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Merry Christmas post Mayan apocalypse

December 25th, 2012

Well.

Merry Christmas to all … and now that we have survived the end of the Mayan calendar … well … those of us that have … maybe we can also eliminate some other myths <and be enlightened in some way>.

Like Donner & Blitzen.

Yup.

Let’s eliminate two of Santa’s reindeer. And, no, I am not a member of the NRA and, no, I am not a hunter and, no, I do not want to suggest they sucked at reindeer games and they … well … lost <in a big way>.

Christmas has many myths and legends but I will focus on Santa’s 8 reindeer and 2 in particular.

Yup.

8 <not 9>.

Rudolph just had a song … he was not really part of the Santa team. He was a ‘walk-on’ if we want to use sports terms.

The flying reindeer. The most well-known tradition <in western countries> with reindeer is Santa Claus <or Father Christmas> and the sleigh pulled by flying reindeer.  Because of a song and a great television cartoon Rudolf became the lead reindeer. Regardless. The flying reindeer legend began in the early 1800’s <Rudolf did not join the Santa reindeer team until 1939>. It all began with a poem written by Henry Livingston, Jr. <although Clement Clarke Moore got credit for the poem despite not really being the author>.

Livingston, an expert on the subject of Dutch Folk law wrote the poem , A visit from St Nicholas, more commonly known as The night before Christmas in 1822.

<don’t worry … I will get to the point … but the whole Dutch thing is important>.

Anyway.

The eight reindeer.

Dasher.

Dancer.

Prancer.

Vixen <my favorite>.

Comet.

Cupid.

Dunder.

Blixem.

Uhm. Yeah.

Dunder & Blixem.

Not Donner & Blitzen.

Oops.

How did this happen?

Well. That aggravating Christmas ditty “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” was a 1949 hit tune sung and recorded by Gene Autry and based on a character originally created by a marketing team for Montgomery Ward <a now defunct retail chain>in 1939.

<by the way … have you noticed that there has not been one good new Christmas song since the 50′s or 60′s? … maybe a different post but that is possibly why almost all Christmas songs are aggravating … we have been listening to them forever !!>

Anyway.

Rudolph song.

The lyrics were written by Johnny Marks, who borrowed most of the reindeer names from the 1822 poem “A Visit from Saint Nicholas”.

The original poem refers to “eight tiny reindeer” and gives them each a name: “Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!/On, Comet! on, Cupid! on Dunder and Blixem!”

Yup.

“Dunder” and “Blixem.”

I bet you <as i> have always heard “Donner” and “Blitzen.”

The former were Dutch names written into the poem by Livingston.

Only in later versions, modified by Moore in 1844, were the two names changed to German: Donder (close to Donner, thunder) and Blitzen (lightning), to better rhyme with “Vixen.”

Finally, for some reason, in the song “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” Marks turned “Donder” into “Donner.”

Whether Marks made the change because he knew German or because it just sounded better is uncertain. Or maybe he thought using German Donner and Blitzen (thunder and lightning) was cooler. Who the heck knows.

Bottom line? since 1950 or so, the two reindeer names have been Donner and Blitzen.

So what.

All I really know is that if 8 reindeer showed up on my roof I would not be yelling out their names … it would most likely be something like “holy shit.”

And if any of them answered to that it would truly be a Christmas miracle.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas To Everyone

December 25th, 2009

“We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.” – Winston Churchill.

And as a gift to everyone who visits here I share the most famous gift a writer has given Christmas…the answer to the letter to the editor to “Is there a Santa Claus?”

Is There A Santa Claus?
Editorial Page, New York Sun, September 21, 1897

We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun:

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

Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except 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 of 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 external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not 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 you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but 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. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus? Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

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Wonderful words any day … wonderful words for today. Merry Christmas.

paris at Christmas

December 24th, 2009

Over the past 12 years I have spent 4 Christmases in Paris. I cannot think of a place I would rather be at Christmas than in Paris, sipping coffee and walking the streets.

(In case you are wondering … four other  Christmases were in St John’s parked on a stool at a corner of The Beach Bar and three Christmases were in Kiev strolling down the main boulevard – Khreschatyk Street and the other 2 at home doing things with girlfriends)

As you can see, Christmas is typically the one time of the year I like to vacation and get out of Dodge. While I love all three away from home destinations, Paris is my favorite (I have accepted I am a Francophile).

Anyway. Let’s chat a little about Paris at Christmas because … well … a trip like his is enlightening (and very fun).

So here is where I stay (unless I visit a friend in Sainte-Geneviève-des-Bois – a small city in the southern suburbs of Paris): The Best Western Premier Au Manoir Saint Germain De Pres. (just so everyone knows…a Best Western in Europe is different than Best Westerns in the USA). The hotel is in the heart of the Saint Germain des Prés district, Hemingway’s Paris, with galleries, antique shops, restaurants, cafes and fashion boutiques. The entrance is on Saint Germain Boulevard, right next to the mythical Lipp Brasserie and in front of the famous Café Deux Magots. With this location near the amazing Hemingwayesque cafes and the Saint Germain church it couldn’t be better located to take full advantage of a visit to Paris.


But. If you are looking for a high end hotel skip this place. It is a neat little bed and breakfast type place tucked into the intersection there at St Germaine blvd. across from the metro station. Rooms are small but roomy and quaint. But who cares. You are just sleeping there. You are walking or taking the metro most of the time. All of which is awesome even in Christmas time weather.

Anyway. Paris. Just outside this little hotel is the ever snobby but outstanding Brassiere Lipp. It has one of those little enclosed patios that stick out over the sidewalk that seemingly is indigenous to Paris and only Paris restaurants.

If you want some more snobbery, just saunter across the boulevard (trying to avoid the madmen scooters and bikers) to the Café Deux Magots. Even on a chilly December afternoon it is worth sitting on the outdoor patio people watching.

You have the Saint Germain Abbey, the oldest Parisian church courtyard and the Saint Germain Metro Station to keep a steady flow of fresh faces to watch. Want to stay in? The supermarket is steps away around the corner, living with all its hustle and bustle below a clothing store. The escalator takes you down to a full supermarket.

If you want to take a quick run you can take a short one from the hotel to the Palais Luxembourg and run the palace gardens to your heart’s content. I may not want to run in circles around a palace every day of the year but for a vacation it is kinda cool to do for several days.

Hey. I am not going to highlight all the things you can do because any guide book can do that and frankly you can’t go wrong. You could just randomly wander the streets and do nothing else and have a great time. (But. One thing. If you have an opportunity to see the orchestra play in the courtyard at Ste Chapelle. A once in a lifetime experience.)

And Christmas time. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…what a time of the year.

While May in Paris is pretty spectacular (I have gone to the French open three times so that is what pulls me there then), I still don’t believe you can match the city Christmas spirit in Paris anywhere else (or at least anywhere I have traveled to).

New York is close but it is certainly a different type (being a non-European feeling).

Kiev at Christmas is pretty spectacular also … but as an eastern European city a lot of the city still has some of the Soviet dark overtones (but Khreschatyk Boulevard alone on Christmas Eve probably tops any individual location in a city in all places I have visited – picture to right).

Khreschatyk Boulevard

Please note I have never been to Vienna and people say it is perfect at Christmas.

But. Paris at Christmas. In Paris there is a holiday spirit that just can’t be beat.

Maybe because it is the city of little stores and bakeries and every one of them gets in the spirit that it just has such an amazing feel to it.

Maybe it’s because the people dress so well in the spirit without any of the kooky silly holiday aspects it isn’t overtly Christmassy but certainly top notch holiday feel.

Heck. I don’t know. All I know is that it is a great place to be during Christmas time (and the French people are pretty fabulously festive at this time of the year).

the Company Christmas party: my girlfriend and another woman wore the same dress

December 23rd, 2009

Guys are not prepared for this situation. In fact I am pretty sure nothing a guy has done in his life with other guys prepares him for this.

Let me begin by saying my girlfriend looked awesome in a black and white polka dot dress. And let me tell you when I picked her up (and picked my jaw up from the floor) I told her so. In fact I am willing to bet I told her several times before we even got to the party.

That said.

I am fairly sure none of that was remembered by anyone other than me as the night went on (and it would be wise for us guys to remember the value, or lack of value, of early praise).

We arrived to the Christmas party fashionably late (pretty much the last to arrive) which meant the other maybe 150 people were already there (and unbeknownst to me the devil incarnate posing in my girlfriend’s dress). As we went in I headed to the bar to get us some drinks while she went to talk with some friends.

Before I could get one of the most beautiful gin & tonics I had ever seen to cross my lips I got smacked in the back of the head and heard “I need to show you something. Now.”

I am not sure what my immediate response was but I am pretty sure whatever it was didn’t do the job (I got smacked in the head again).

She grabs my arm and says, “come with me, I will show you.”

Me: “Hold on, what about our drinks?” (another smack in the head. about this time I figured saying nothing would cause less bruising.)

Lurking behind some big ferny floor plant she pointed and said “look”.

Me: “Hmmmmmmmmmm, at what?” (Smack. My head was really beginning to hurt).

“At her dress!”

At this point despite my desire to have a very strong drink in my hand I focused very, very hard. Seeking whatever it was I was supposed to see (or better said whatever it was that was going to get me off the hook).

“Ok Ann. I am sorry. What am I supposed to look at?”

(figuring maybe I would get some points for honesty … oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh … silly silly boy)

“Linda. Look at her dress. It’s the same as mine.”

Me: “Aw no. It kind of looks the same, but no, yours is different.” (smack)

“It’s exactly the same.”

Me: “Uh. Okay. Do you want to go home and put something else on?”

“You are such an idiot.”

(Where are your friends and a drink when you need it? Oh. That’s right. Those are the guys standing over there laughing their asses off).

Me: (Think. Think. Think.)

Me: “Ok. It may be the same. But it doesn’t look right on her. She doesn’t look anywhere as good as you.”

“That’s bullshit. Let’s go get a drink. I am so embarrassed.”

My boss almost broke a rib she laughed so hard. And then she proceeded to do everything in her power to get the “two dresses” side by side as often as possible throughout the night. (as did almost every one of my friends – those jerks).

Beyond attempting to make the entire evening an evasion affair regardless of where we were, who we were talking to or whatever we were doing…I tried to drink as much as possible and say as little as possible.

Anyway. As we approach holiday party time all guys should be on notice. You never know what may ruin your company Christmas party.

Getting to that time of the year – Merry Chrismukkah

December 21st, 2009

I am trying to get a head start on addressing any impropriety that I may (will) do as I misread every political correctness guide book around the holidays (but I do relatively well around 4th of July) in order to avoid my own grumpiness surrounding one of my favorite times of the year.

So. Let me open with wishing everyone a Merry Chrismukkah.

(Kudos to the TV show The OC for coining the Chrismukkah theme.)

Uh oh. I bet I left someone out.

(Ok. Here is where I start my typical ramp up on the rant as I think about it.)

I admit. I am a Merry Christmas guy. And I don’t consciously (and probably not even subconsciously) mean it as a Christian greeting. As well…I don’t mean it to exclude anyone. I just think Happy Holidays doesn’t have … well … the merriness I typically associate with this time of the year.

Yeah. I guess I could say Merry Holidays.

Okay.

That’s weird.

So. Maybe it would help me out if everyone could wear name tags with their preferred greeting so I wouldn’t offend anyone.

(I was tempted to suggest uniforms because it could double as a retail stimulus program if the government funded it)

Here’s the deal. Here’s the tough spot I am in:

(and I frickin’ don’t like being in this tough spot cause I like to think I am relatively considerate of others’ beliefs).

I just want everyone to have a frickin’ merry…well…whatever. (and it’s the whatever that starts getting me steamed).

I want everyone to enjoy the frickin’ Holiday season because I believe no matter how you celebrate “it” you should celebrate this time of the year.

So when I say Merry Christmas I am genuinely saying “what a great time of the year and enjoy it”.

And I admit. I get deflated when someone says “Happy Holidays” to you out of political correctness. I kinda cringe when it happens because it seems to have lost any heartfelt sincerity because they were being careful.

(I guess I could say it loses some of its optimism because it is defensive phrasing rather than risking offensive phrasing supported with 100% positive meaning sincerity. Oops. That was the business side of me.)

And, damn it, I don’t want to be deflated during the holidays.

(The fruit cake will take care of that.)

Lastly. I believe everyone should listen to Nat King Cole sing “The Christmas Song.”
(Even though it’s called Christmas…and…despite the fact I believe 83.733% of the world has never seen nor knows what a chestnut is – warm, tepid or cool. )

I cannot believe anyone (that would be 100% of the world) would not get into the Christmas/Holiday spirit listening to it.

(Because I believe it is the best version of the greatest holiday song.)

(ps – I am tired of putting things in parentheses)

So. Regardless of your religion or non religion, please accept my warmest wishes for this time of the year, have fun and…well…Merry Christmas.

Enlightened Conflict