Sepka wrote:If there isn't a Santa, there ought to be, and at this point it's probably safe to say that we've built ourselves one from hope and desire.
At a certain time in my life, among a certain crowd, it was not uncommon to discuss people in terms of whether they were a "good pixie" or a "bad pixie". Perhaps it was an Oregon thing, I don't know...
http://www.pdxhistory.com/html/pixieland.htmlhttp://theimaginaryworld.com/pixiekitchen.htmlAs I've learned more about the rainbow of beings on the autism spectrum I've wondered how many elves of lore (and yore) might have had William's Syndrome.
http://video.on.nytimes.com/?fr_story=0 ... 96be0f7f6fFrom the occasionally dubious wiki:
Williams syndrome (also Williams-Beuren syndrome) is a rare genetic disorder,occurring in fewer than 1 in 7,500 live births. It is characterized by a distinctive, "elfin" facial appearance, along with a low nasal bridge; an unusually cheerful demeanor and ease with strangers, coupled with unpredictably occurring negative outbursts; mental retardation coupled with unusual (for persons who are diagnosed as mentally retarded) language skills; a love for music; and cardiovascular problems, such as supravalvular aortic stenosis and transient hypercalcaemia. The syndrome was first identified in 1961 by Dr. J. C. P. Williams of New Zealand.
The last part simply means they are easily heart-broken.
The clip Jeff posted a few months back of the woman in Nova Scotia (?) recounting her "little people" experience was one of the most moving things I have encountered here, which is saying something.
I've never seen a little person, but I have been a few places where they hang out. You have too.
So Satan Old Nick, I mean Santa St Nick, good Old Saint Nicholas
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Nicholaspatron saint of, well, practically everything! Children, sailors, ships, prisoners...
from the infallible catholic.org
It is the image of St. Nicholas more often than that of any other that is found on Byzantine seals; in the later middle ages nearly four hundred churches were dedicated in his honor in England alone; and he is said to have been represented by Christian artists more frequently than any saint except our Lady. St. Nicholas is venerated as the patron saint of several classes of people, especially, in the East, of sailors and in the West of children. The first of these patronage is probably due to the legend that during his life time, he appeared to storm tossed mariners who invoked his aid off the coast of Lycia and brought them safely to port. Sailors in the Aegean and Ionian seas, following a common Eastern custom, had their "star of St. Nicholas" and wished one another a good voyage in the phrase "May St. Nicholas hold the tiller". The legend of the "three children" gave rise to his patronage of children and various observances, ecclesiastical and secular, connected there with; such were the boy bishop and especially in Germany, Switzerland and the Netherlands, the giving of presents in his name at Christmas time. This custom in England is not a survival from Catholic times. It was popularized in America by the Dutch Protestants of New Amsterdam who had converted the popish saint into a Nordic magician (Santa Claus = Sint Klaes = Saint Nicholas) and was apparently introduced into this country by Bret Harte. It is not the only "good old English custom"which, however good, is not "old English", at any rate in its present form. The deliverance of the three imperial officers naturally caused St. Nicholas to be invoked by and on behalf of prisoners and captives, and many miracles of his intervention are recorded in the middle ages
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I remember going to my father's office christmas party when I was about four and before it was my turn to sit on his lap, I noticed Santa had the
exact same rubber boots as my dad. "Hey!" I said when it was finally my turn to sit on Santa's lap,"you sure do look
a lot like my dad!"
Santa smiled and said, "Well, you know, we Irish men do all look alike."
It was another thirty years before it finally dawned on me.
Not that anyone asked, but this is the greatest Christmas ever captured on film courtesy of John Waters and the late, great Divine.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9iTSxiT2YWQJayne County has fun Christmas memories too:
"We were Methodists, but then my mother started listening to this guy on the radio and joined this religious cult. It was one of these right wing christian religions where earthquakes are coming and its the Second Coming, and all the evil doers will be thrown into this lake of fire.
It alienated the whole family. My father started having an affair with a sixteen -year -old hair dresser. I mean, we couldnt even keep Christmas anymore. Every Christmas my daddy would drag a Christmas tree inside and say, "Decorate the tree, kids."
We'd start decorating it and my mother would come running into the room screaming, "This tree is a symbol of Nimrod and Nimrod fucked his mother"--no she didn't say "fucked" she said, "Nimrod married his mother to keep the Babylonian bloodline pure, and the Christmas tree is the Everything Tree! It's a symbol of the Babylonian Bloodline! It's pagan! It's an abomination!"
And we'd scream and she'd drag it out and my daddy would drag it back in and say,"Decorate the tree!"
And we'd day "Please, we don't wanna decorate the Babylonian symbol of evil."
Here's a little celebration of the tannenbaum for everyone on the re-birth of the sun.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0WMMy4IT9g
I'm looking forward to longer days.
Annie Aronburg