Christmas Crazies
Twenty-nine holidays from various traditions fall between the last week of November and middle of January.
Yule, also known as the 12 days of Christmas, can begin between December 20 and December 23, depending on the year in the Gregorian calendar.
In Nordic and Germanic countries, it begins on the day of the Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year, usually December 21st. Yule is celebrated for another 12 days though, through January 1st, at the shortest or until the 12th of January (“twelve days” or “until the 12th day”).
Many, of these ancient holidays were ‘Christianized’ owing to the genius of St. Paul, the principal architect of what became the Catholic (Universal) Church.
Yule celebrations were originally referred to as “Drinking Yules”, with an emphasis on drinking as an important part of the celebration.
The Yule goat brings gifts, especially gifts for good children.
The Krampus, or Christmas Devil, a Germanic demon, comes to punish bad seeds and naughty children.
Krampusnacht is an annual festival celebrated through the Alpine region from Austria and Northern Italy, to Solvenia, Hungary, Germany and the Czech Republic. Like the Yule goat, the Krampus is horned and may wear cowbells on his backside reminiscent of Santa’s sleigh.
The Krampus arrives on December 5th well before Christmas. St. Nikolaus also arrives this night.
The Krampus carries a birch bundle to beat naughty children before stuffing them into his basket and carry them off.
The Church tried to ban Krampusnacht as far back as the 12th century, but with little success.
By the 19th century, Father Christmas (Santa Claus) was arriving on a Yule Goat which eventually became twelve reindeer one for each day of the twelve days of Christmas which is often referred to as ‘The Yuletide’ season. The ‘twelve reindeer’ became 8 in Clement C. Moore’s 1822 poem, “A Visit From St. Nicholas”.
It was Moore’s poem that provided the visual imagery and commercial impetus for what Americans imagine to be the idyllic “Night Before Christmas”.
In the midst of the COVID19 pandemic we are told to scuttle family gatherings and avoid holiday intimacy and intimacies…
The precautions will sadden some who try to comply and irk many to the point of ignoring the ubiquitous admonitions that permeate the social environment and tend to dampen what should be the festive holiday spirit.
It is precisely times like these that many will conjure fanciful flights of nostalgic fantasy and longing…
Anyone who believes he or she had an Ozzie and Harriet, Currier and Ives, Norman Rockwell, or Irving Berlin kind of “White Christmas”, needs to seek and secure professional help immediately…
Anyone who believes that such is the norm for family gatherings during the holidays should do likewise….
In fact, gift cards for head examinations would be a great gift idea….
Question: Why do we refer to this crowd of Christmas crazies as “loved ones” anyway?
There’s nothing wrong with solitude and introspection…
Christmas is as good a time as any, maybe even better, to engage in a therapeutic rap session with one’s self…
Taking stock of our thoughts and feelings may be just what is needed as we anticipate an inoculated end to the global health crisis and a new administration that will give us another crack a the American experiment in egalitarian democracy.
Perhaps we can reach a consensus and common ground as we contemplate what it truly means to be able to freely go about our business and wish each other:
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
12/25/2020 @ 11:12 am
In my family we did St. Nicholas’ eve – December 5. Dad would go around banging on windows and eventually throw a bag of candy in the front door. We knew it was really St. Nicholas because some of the banging was on upstairs windows and it took magic or a saint or something to do that. That was the start of Christmas. The end was January 6, the Epiphany, when we took down the tree.
Mom was half Slovenian so it probably was a Christianization (or Germanization because that’s how she identified) of the Krampus story.
12/25/2020 @ 2:16 pm
The history of Christmas has always been fascinating to me…
Your heritage and story demonstrate the nature and scope of the cultural diversity that is America…
Thanks for taking the time to read and comment…
Merry Christmas to you and yours….
12/25/2020 @ 5:20 pm
Hi Ron! This was fun to read.
My childhood memories are of a relatively low-key celebration. My folks were barely getting by but we always had a tree. Christmas Eve my mother and I took turns at the piano and we all sang every carol we could think of. That was nice! Santa put candy and some little trinkets in our stockings to find on Christmas morning. We each got one or two wrapped presents, and we knew they came from our parents and not some deranged elf on a sled.
The car ride to Brooklyn was slow and torturous, and I was usually carsick the whole time. But the horde at my grandparents’ dining room table was always a gas. And the food! Oh my.
Years later, as a very young adult, my puppy ate part of one of the wooly sheep from my other grandmother’s Nativity. The set was probably at least 50 years old at that point and had been under the tree every Christmas my mother could ever remember. After that, the Nativity set went on a shelf out of reach of wayward puppies.
These days (and for many years), I don’t really have anything invested in Christmas as a holiday but the BLP and I still make a special meal and enjoy the quiet. Today it is lasagna and home-made cannoli for dessert. (Actually we had cannoli for lunch as well. hah!)
I hope you enjoyed your day, too.
12/25/2020 @ 6:38 pm
“This was fun to read.”
I’m glad to hear that you enjoyed it…
This post began as a comment on Myriad’s celebratory post and video which features her and her daughter in a rather playful interaction…
Thanks for sharing your Christmas reminiscences….
Thanks for taking the time to read and comment…
Merry Christmas to you and yours….
12/26/2020 @ 3:35 pm
Ron, you left out Kwanza 🙂
Happy Holidays everybody!
I’ve always had a hard time with religious holidays. My family never attended church except on Christmas, when mom dragged us to the local Presbyterian church where we were not members. Even as a 6-8 year old, I understood that we were being hypocritical. If mom had any religious beliefs, she kept them well hidden. We got presents and that was nice, but mostly things we’d need anyway like clothes and shoes, seldom anything magical.
My grandfather was the guy for that. One year when I was around ten, he made me a desk. The next year he made a chair to go with it. That desk and chair have gone to every house I ever lived in ( except the tipi ) and this minute, they sit by my door covered with hats and mittens.
12/26/2020 @ 4:48 pm
“Ron, you left out Kwanza.”
No I didn’t…
But, you did!
“KWANZAA is an African-American celebration of life from 26 December to 1 January. Dr. Maulana Karenga introduced the festival in 1966 to the United States as a ritual to welcome the first harvests to the home. Dr. Karenga created this festival for Afro-Americans as a response to the commercialism of Christmas.”
—–Wikipedia
I left out Hanukkah which has much more to do with the history of how Christmas is celebrated than Kwanzaa…
12/26/2020 @ 4:52 pm
Thanks for taking the time to read and comment…
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you and yours…
12/26/2020 @ 6:24 pm
We celebrated Christmas in the trad way when my kids were at home. Then I lived by myself for many years and ignored Christmas – tho friends and I celebrated the Solstice with ceremony & feasting. Nowadays I live near both my daughters and we get together for a low-key Christmas.
One of my favorite seasonal things to do is read Carolyn Hax’s Holiday Hootenany in the WaPo…wild and crazy Christmas *fails*.
12/26/2020 @ 11:44 pm
As stated in an earlier comment your celebratory post featuring the video of you and your daughter is the inspiration and impetus for this post…
Thanks for stopping by…
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and yours…
01/26/2021 @ 3:09 pm
Happy New Year Ron Powell! Lucille and me are sketching a treatment which incorporates
Peter Paul & Mary’s ‘If I Had a Hammer’ with sparking *(g-lint-in’)* hammer and chisels atop Crazy Horse Memorial…working title ‘Go Tell It on the Mountain’…. As amazingly the project began in 1948—right off the bat Lucille white boards projecting logistical essentials such as drone cams. So here we R in a dire Wisconsin whiteout planning a competitive short in the Black Hills….fingers crossed in prayer that these are not the good old days. Hey profuse THANK YA’S for all the things you do you limitless scribe U …O yeah ‘dem 88s! Where ever you roam✌