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Christmas in Washington, D.C., 1862

On December 1, 1862, Abraham Lincoln sent a long message to Congress which was largely routine, but ended with these famous words:

Is it doubted, then, that the plan I propose, if adopted, would shorten the war, and thus lessen its expenditure of money and of blood? Is it doubted that it would restore the national authority and national prosperity, and perpetuate both indefinitely? Is it doubted that we here–Congress and Executive–can secure its adoption? Will not the good people respond to a united, and earnest appeal from us? Can we, can they, by any other means, so certainly, or so speedily, assure these vital objects? We can succeed only by concert. It is not “can any of us imagine better?” but, “can we all do better?” The dogmas of the quiet past, are inadequate to the stormy present. The occasion is piled high with difficulty, and we must rise — with the occasion. As our case is new, so we must think anew, and act anew. We must disenthrall ourselves, and then we shall save our country.

Fellow-citizens, we cannot escape history. We of this Congress and this administration, will be remembered in spite of ourselves. No personal significance, or insignificance, can spare one or another of us. The fiery trial through which we pass, will light us down, in honor or dishonor, to the latest generation. We say we are for the Union. The world will not forget that we say this. We know how to save the Union. The world knows we do know how to save it. We — even we here — hold the power, and bear the responsibility. In giving freedom to the slave, we assure freedom to the free — honorable alike in what we give, and what we preserve. We shall nobly save, or meanly lose, the last best hope of earth. Other means may succeed; this could not fail. The way is plain, peaceful, generous, just — a way which, if followed, the world will forever applaud, and God must forever bless.

Christmas with Mark Twain, c.1897

Mark Twain was born on November 30, 1835.

“The approach of Christmas brings harrassment and dread to many excellent people. They have to buy a cart-load of presents, and they never know what to buy to hit the various tastes; they put in three weeks of hard and anxious work, and when Christmas morning comes they are so dissatisfied with the result, and so disappointed that they want to sit down and cry. Then they give thanks that Christmas comes but once a year.”
Following the Equator

“It is my heart-warm and world-embracing Christmas hope and aspiration that all of us, the high, the low, the rich, the poor, the admired, the despised, the loved, the hated, the civilized, the savage (every man and brother of us all throughout the whole earth), may eventually be gathered together in a heaven of everlasting rest and peace and bliss, except the inventor of the telephone.” From Caroline Harnsberger’s Mark Twain at Your Fingertips.

Here’s hoping that your Christmas season celebration turns out to be less stressful and harassing than Mr. Twain’s seemed to be. What would he say about cell phones and email?

Hymn of the Week: The First Noel the Angel Did Say

Lyrics: Unknown, of Cornish origin, 1400’s(?).

Music: Traditional English Melody from W. Sandy’s Christmas Carols, 1833.

Theme: Rejoice greatly, O Daughter of Zion!
Shout, Daughter of Jerusalem!
See, your King comes to you,
righteous and having salvation,
gentle and riding on a donkey,
on a colt, the foal of a donkey.
Zechariah 9:9

In the 1956 Baptist Hymnal, the one I grew up with, the section of Christmas carols begins on page 63 with The First Noel. When I was a girl , The First Noel was my favorite Christmas carol. I liked the word “noel” (not “nowell”). I liked the picture of the shepherds and the wise men looking up and following the same Christmas star. I liked the song of praise for God’s creation and his redemption of mankind that made up the final verse.

Kenneth W. Osbeck: The repetition of the joyous “noel” in the refrain is equivalent to our singing out “happy birthday” to someone.

Ace Collins, Stories Behind the Best-Loved Songs of Christmas: “In England, The First Noel was sung each year by many peasants as they lit the Yule log. THerefore, this became the song that started the entire Christmas season. Especially for children, this carol meant the beginning of the most wonderful time of the year. Down through the ages the tradition of the Yule log arried with it the music of this folk carol. Though its words and music were not written down, The First Noel survived.”

IMG_1427.JPGThe first Noel the angels did say
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay;
In fields where they lay, keeping their sheep,
On a cold winter’s night that was so deep:
Refrain:
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

They lookèd up and saw a star,
Shining in the east, beyond them far:
And to the earth it gave great light,
And so it continued both day and night:

And by the light of that same star,
Three Wise Men came from country far;
To seek for a King was their intent,
And to follow the star whersoever it went:

This star drew nigh to the north-west;
O’er Bethlehem it took its rest;
And there it did both stop and stay
Right over the place where Jesus lay:

Then entered in those Wise Men three,
Fell reverently upon their knee,
And offered there in his presence,
Their gold and myrrh and frankincense:

Then let us all with one accord
Sing praises to our heavenly Lord
That hath made heaven and earth of nought,
And with his blood mankind hath bought.

Christmas in Concord, Massachusetts, 1863

Louisa May Alcott was born on November 29, 1832.

“Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.

“It’s so dreadful to be poor!” sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress.

“I don’t think it’s fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all,” added little Amy, with an injured sniff.

“We’ve got Father and Mother, and each other,” said Beth contentedly from her corner.

The four young faces on which the firelight shone brightened at the cheerful words, but darkened again as Jo said sadly, “We haven’t got Father, and shall not have him for a long time.” She didn’t say “perhaps never,” but each silently added it, thinking of Father far away, where the fighting was.

Nobody spoke for a minute; then Meg said in an altered tone, “You know the reason Mother proposed not having any presents this Christmas was because it is going to be a hard winter for everyone; and she thinks we ought not to spend money for pleasure, when our men are suffering so in the army. We can’t do much,but we can make our little sacrifices, and ought to do it gladly. But I am afraid I don’t” And Meg shook her head,as she thought regretfully of all the pretty things she wanted.

“But I don’t think the little we should spend would do any good. We’ve each got a dollar, and the army wouldn’t be much helped by our giving that. I agree not to expect anything from Mother or you, but I do want to buy UNDINE AND SINTRAM for myself. I’ve wanted it so long,” said Jo, who was a bookworm.

“I planned to spend mine in new music,” said Beth, with a little sigh, which no one heard but the hearth brush and kettle holder.

“I shall get a nice box of Faber’s drawing pencils. I really need them,” said Amy decidedly.

“Mother didn’t say anything about our money, and she won’t wish us to give up everything. Let’s each buy what we want, and have a little fun. I’m sure we work hard enough to earn it,” cried Jo, examining the heels of her shoes in a gentlemanly manner.

Christmas in Independence, Missouri, 1949

On December 24, 1949, President Harry Truman sent Christmas greetings to the nation by radio from his home in Independence, Missouri:

Once more I have come out to Independence to celebrate Christmas with my family. We are back among old friends and neighbors around our own fireside. . . . Let us not on this Christmas, in our enjoyment of the abundance with which Providence has endowed us, forget those who, because of the cruelty of war, have no shelter–those multitudes for whom, in the phrase of historic irony, there is no room in the inn.

In this blessed season, let not blind passion darken our counsels. We shall not solve a moral question by dodging it. We can scarcely hope to have a full Christmas if we turn a deaf ear to the suffering of even the least of Christ’s little ones.

Since returning home, I have been reading again in our family Bible some of the passages which foretold this night. It was that grand old seer Isaiah who prophesied in the Old Testament the sublime event which found fulfillment almost 2,000 years ago. Just as Isaiah foresaw the coming of Christ, so another battler for the Lord, St. Paul, summed up the law and the prophets in a glorification of love which he exalts even above both faith and hope.

We miss the spirit of Christmas if we consider the Incarnation as an indistinct and doubtful, far-off event unrelated to our present problems. We miss the purport of Christ’s birth if we do not accept it as a living link which joins us together in spirit as children of the ever-living and true God. In love alone–the love of God and the love of man–will be found the solution of all the ills which afflict the world today. Slowly, sometimes painfully, but always with increasing purpose, emerges the great message of christianity: only with wisdom comes joy, and with greatness comes love.

In the spirit of the Christ Child–as little children with joy in our hearts and peace in our souls–let us, as a nation, dedicate ourselves anew to the love of our fellowmen. In such a dedication we shall find the message of the Child of Bethlehem, the real meaning of Christmas.
Taken from The American Patriot’s Almanac, compiled by William J. Bennett and John T.E. Cribb. Semicolon review here.

Read the entire speech.

Free Audiobook

From now through Thanksgiving Day, Audible.com is giving away one FREE audiobook (no credit card required). This event ends November 26, 2009, at 11:59 PM.

I downloaded Alice in Wonderland for Z-baby; I’m planning to burn it to a CD and add it to her Christmas present. Scroll down about three posts for more audiobook giving suggestions.

To get your free audiobook, try this link and let me know if it works.

Giving Books: Audiobooks Are Books, Too

Bill at Thinklings spotlighted this new production from Focus on the Family Radio Theater:

You can purchase The Screwtape Letters (audiobook dramatized performance)here or here. I’ve definitely got this one on my list for someone who shall remain nameless. (If you’re on my giving list, and you want it, you’d better get your request in soon. Otherwise, I may give it to myself!)

We’ve been listening to lots of audiobooks around here since Z-baby (age eight) can’t read at anywhere near the level she can understand. A few of her favorites, played, repeated and almost memorized, have been:
The Complete Chronicles of Narnia, Focus on the Family Radio Theater production.
Because of Winn-Dixie by Kate DiCamillo, narrated by Cherry Jones. Read Aloud Thursday interview with Z-Baby.
Betsy-Tacy by Maud Hart Lovelace, narrated by Sutton Foster. Read Aloud Thursday Interview with Z-Baby.
From the MIxed-up FIles of Mrs. Basil M. Frankweiler by E.L. Konigsburg. Narrated by Jan Miner. Read Aloud Thursday Interview with Z-Baby and Betsy-Bee.
Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery. Focus on the Family Radio Theater.
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. Focus on the Family Radio Theater.
The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. Focus on the Family Radio Theater.

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Poetry Friday: Giving Thanks

We plow the fields, and scatter
The good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered
By God’s almighty hand;
He sends the snow in winter,
The warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes and the sunshine,
And soft refreshing rain.

He only is the Maker
Of all things near and far;
He paints the wayside flower,
He lights the evening star;
The winds and waves obey him,
By him the birds are fed;
Much more to us, his children,
He gives our daily bread.

Refugee Thanksgiving


We thank thee, then, O Father,
For all things bright and good,
The seedtime and the harvest,
Our life, our health, our food:
No gifts have we to offer
For all thy love imparts,
But that which thou desirest,
Our humble, thankful hearts.

By Matthias Claudius in German, translated by Jane Montgomery-Campbell.

And that’s simple enough, plain enough, to do without any commentary on my part. Happy Thanksgiving!

Poetry Friday this week is hosted by Julie Larios at The Drift Record.

Giving Books: For the nieces and other girls in your life

The Anchoress has a post up about her Christmas shopping thus far, and she asks for book suggestions for her nieces, ages eight and twelve who have “some reading disabilities.” I’m inspired to make this list of possible gift ideas for all of you who have similar girl-type people to buy for this Christmas.

For an eight year old girl:
Alvin Ho: Allergic to GIrls, School, and Other Scary Things by Lenore Look. Semicolon review here.
Alvin Ho: Allergic to Camping, Hiking and Other Natural Disasters by Lenore Look.
Dessert First by Halllie Durand. Semicolon review here.
Ruby Flips for Attention by Derrick Barnes. (or any of the Ruby books)
Clementine’s Letter by Sara Pennypacker. (or any of the Clementine books) Semicolon review here.
Moxy Maxwell Does Not Love Stuart Little by Peggy Gifford. Semicolon review here.

For a twelve year old girl:
Extra Credit by Andrew Clements.
The Penderwicks by Jeanne Birdsall. Semicolon review here.
I’d Tell You I Love You, But Then I’d Have to Kill You by Ally Carter.
Any Which Wall by Laurel Snyder.
Sisters of the Sword by Maya Snow.

These are some fairly recent titles that I think would work well for the age groups indicated and would not be too difficult for a reader with some learning challenges. They could also be read aloud by a parent or other caring adult, maybe just the first few chapters to get a girl started.

Classics that are on the easy side as far as readability for eight to twelve year old girls include The Boxcar Children books by Gertrude Chandler Warner, Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White, Ramona the Pest by Beverly Cleary, Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder, and Sarah Plain and Tall by Patricia Maclachlan.

Really easy reader series that are excellent are:
Frog and Toad by Arnold Lobel.
Oliver and Amanda by Jean van Leeuwen.
Amelia Bedelia by Peggy Parish.
Henry and Mudge by Cynthia Rylant.

I love recommending books, so if any of you have a gift recipient of a different age or gender, or if your gift-ee has a particular interest, anything from baseball to fantasy to card tricks (Karate Kid’s recent obsession), ask in the comments, and I’ll see if I can recommend some books for Christmas or for any time you want to give a book.