December 10, 2018
A few years ago we spent Christmas in Canada.
For the first time a lot of the traditions we’ve imported from the northern hemisphere made sense there in a way they don’t here.
Our family accepted long ago that we’re in the Southern Hemisphere and our Christmas celebrations reflect that – keeping them simple and summery.
Beef + Lamb NZ is doing it’s best to foster the spirit of a southern Christmas:
December 24, 2017
It used to take years to get from one Christmas to the other, I’m not sure if it’s even been weeks since the last one.
But however quickly it’s come, it is Christmas Eve.
Thank you to all who read and especially to those of you who add to the conversations.
Wishing you all the joys of Christmas and may 2018 be especially kind to you and yours.
December 6, 2014
It used to take years to get from one Christmas to another.
I don’t think it’s even been weeks since the last one.
But here we are counting down to this one with the first candle of advent having been lit.
The credit for the wreath goes to Jonell’s Florist in Oamaru who make me one each year.
Everyone has been different, all have been beautiful.
December 24, 2013
A sorry 5/12 in NZ History Online’s Christmas quiz – most questions are pretty obscure, would help to read the references first.
December 24, 2012
Just back from my last trip to town before Christmas and keeping to the spirit of our keeping-it-simple celebration managed to get round the supermarket with only a basket.
There’s just a bit of tidying up to do at home then tomorrow with extended family to look forward to.
Thanks to all of you who read, extra special thanks for all who leave a comment which adds to the interest of the blog, and blogging.
May your Christmas be happy and may 2013 be kind to you and yours.
If you want some pre-Christmas reading, I commend Remembering the Night: Christmas Story 2012 at Bowalley Road.
December 24, 2011
Jim Hopkins begins his column Silent Night voice of our history:
The spirituality of Christmas has been heedlessly stripped away by the Caesars of our age … It was playing on the wireless last week, Justin Bieber’s version of Silent Night, and no matter how soppy the singer, the song still cuts, every time, like love, to the quick. There are always tears in the tune and a lifetime in its lines.
Silent Night is the song of Christmas. There’s so much inside it. The melody floats and soars and lives in the Gothic nave of our imagination, stirring something in us we’d forgotten was there. . .
And concludes it:
. . . But that will happen only if we acknowledge the character and history of Christmas and allow some part of the holy day into the holiday. And that’s all but gone now. The spirituality of Christmas has been heedlessly stripped away by the Caesars of our age, who would have no rendering except to themselves. Officially, like or not, this is still a Christian country, yet our politicians – and the media they control on our behalf – cannot summon the will to make any reference to 2000 years of tradition and belief. We have come to a contrary pass when those who assert the sanctity of taonga in one breath will so casually forsake it in the next.
Still, Silent Night survives. To goad, comfort, challenge and console. As memory and star, it is the song of Christmas. Sing it.
The bits in between are worth reading too.
December 25, 2010
“To your enemy, forgiveness.
To an opponent, tolerance.
To a friend, your heart.
To a customer, service.
To all, charity.
To every child, a good example.
To yourself, respect.”
– Oren Arnold –