"Pay attention to the world." -- Susan Sontag
 

Seven Days to Christmas: When Nature Does the Decorating

From “Winter” by Robert Merrill Bartlett in Prayers and Poems for Christmas, edited by Nancy J. Skarmeas:

As the snow falls gently
against my window, I give thanks,
O divine Spirit, for the cycle
of the seasons and the ever-changing
beauty of the universe….

A mantle of purity is spread over this drab earth,
and the evergreens bow humbly
in their vestments of white. The noises
of men cease; a new stillness envelopes
the world, and Thy voice speaks to me
through the elements….

As I look upon this beauty, I think
of Thee as the source from which it all comes.
Give me faith to believe that the order
which sustains the ever-varying pageantry
of nature will also uphold me….

From “Holly and Ivy” in Christmas: A Short History from Solstice to Santa by Andy Thomas:

“The carol ‘The Holly and the Ivy,’ the words of which started to appear in the early 1800s, solidifies the Christian connotations of these plants, with the holly representing Christ’s crown of thorns and the ivy representing the Virgin Mary. But in medieval Europe, holly and ivy, along with other evergreens (often rosemary), were seen as especially sacred, or at least they were signs of good luck long before the famous carol came along.

“As vegetation that was boldly flourishing in the cold, dark time of the year, when so much else was stark and dormant, this kind of foliage, when brought into the home, offered hope to the winter weary in the Northern Hemisphere. It reminded people that if nature could push through the harsh times and thrive again, so could they. In another echo back to Roman times, when wreaths were used as signs of victory and status, the plants would often be fashioned into circles by medieval families, decorated, and hung on doors or laid on tables.”

From “The Seven Poor Travelers” in A Christmas Carol and Other Christmas Writings by Charles Dickens:

“[The] mists began to rise in the most beautiful manner, and the sun to shine; and as I went on through the bracing air, seeing the hoar-frost sparkle everywhere, I felt as if all Nature shared in the joy of the great Birthday….”












Eight Days to Christmas: Red and Green (and Gold)

From “Christmas Butterfly” by Susan R. Ide in Christmas: The Annual of Christmas Literature and Art, edited by Randolph E. Haugan:

Christmas is a butterfly unfolding
From winter’s chrysalis. Out of the black
And white December harshness flash colors,
Soft fragilities of wings. Icy streets
Shine red and green and gold. Scarlet and pink
Poinsettias glow by hearths. Angels abound.


Christmas is a butterfly unfolding
From the cold human heart. Out of the bleak
Preoccupation with our private woes
And wants, out of the tedium of routines,
There springs the wish to give and to forgive.
Love once again believes and hopes all things.
That Christmas comes each year is proof enough:
Miracles of birth and rebirth still occur.

From “The Christmas Life” by Wendy Cope in Christmas Poems, chosen by Gaby Morgan:

Bring in a tree, a young Norwegian spruce,
Bring hyacinths that rooted in the cold.
Bring winter jasmine as its buds unfold —
Bring the Christmas life into this house.

Bring red and green and gold, bring things that shine,
Bring candlesticks and music, food and wine.
Bring in your memories of Christmas past.
Bring in your tears for all that you have lost.

Bring in the shepherd boy, the ox and ass,
Bring in the stillness of an icy night,
Bring in a birth, of hope and love and light.
Bring the Christmas life into this house.













Nine Days to Christmas: Silver (and Blue) and Gold

From “The Box of Magic” by Malorie Blackman in Christmas Stories: A Collection of Festive Tales, chosen by Lauren Buckland:

“Peter had spent all afternoon searching and searching for the perfect present for his mum and dad. Something that would stop them quarrelling for just five minutes. Something that would make Christmas the way it used to be, with smiles and songs and happiness in every corner of the house….

“But all the searching had been for nothing. Peter didn’t have that much money to begin with and all the things he could afford, he didn’t want. All the gifts he could afford looked so cheap and tacky that Peter knew they would fall apart about ten seconds after they were handled. What was he going to do? He had to buy something and time was running out….

“Then he caught sight of it out of the corner of his eye. The medium-sized sign above the door said ‘The Christmas Shop’ in spidery writing. The small shop window was framed with silver and gold tinsel and a scattering of glitter like mini stars. At the bottom of the window, fake snow had been sprayed. It looked so much like the real thing that had it been outside the window instead of inside, Peter would’ve been sure it was real snow. A single Christmas tree laden with fairy lights and baubles and yet more tinsel stood proudly in the exact centre of the window….

“He wondered why he’d never seen it before…. Peter looked up and down the street. The few other shops in the same row as the Christmas Shop were all boarded up. Unexpectedly, the shop door opened. A tall portly man with a white beard and a merry twinkle in his eyes stood in the doorway….”

From “Christmas Tree” by Laurence Smith in The Oxford Treasury of Christmas Poems, edited by Michael Harrison and Christopher Stuart-Clark:

Star over all
Eye of the night
Stand on my tree
Magical sight
Green under frost
Green under snow
Green under tinsel
Glitter and glow
Appled with baubles
Silver and gold
Spangled with fire
Warm over cold.