by S. T. Coleridge, arranged by John Rutter
sung by the Choir of King's College, Cambridge

Dormi, Jesu! Mater ridet
Quae tam dulcem somnum videt,
Dormi, Jesu! blandule!

Si non dormis, Mater plorat,
Inter fila cantans orat,
Blande, veni, somnule.

Sleep, sweet babe! my cares beguiling:
Mother sits beside thee smiling;
Sleep, my darling, tenderly!

If thou sleep not, mother mourneth,
Singing as her wheel she turneth:
Come, soft slumber, balmily!

The lyrics of Dormi Jesu were taken from an original Latin verse found under an engraving by Hieronymus Wierix, titled "The Virgin Sewing While Angels Rock Her Son to Sleep". English poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge wrote a poetic version of the Latin verse, which he then published in Sibylline Leaves under the title The Virgin's Cradle-Hymn, in 1817.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

December 12

Gerard (Gerrit) van Honthorst (1590–1656), "Adoration of the Children" (1620)

"Silent Night"
performed by the Elora Festival Singers
of Elora, Ontario, Canada

The Story of Silent Night, "The Song from Heaven"
as told by Lisa Granfield

Father Josef Mohr was born in 1792. He sang sacred music as a boy, became a priest, and was appointed to the Church of St. Nicola in Oberndorf, Austria.

Franz Xaver Bruger, born in 1787, studied to become a teacher and, in 1807, became the schoolmaster and organist in Arnsdorf, a village near Oberndorf. Father Mohr and Gruber became friends when the teacher traveled to play the organ at St. Nicola.

On the day before Christmas, 1818, the church organ was broken. Perhaps the constant damp from the nearby Salzach River had rusted parts of the instrument.

A more entertaining explanation involves hungry mice. Driven inside by the fierce wither cold, the tiny animals found the organ's leather bellows very tasty. Consequently, the mice chewed a hole that crippled the instrument.

Since unaccompanied singing was unpopular in those days, Father Mohr asked Gruber to compose music for the verses he'd written for that day. Within a few hours, Gruber matched notes to the words of the new song for voice and guitar that eventually became known as "Silent Night".

After the holiday, Karl Mauracher was called to repair the organ. It is believed that he took the new song home with him and shared it with musicians and singers he met. "Stille Nacht", however, became a forgotten title. The song was called "The Song From Heaven" and was said to be of "unknown origin".

During the mid-1800's, groups of strolling, family singers performed in the streets and often gave concerts. The talented Strasser family were such a group of entertainers. The four Strasser children performed "The Song From Heaven" whenever their glove-maker parents traveled to fairs to sell their goods. By 1832, the Strassers had taken the song to Leipzig and introduced it to German audiences.

In 1839, another singing family, the Rainers, took the song to the United States and performed it for delighted audiences. "The Song From Heaven" was soon included in prayer books and hymnals.

As the song's popularity grew, Father Mohr and Gruber were all but forgotten. Some people believed that "The Song From Heaven" had been written by Mozart, Beethoven, or Franz Joseph Haydn's brother, Johann Michael. Others thought it was a Tyrolean folk song.

In 1854, musical authorities in Berlin sent to Salzburg and asked if the Haydn manuscript was in St. Peter's Church. As it happened, Felix Gruber, Franz's youngest son, was a choirboy at the church. He told his father about the request.

Gruber had left St. Nicola in 1829 and was living near Salzburg in Hallein. He attempted to settle the debate by writing a document entitled "The Authentic Occasion for the Writing of the Christmas Song 'Silent Night, Holy Night'".

Thirty-six years after "Stille Nacht" was first performed in a cold village church, its worldwide audience finally learned the identities of its humble and gifted creators.

Father Mohr left St. Nicola in 1819. He died and was buried in Wagrain in December, 1848. His friend Gruber lived until 1863.

One of the most moving stories about the song took place during the horrors of World War I. On Christmas Eve, 1914, in the dark European trenches, the freezing men awaited the next attack by the enemy soldiers across no man's land. But there was no shooting. Only silence. Afraid to peer over the top of the trench, the British soldiers quietly sat and listened to the rising sound of men's voices singing.

When they dared to look across the battle-scarred terrain, the British saw the gleam of tiny lights, as the Germans lit candles on small Christmas trees in their trenches. "Stille Nacht" filled the air as the German soldiers observed the holy eve of peace.

In a desolate landscape far from home, the soldiers of both sides called a truce. They embraced, shared cigars, chocolate and sausages. On Christmas Day, they played soccer on the battlefield.

The unofficial truce lasted for days but, eventually, the men returned to the business at hand-- war-- for nearly four more years.

After World War I, the popularity of "Silent Night" continued to grow. In the 1920's and 30's, radio listeners heard the song performed by many singers, including Franz Gruber's own grandson who played it on Father Mohr's guitar.

Famous contralto, Madame Ernestine Schumann-Heink, sang "Stille Nacht" each Christmas Eve on the radio in what became a holiday tradition for families around the world. "Mother" Schumann-Heink also recorded it for play on phonographs. Translations enabled people everywhere to share the song.

The deteriorating original Church of St. Nicola was torn down around 1900. The small Stille Nacht Kapelle (Silent Night Chapel) was built in Oberndorf to commemorate Father Josef Mohr and Franz Xaver Gruber and, every Christmas Eve, a special service is held outside the chapel.

Whether it is heard in a show-covered Alpine village or under a blazing African sky, "Silent Night" invites us to reflect on the meaning of Christmas and to "sleep in heavenly peace".


This marvellous excerpt is from the children's book, "Silent Night: The Song from Heaven". It was written by Linda Granfield, and the illustrations are by Nelly and Ernest Hofer. I cannot recommend this wonderful book highly enough-- it should be a part of every child's Christmas book collection.

Betty's bang-on, once again...

With the failure of the "Big 3 Bail-out" in the US... I am thinking of all the auto workers, Canadian and American, who fear for their jobs and their futures tonight.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

December 11

"The Nativity at Night" by Geertgen tot Sint Jans, about 1490

Sweet Little Jesus Boy
Words and Music by Robert MacGimsey (1898–1979), 1932
and performed by the incomparable Jessye Norman

Sweet little Jesus Boy
They made You be born in a manger
Sweet little Holy child
Didn't know who You was.

Didn't know You'd come to save us Lord
To take our sins away.
Our eyes was blind;
We couldn't see
We didn't know who You was.

Long time ago You was born
Born in a manger low,
Sweet little Jesus Boy.

The world treat You mean Lord,
Treat me mean too.
But that's how things is down here,
we didn't know t'was You.

You done showed us how,
we is trying.
Master, You done showed us how,
even when you's dying.

Just seem like we can't do right,
look how we treated You.
But please, Sir, forgive us Lord;
We didn't know 'twas You.

Sweet little Jesus Boy
Born long time ago,
Sweet little Holy child
And we didn't know who You was.

Robert MacGimsey wrote this carol after walking past crowded speak-easies in New York City on Christmas Eve, 1932. Intended as an art song, it became one of many quasi-spirituals.

MacGimsey explained to Robin White in 1966, "This is not so much a song as just a meaning. You have to imagine an aging Negro standing off in the middle of a field just giving his heart to Jesus in the stillness."

"He was in the world, and the world was made by Him, and the world knew Him not.
He came unto His own, and His own received Him not."
John 1:10-11

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

December 10

"Madonna of the Rose Garden"
by Stefan Lochner, about 1450


King Jesus Hath a Garden
performed by the choir of Clare College, Cambridge

King Jesus hath a garden, filled with divers flow'rs
where I go culling posies gay, all times and hours.

There naught is heard but Paradise bird,
harp, dulcimer, lute, with cymbal,
trump and tymbal, and the tender soothing flute.

The Lily white in blossom there, is Chastity:
the Violet, with sweet perfume, Humility.

The Crown Imperial bloometh too in yonder place,
'tis charity, of stock divine, the flow'r of grace.

Yet, 'mid the brave, the bravest prize of all may claim
The Star of Bethlem-Jesus-bless'd be his Name!

Ah! Jesu Lord, my heal and weal, my bliss complete,
make thou my heart thy garden plot, fair, trim and neat.

That I may hear this musick clear,
harp, dulcimer, lute, with cymbal,
trump and tymbal, and the tender soothing flute.

This is a traditional Dutch carol, entitled "Heer Jesus heeft een Hofken"
from Geestlijcke Harmonie, written in 1633
Translated into English by George Ratcliffe Woodward (1848-1934)

Okay, NOW I get it...

Why didn't they just explain it like this in economics class???

The view from here...

Gratuitous photo of some of the spectacularly gorgeous Noro scarves that I've been knitting obsessively. Yes, I'm bragging. But knitting with this yarn is so satisfyingly addictive, who cares???!

The lovely and talented Sarah, from "Slouching Past Forty" has challenged us to a meme... And to give you a little break from all the Christmas music, I though I'd give it a try. The fact that I'm stuck at home with small children while copious amounts of snow and sleet dump down outside has NOTHING to do with this.

Ha ha.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you The Goddess' Desk:


Cleaned up version, of course. Trust me when I tell you that it will NOT look like this for long.

This is where I do most of my blogging, from a little alcove tucked in a corner of my kitchen. It's what we call the "command centre". I love the fact that I can pull down the roll-top, and hide my usually disastrous desk-top from view. However, almost all of my music collection has been stored on this computer, which means that the mess is usually fully exposed so that I can use the speakers and sub-woofer. Someday I'll get organized and hook the works into our stereo system...

The second part of the meme is to take a photo of the view from the place that I blog... All the things I can see from my chair. Since the desk is actually a part of the cabinetry, I will swivel my chair around for you:

GAAAAAAA.


Where's Mr Clean when you need him???

Right.

I confess. The command centre is not the only place where I blog... We shall now endeavor to block the mess out of our minds for a moment (after three children, I have nearly perfected this avoidance technique, for reasons of sanity-preservation). We will now go in search of my laptop:

Aaaaahh. Much better.

The view from here?


Let it snow.

Monday, December 8, 2008

December 9

Nativity Windows at Trinity Church, Boston
designed by Edward Burne-Jones, manufactured by William Morris


O Little One Sweet
harmonized by J. S. Bach
performed by The Cambridge Singers

O little one sweet,
O little one mild,
Thy Father's purpose thou hast fulfilled;
Thou cam'st from heav'n to mortal ken,
Equal to be with us poor men,
O little one sweet,
O little one mild.

O little one sweet,
O little one mild,
With joy thou hast the whole world filled;
Thou camest here from heav'n's domain,
To bring men comfort in their pain,
O little one sweet,
O little one mild.

O little one sweet,
O little one mild,
Help us to do as thou hast willed.
Lo, all we have belongs to thee!
Ah, keep us in our fealty!
O little one sweet,
O little one mild.

Written by Samuel Scheidt (1650), English translation by Percy Dearmer

Sunday, December 7, 2008

December 8


"The Twelve Days of Christmas"
sung by Dame Kiri te Kanawa

Confession?

I have always HATED this song.

It's redundant, redundant, redundant. To make matters even worse, it's one of the most frequently recorded carols, and seriously overplayed.

Listening to this song in all of its nauseating varieties, in every major shopping centre from Wal Mart to Holt Renfrew, makes me feel as though my brain is going to rupture and leak out of my ears.

So imagine my shock and surprise when I discovered this particular recording, featuring the sublime New Zealand opera star, Dame Kiri te Kanawa.

This recording? Takes my breath away.

Dame Kiri is clearly in her element, and her soaring, lilting voice is full of all of the good humour required to make this song successfully engaging for the listener. Even more brilliantly, each verse has its own little musical theme which is carried along through each successive verse, and culminates into a wonderfully inspiring finale.

"The Twelve Days of Christmas" originated as a children's rhyme that was published in a book called "Mirth without Mischief " in about 1780. It was used as a memory and forfeit game, wherein each player took it in turns to say the rhyme, and more lines were added with every round. It is also rumoured to have been written as a "catechism song" to help young Catholics learn their faith. However, this would have been at a time when practicing Catholicism was discouraged in England, and there is apparently no substantive primary evidence that supports this claim.

The date of the song's first performance is not known, though it was used in European and Scandinavian traditions as early as the sixteenth century. Frederic Austin wrote an arrangement in the early twentieth century, which can be found in The New Oxford Book of Carols. He added his own melody from the verse "Five gold(en) rings" onwards, which is why the latter part of the song sounds quite different from the beginning.

The Twelve Days of Christmas, and the evenings of those twelve days ("Twelve-tide"), are the festive days beginning the evening of Christmas Day, through the morning of Epiphany (January 6). This period of time is also known as "Christmastide".

Saturday, December 6, 2008

December 7

"Happy Christmas", by Viggo Johansen

The Candlelight Carol
music by John Rutter, performed by The Cambridge Singers

How do you capture the wind on the water?
How do you count all the stars in the sky?
How can you measure the love of a mother,
Or how can your write down a baby's first cry?
Candlelight, angel light, firelight and star glow
Shine on his cradle till breaking of dawn,
Gloria, gloria in excelsis Deo!
Angels are singing; the Christ Child is born.

Shepherds and wise men will kneel and adore him,
Seraphim round him their vigil will keep;
Nations proclaim him their Lord and their Savior,
But Mary will hold him and sing him to sleep.
Candlelight, angel light, firelight and star glow,
Shine on his cradle till breaking of dawn,
Gloria, gloria in excelsis Deo!
Angels are singing; the Christ Child is born.

Find Him at Bethlehem laid in a manger:
Christ our Redeemer asleep in the hay.
Godhead incarnate and hope for salvation:
A child with his mother that first Christmas Day.
Candlelight, angel light, firelight and star glow,
Shine on his cradle till breaking of dawn,
Gloria, gloria in excelsis Deo!
Angels are singing; the Christ Child is born!

Friday, December 5, 2008

December 6


Song for a Winter's Night
sung by one of Canada's finest:
Gordon Lightfoot

It's a chilly one out there today, with more snow in the forecast. So what better fare to serve for dinner than a hearty, wholesome one-dish meal, entitled "Casserole for a Cold Night"? This heavenly concoction is one of my girlies' favourites, and freezes like a dream... Double the recipe, and prepare an extra to pull out for supper over the Christmas holidays!

Casserole for a Cold Night
from "The Best of Bridge" cookbook series

1 lb extra lean ground beef
One 7 1/2 oz can of tomato sauce
1 garlic clove, minced (I use a garlic press, instead)
Salt and pepper to taste
2 tsp white sugar
One 14 oz can of tomatoes (I like the ones with Italian seasoning)
3 c broad egg noodles, cooked and drained
4 oz light cream cheese, cut in cubes
1 c sour cream
6 green onions, chopped finely
1 1/2 c grated old cheddar cheese

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.

In a large, deep skillet, brown the beef, and drain off all fat. Add the tomato sauce, garlic, salt, pepper, sugar and tomatoes. Cover the pan, and let the mixture simmer over low heat for about 45 minutes.

Cook and drain the noodles, then while they are still hot, combine them with the cubed cream cheese (give it a gentle stir, to help the cheese melt a bit). Add the sour cream and green onions.

In a greased, 3-quart baking dish, layer the meat sauce, noodle mixture and cheddar cheese alternately. Top with extra grated cheddar. Bake, uncovered, for 30 minutes.

Serve with a nice, crisp green salad, and a beautiful bottle of red wine...

Enjoy. And keep warm, everybody!

Bought today...


What the heck.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

December 5


"Cool Yule"
sung by Louis Armstrong (who else??!)

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

December 4


A Maiden Most Gentle

trad. French, arranged by Andrew Carter
sung by The Choir of King's College, Cambridge

A maiden most gentle and tender we sing,
Of Mary the mother of Jesus our King.
Ave Maria

How bless’d is the birth of her heavenly child,
Who came to redeem us in Mary so mild.
Ave Maria

The archangel Gabriel foretold by his call,
The Lord of creation and Saviour of all.
Ave Maria

Three kings came to worship with gifts rich and rare,
And marvelled in awe at the babe in her care.
Ave Maria

Rejoice and be glad at this Christmas we pray,
Sing praise to the Saviour sing end-less.
Ave Maria

Well, THAT explains a lot...

My lovely American readers?
Please talk amongst yourselves for a moment.

And Canada? Be frightened.

I sure am.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

December 3

"Angel Playing Flageolet" by Edward Byrne-Jones, 1878

In Dulci Jubilo
sung by The Choir of King's College Chapel, Cambridge


The title of this beautiful carol is translated as "In Sweetest Rejoicing", but is commonly known in English as "Good Christian Men, Rejoice". It is a German/Latin macaronic carol that dates back to the fourteenth century. "Nun singet und seid froh" is said to have been written by the German mystic Heinrich Seuse in 1328. According to the folklore surrounding the carol, Seuse heard angel voices singing the words, and he joined them in a dance of worship.

This particular translation was written in 1837 by Robert Lucas de Pearsall, and in it he retains the original Latin, while switching the German lines to English:

In dulci jubilo
Let us our homage shew:
Our heart's joy reclineth
In praesepio;
And like a bright star shineth
Matris in gremio,
Alpha es et O!

O Jesu parvule,
I yearn for thee alway!
Hear me, I beseech Thee,
O puer optime;
My praying let it reach Thee,
O princeps gloriae.
Trahe me post te.

O patris caritas!
O Nati lenitas!
Deeply were we stained.
Per nostra crimina:
But Thou for us hast gained
Coelorum gaudia,
Qualis gloria!

Ubi sunt gaudia,
If that they be not there?
There are Angels singing
Nova cantica;
And there the bells are ringing
In Regis curia.
O that we were there!

There are Angels singing
And there the bells are ringing
In Regis curia.
O that we were there!
O that we were there!

Monday, December 1, 2008

December 2


"Snow"

from the movie "White Christmas"
sung by Bing Crosby, Rosemary Clooney,
Vera Ellen (voiced-over by Trudy Stevens) and Danny Kaye

Recently, the girlies and I have spent several lovely, quiet afternoons cutting the most beautiful paper snowflakes, which we are using to decorate our main-floor windows. Mother Nature seems to be taking the hint, and I spent a fair bit of time this afternoon shovelling out our drive, and walkways to the front and back doors... I'm all for a White Christmas, but my enthusiasm (and my lower back) will no doubt give out, come January 2nd... If I'm really good, maybe Santa will bring me a shiny red Toro snowblower. (Sadly, folks, this is what it is to be a Canadian... Some gals yearn for diamonds and lingerie. I'd settle for a snowblower and a pair of silk long johns.)

If you and yours would like to try making paper snowflakes, here is a website where you can down-load the most beautiful, lacy patterns:


Enjoy!

Are you listening, Mr Paulson???!


 
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