Saturn Kronos and The Christmas Kidna₱₱ing
Renfield R. Renfield and The British Arthurian ₱arty
Welsh vam₱iress Morgana Fay Lee holds a red fox at British M₱ Renfield R. Renfield’s Christmas Day ₱ress conference in which he announces the change of name from the British Transhumanist ₱arty to the British Arthurian ₱arty
The Angel Ato₱ The Christmas Tree
It was all gone
Our Lady of Guadalu₱e
The Christmas Tree and The Elf
“One of the ornaments needs adjusting,”
Said the beautiful female elf
Who stood on a ladder and adjusted
The ornament below the Christmas Star.
5 minutes ago there was not a beautiful female elf in my room
But now there is.
Merry Chistmas.
10 minutes ago there was not a ladder in my room
But it appeared 9 minutes ago.
24 hours there was not a Christmas tree in my room
But it appeared when I woke up this morning.
Christmas Tree
Then ladder
Then beautiful female elf.
Christmas Magic is obviously at work here.
Or maybe what the ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future
Put in my eggnog last night.
Whatever it was, Merry Christmas!
Feliz Navidad!
Chuc mung Giang Sinh!
(I attended a Spanish language Church over the summer.
And the closest Church to where I now live is a Vietnamese Catholic Church.
So I attended there for Christmas Eve Mass last night and went there for Christmas Day Mass today).
-A Christmas poem
written by Christopher
Saturday December 25th
2021.
The Night of Saint Nicholas
It was December 6th 2021.
December 6th was the Feast Day of Saint Nicholas.
Saint Nicholas was the bishop of Myra in Asia Minor (what is now modern day Turkey).
He was known for his generous gifts to poor people.
He was also the Patron Saint of Children.
As such he was noted for giving gifts on the night of his Feast Day of Saint Nicholas when in Medieval Europe a person dressed up as the bishop Saint Nicholas would go around giving gifts to children in the respective village or town.
Later it became the saying that Saint Nicholas only gave presents to good children on his Feast Day.
And the figure of Krampus (a demon goat) was invented who was said to whip naughty children on the night before Saint Nicholas’ Day which was called Krampusnacht (December 5th).
And the really bad children (like Bill Gates and Dr. Anthony Fauci) it was said he put in a sack and carried down to Hell on that night.
In the centuries following the Reformation, the custom started developing in some towns and regions that it was Saint Nicholas who gave out gifts right at Christmas.
And eventually the idea developed that it was not the 4th Century bishop who gave out gifts on Christmas Eve but rather a very tall elf who wore a red costume and was white bearded and was called Santa Claus (the English equivalent of Sinterklaas which was the Dutch name for Saint Nicholas).
The more recent contemporary folklore mythology expanded to say that Santa Claus lived at the North Pole, had a magic sled pulled by seven magic reindeer (Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen) plus an eighth very shiney red nosed reindeer named Rudolph who guided the sled by the light of his nose and they delivered presents to all of the good children of the world all on one night.
However for a thousand years from 500 AD to 1500 AD, it was not the jolly old elf Santa Claus or the 4th Century bishop Saint Nicholas who brought gifts to children on Christmas Eve but rather Das Christkind (which literally translates to Christ Child).
Yes for much of Christianity’s long history, it was the Christ Child Himself who brought gifts to children on Christmas Eve.
Jesus would come down from Heaven and would resume the form He had when He was 5 or 6 years old and bring gifts to children that night.
The tradition was for children to do good deeds during the Season of Advent.
On the first day of Advent, a crib or creche was brought into the home.
Every time a child did a good deed, he or she would be allowed to put a piece of straw on the crib.
If there was enough straw on the crib, Das Christkind or the Christ Child would lay on the crib in the children’s home the night before Christmas.
And the Christ Child would give gifts to children on Christmas morning.
On the night of December 23rd, the crib or creche was placed behind a veil in the home.
If the child looked behind the veil before 7 PM on Christmas Eve, Das Christkind (the Christ Child) would not come on Christmas Eve.
At 7 PM on Christmas Eve, the father would part the veil.
And there in the crib would be placed a figure of the Christ Child.
And on Christmas morn there would be found gifts for the children.
But the Christ Child as the bringer of gifts on Christmas Eve would later be replaced by the 4th Century bishop Saint Nicholas of Myra (who originally brought gifts on his own feast day on December 6th) and later replaced by the jolly old elf Santa Claus (whose myth was inspired by Clement Moore’s 19th Century poem The Night Before Christmas and early and mid-20th Century Coca-Cola ads).
A long journey to take Christ out of Christmas.
Forgetting without Christ, there would be no Christmas.
-A historical essay
written by Christopher
Monday December 6th
2021.
Towards Christmas
Christmas
A month away from today
Neo-Stalinist dictators
sitting in the Oval Office
are calling for a “Dark Winter”
The smile of the Neo-Stalinist dictator
As he diabolically whispers into his microphone
Is strikingly like the smile of the Grinch
Have you noticed?
Well if you steal an election
Why not steal Christmas?
C.S. Lewis said of Narnia under the rule of the White Witch
It was a land where it was always winter but never Christmas
People have always tried to prevent Christmas
From Judea’s King Herod
To Hitler who called it Julfest the Winter Solstice
In North America the supply chains are down
Ports at Long Beach and Los Angeles
Are backed up with ships waiting to be unloaded
(You’d see more than 3 ships on Christmas Day in the morning
This coming California Christmas)
In British Columbia, roads on Vancouver Island and the Lower Mainland are washed out due to flooding
The supply chain from Vancouver (Canada’s largest port)
to the rest of Canada now gone.
Pachamama has given her answer to B.C.’s Marxist government on its vaccine mandates
and hysteria over climate change,
“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn”.
Leaving them without roads
And without a pot to piss in.
It is still very much autumn here
No permanent snow on the ground yet
People have placed Christmas lights
In the neighbourhood
Giving a cheery glow
It is natural to long for Christmas
Rather than a dark winter.
Even so, Come Lord Jesus.
-A poem written by Christopher
Thursday November 25th
2021.
Veronica Lake longs for Christmas
Rather than a dark winter
Tiny Tony
Everyone sings of Rudolph
And Frosty the Snowman too
And all the other happy folks
That make Christmas dreams come true
But there’s one little fellow
Who’s forgotten every year
He’s Santa’s special barber
Who trims old Santa’s hair
He’s Tiny Tony
He stands upon the chair
He’s such a little shaver
To take care of Santa’s hair
He’s Tiny Tony
Who everyone should meet
Happy Tiny Tony
Keeps Santa looking neat
When Christmas Eve comes here at last
And all the bags are packed
And Santa knows which boys and girls
Have been good or bad
He’ll stop into Tony’s barbershop
And you’ll hear old Santa say,
A little off the side, a little off the top
For tomorrow is Christmas Day
He’s Tiny Tony
He stands upon the chair
He’s such a little shaver
To take care of Santa’s hair
He’s Tiny Tony
Who everyone should meet
Happy Tiny Tony
Keeps Santa looking neat
Santa’s hair is all in place
His beard is neat and trim
And you can see his jolly face
Because Tony keeps it prim
If you ever visit the North Pole
The pole is quite a sight
For it’s just like a barber pole
It’s painted red and white
He’s Tiny Tony
He stands upon the chair
He’s such a little shaver
To take care of Santa’s hair
He’s Tiny Tony
Who everyone should meet
Happy Tiny Tony
Keeps Santa looking neat.
-A song written by
Bob Bradburn
CHQT Radio Producer
and Host
Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
1967.
One Silent Night
It was a quiet night in 1816
When a young Austrian priest
Joseph Mohr
Went for a walk
Around the village of Oberndorf
In Austria
He looked out over a very quiet
snow-laden town
And the stars glistening
In the frosty heavens above
In his mind’s eye
He saw a beautiful young maiden
Wrapping a newborn babe
In a blanket
In a stable
In the back courtyard
Of an old inn
At the edge of a small town
The young maiden sang the sweetest lullaby
To her young son
He did not understand the words to the song
The young maiden sang
But it was the sweetest melody he had ever heard
He went home and wrote words to the melody
He did not know the words the young maiden sang
But he wrote the words of what he himself
Saw that night
A couple of years later
Franz Zaber Gruber
The choir director
Of Saint Nicholas Church
In Oberndorf
Wrote music to accompany
The words that Father Mohr
Had written to accompany
The melody he heard in his mind
And that Christmas Eve in 1818
At Saint Nicholas Church in Oberndorf
Austrian villagers first heard
The song lyrics and melody
To
Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht
Silent night, holy night.
-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday December 23rd 2020
The Night Before
Christmas Eve 2020.
Italy’s Neo-Stalinist PM Cancels Christmas
This past Friday Italy’s Neo-Stalinist Prime Minister Giuseppe Conte announced a lockdown over Italy that would last from December 24th 2020 to January 6th 2021.
December 24th of course was the Night Before Christmas and January 6th was the Feast of Epiphany- the 12th Day of Christmas.
So Conte in effect would be cancelling all 12 Days of Christmas.
As visions of arsenic placed in bowls of eggnog danced in his head, Conte sipped his wine.
He reflected back to his childhood where Dr. Seuss’ How The Grinch Stole Christmas was his favourite book.
The book however had a sad unhappy ending where the Grinch changed his mind about Christmas.
It would not be the ending he would have chosen had he been the author.
He much prefered the ending of William Shakespeare’s Titus Andronicus where most of the cast had been dismembered and killed by the play’s end.
As he sipped his wine, he raised his glass in a toast.
“Here’s to Rome losing the Faith and becoming the seat of Antichrist,” he smiled.
He was unable to drink the toast as a banana cream pie wound up in his face.
Had he been drinking a Harvey Wallbanger instead of wine, he’d have noticed a 6 foot 8 tall bunny rabbit with big pink floppety ears leaving his study.
. . .
Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster was having a dream (or was it a vision ?) of Bill Gates.
In the dream Bill Gates was sipping a martini stirred not shaken (because he wasn’t cool like James Bond was) and laughing his head off, “Wah! Hah! Hah! People laughed at me when I talked about Covid-21. Wah! Hah! Hah! Just like they laughed at me when I said someday I was going to lose my virginity! Wah! Hah! Hah! Earning my first million changed all that! Wah! Hah! Hah! And now there’s a new variant of Covid-19 in England! Wah! Hah! Hah! And a bunch of broken perfume bottles around London that had once been in the refrigeration unit of the Chinese Embassy! Wah! Hah! Hah! And that obnoxious Renfield R. Renfield’s nation is now under lockdown! Wah! Hah! Hah! Covid-21 is now here!”.
Gates went over to his home bar to stir himself another martini.
Gates sipped his martini, “And now I just found out the origins of the term “conspiracy theory”! Wah! Hah! Hah! It was a term Josef Stalin invented in the 1930s in Soviet Russia to discredit his opponents when they accused him of being up to certain nefarious business. He said such talk was “pure conspiracy theory”. Of course Stalin’s opponents were right but by that time they (Stalin’s opponents) and a whole bunch of people were already dead! Wah! Hah! Hah! Of course people of my generation weren’t taught much history. And people in generations after me were taught even less. I only found that out by reading a geopolitical analyst’s Facebook post from several years back! Wah! Hah! Hah!”.
Gates was so impressed with himself that he swallowed the unpitted olive in his martini and started to choke.
Michelangelo woke up so he couldn’t he tell whether Gates croaked or not.
. . .
Ghost of Orson Welles’ vision of Christmas Day 2020:
And the swirling smoke caused by the Arctic volcano’s eruption looked as if it had come from another galaxy.
Forming a blend of what appeared to be Northern Lights interspersed with the faces of demons, snakes, owls and sinister men.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday December 20th
2020.
Dracul Van Helsing 
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