The Night of Saint Nicholas

December 6, 2021 at 9:28 pm (Christmas, Culture, Folklore, History, Personal essays) (, , , , , , , , , )

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

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December Woman In White

December 1, 2021 at 9:15 pm (Poetry) (, , , )

December Woman In White

Narnia a land where it was always winter
But never Christmas
C.S. Lewis once wrote

it seems should be a depressing month
A month where the nights are long
And darkness should abide the land

But Christmas has lights on Christmas trees
And warm wine and chilled ale
And frosty eggnog
And glasses of punch
Served fresh from the punch bowl
And music and song
And wrapped presents and bows
Under the Christmas tree
And children’s eyes lit up with wonder
As it seems magic dances
On the frosty landscape

But for Edgar Allan Poe
It was the bleak December
Where strangers rap at one’s chamber door
turning out to be stately ravens crying “Nevermore”
Bringing back sad memories of the long lost Lenore

So it is every year at this time
Christmas joy vs. the bleak December
It is only in remembering the Christ child
That Christmas joy arises
Otherwise it’s just a senseless spending spree
An evening of gluttony often spent with relatives one can’t stand
And then when the presents are open and the guests gone
A feeling of emptiness sets in

Ravens rapping at the chamber door crying “Nevermore”
Might be far more preferrable
And less a bleak December
Than the commercialism of forced-fed happiness
Which is like a vaccine that could kill you
But everyone in authority urges you to take it.

Born originally in a city
Where a satanic looking T-Rex statue dominates one side of the valley
And the statue of Christ of the Badlands dominates the other
He now resides in a trailer in a trailer park
Where a kitten called Samson sleeps on the empty bunk bed above him
And then crawls down in the middle of the night to sleep at his feet
And then lays on his stomach during the afternoon as he watches old black and white movies on his tablet
And the kitten watches the movies with him
Occasionally reaching out to touch the people on the screen
And wonders why they’re not there

Neo-Stalinist demagogues wanting everyone to take the poison of the vaccine
Talk of a dark winter coming
While 2000 years earlier an angel said to shepherds,
“Behold I bring you tidings of great joy”
A king in Jerusalem was the arbiter of death
A babe in Bethlehem was the giver of life
Death vs. Life, Lies vs. the truth,
Darkness vs. The Light,
So it has always been
So it shall always be
Until Christ’s 2nd coming in glory.

For this mysterious woman who haunts his dreams
This December Woman In White

She awaits the joy of Christmas
As does he
While a “bleak December” turns to ashes
Like the embers in his old wood stove
In the trailer.

-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday December 1st 2021.

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Towards Christmas

November 25, 2021 at 8:50 pm (Christmas, Poetry) (, , )

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

Veronica Lake longs for Christmas
Rather than a dark winter

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One Line Poetic Reflection After Having Watched A Hallmark Christmas Romance Movie This Evening

November 27, 2020 at 11:36 pm (Commentary, Inspiration, Life, love, Poetry, Romance) (, , , )

A Christmas snowfall is God’s gentle baptism of the Earth in the darkest of winter.

-Christopher Dracul Van Helsing

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Haiku About The Tree In Winter

January 3, 2015 at 12:13 am (Inspiration, Nature, Poetry) (, , , )

Haiku About The Tree In Winter

– written by Christopher
Friday January 2nd

The tree in winter
stands desolate and forlorn
yet will bloom in spring

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Haiku About Jack Frost

December 8, 2013 at 4:38 pm (Poetry) (, , , , )

Haiku About Jack Frost

A cold December
Jack Frost nipping at our nose
our pain his dessert

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Frozen Streets of A Frozen City

November 19, 2011 at 11:30 pm (Poetry) (, , )

Frozen snow
frozen air
frozen breath
frozen feet with frozen toes
walking these frozen streets
of a frozen northern city
longing for a beach so pretty
out in the warm tropical sun
me and my love having fun
as I stand and watch the icy frost gleam
I realize I can but dream. I can but dream.

-A poem written by Christopher Van Helsing
on a frozen Saturday evening
with temperatures of minus 21 degrees Celsius
Saturday night, November 19th 2011.

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