O Tannenbaum


We finally got our tree this past Saturday. Phoebe and I decorated it on Sunday. I put on the star, the lights, and the strands of beads.

Then Phoebe put on ornaments while I made dinner.

She put on just about all of the ornaments.

She put some of them way, way up high!

(Phoebe is about 3 and a half feet tall.)

don we now our gay apparel

Neil of Citizen of the Month has posted the 2009 Annual Blogger Christmahanukwanzaakah Online Holiday Concert. And I’ve participated again. Because apparently I like the sound of my own voice.

(This year, I opted to go with a more cheerful carol than last year’s song about dead babies.)

Go have a look. There are pictures, even.

Coventry Carol

When I was growing up, I got to spend quite a few Christmases at my grandmother’s house in Colorado. Each year, she would bring out the collection of Christmas records, and play them on her great big stereo, the kind that’s about the size of a buffet table. It had a phonograph inside that could take a stack of records. I used to enjoy watching the mechanisms in action when it would change records; the arm with the needle would lift and move back slowly, and a single record would be dropped from its position in the stack above the turntable before the arm would reposition itself and lower the needle once more.

I didn’t know any of the identities of the albums in the Christmas stack, but I know at least some of these were recordings of chorale ensembles that included my grandfather. (He was a baritone, I believe.) I loved the songs from those albums, which included traditional carols as well as more “modern” holiday songs. I knew most of the songs from other places, whether it was “Silent Night” or “The Little Drummer Boy.” But there were two favorite songs that I never heard anywhere other than on my grandmother’s phonograph: “I Wonder as I Wander” and “Coventry Carol.”

“Coventry Carol” was always a particular favorite. I have always been a sucker for a melancholy tune in a minor key, even though I couldn’t have told you what that was when I was 7 or 8. For that matter, I didn’t know what it was called. It just sounded so pretty to me, so lullaby-like, with its “by by lu-lee lu-lay” and “little tiny child.”

It wasn’t until a few years ago that I rediscovered this song, having used the magic of the internet to track down the song title. A couple of versions made their way onto my Christmas playlists, shuffling in with the cheery holiday tunes and more somber traditional carols. It’s still one of my favorites.

I recently looked up the lyrics to the song, having never really listened to them.

Lullay, Thou little tiny Child,
By, by, lully, lullay.
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child.
By, by, lully, lullay.

I had always assumed, as I think most people hearing the song at Christmastime do, that the “little tiny Child” was the baby Jesus. Really, though, the song is from a 16th century pageant from Coventry, England, about the Slaughter of the Innocents, in which King Herod is said to have ordered the murder of young male children in Bethlehem:

In The Pageant of the Shearmen and Tailors, this gentle lullaby was sung by the women of Bethlehem to their babies, urging them to “Be still, be still, my little child,” just before the unwilling soldiers of King Herod came to slaughter their infants in Herod’s attempt to eliminate a competitor, the newborn King of the Jews. In the liturgical calendar, those children are commemorated on December 28, the Feast of the Holy Innocents.

It’s hard for me to express how this story affects me now that I am a mother, and especially with a new baby. I sometimes get choked up singing some of the lines, when I pay attention to the words, as I imagine mothers grieving the loss of their small children.

Herod the King, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day;
His men of might, in his own sight,
All children young, to slay.

Many believe that the Slaughter of Innocents was fictitious. Whether or not that story is true, it is sadly true that there have been far too many times, both in ancient and recent history, when young children have fallen victim to the senseless tides of war and politics. Thousands of innocents die each year from violence or from hunger or from preventable poverty-related illness¹. And countless mothers and fathers forever mourn their loss:

Then woe is me, poor child, for thee,
And ever mourn and say;
For thy parting, nor say nor sing,
By, by, lully, lullay.²

So now I see the Coventry Carol, the beautiful lullaby of a Christmas song from my childhood, as a song of mourning and remembrance. I see it also as a reminder that there is much work still to be done to protect the lives of the innocents.

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¹ According to Unicef, “25,000 children die every day from preventable causes.”

² Typically, the lyrics show the words “Thee” and “Child” capitalized, as if referencing a deity. However, I choose to leave them here in lower case, as I feel the words better represent the common children about whom the song was written. Full lyrics can be found at sites such as this one.

Note: I drafted this post about a week ago, in conjunction with my contribution of a song to the 2008 Blogger Christmahanukwanzaakah Online Holiday Concert, at Citizen of the Month. It seemed a bit gloomy to post in conjunction with Neil’s festive event, so I decided to hold off. Today, December 28th, is the Feast of the Holy Innocents, which seems a fitting date to beat you over the head with my gloominess.

Incidentally, I saw another post about Coventry Carol just yesterday, “The Children of Coventry’s Carol” at The Task at Hand, a thoughtful and beautifully reflective essay.

lie to me

It’s about 1:00 a.m. now. Technically Christmas Day, though still really the night before. I had hoped to find time to post a bit earlier today, but who am I kidding. I didn’t find a chance to take a shower till after 10:00. At night.

I’ve just finished my wrapping and stocking stuffing, and should be heading to bed. But I’ve been wanting to at least jot down a few words about this lying business.

Because, you see, I have now lied to my daughter.

I suppose I have hidden various things from her, such as gobbling up a cookie when she wasn’t paying attention. But this is the first time that I have outright lied to her, and planned out actions solely designed to deceive her. I think you’re probably familiar with the lie. I’m talking about Santa.

I don’t remember when exactly I stopped believing in Santa. I’m quite sure that I did believe in him, but I don’t remember any sort of trauma or dramatic revelation that it was all a sham.

Actually, I remember thinking of it as more of a charade. I knew there was no Santa and I knew that the adults in my family knew there was no Santa. But it was important to me to behave as if there really was a Santa. And more importantly, I wanted the adults to continue the charade. I remember getting really annoyed when they would slip up and say things that would have tipped me off to the nonexistence of Santa had I not already known about it.

There were a couple of years in particular, when I was 9 and 10, when I got angry that I could actually hear the stocking stuffing going on. “Hello? I’m not even asleep yet! I can hear you!” Not that I would have said anything. Because confrontation would have grossly violated the rules of the game, as I saw it.

Okay, I have to go to bed. A little girl is probably going to come dragging me out of bed at some obscenely early time. But I have to say, I’m a little bit looking forward to carrying on the charade with a new generation.

Update: John sent me this related comic this morning, which gives me some additional ideas for deception. (And he hadn’t even read my post!)

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If you want another story about Santa-related lies, go see Neil’s post at Citizen of the Month: “I believed in Santa Claus.” Anyone else have a story to share?

(By the way, I don’t expect to have any time to put up a Themed Things list. After our Christmas morning rituals, we’ll be heading down to the in-laws. But you never know.)

the hunting of the tree

My mother is out for a visit, so I haven’t had much time for blogging. But I did want to share some photos.

We went to get a Christmas tree yesterday from our local tree farm. The farm is actually about 2 miles down the road from us, and we pass it on the way to Phoebe’s daycare. Remarkably, though, this was the first year we’ve managed to go there for a tree. (We’ve been there for blueberry picking, though.) We don’t always get a tree, since we tend to travel for Christmas. And then the times when we have gotten a tree, we’ve gone too late for the tree farm. (They seem to close for the season about a week before Christmas.)

Anyhow, it was a lot of fun. We had our first snow of the season overnight, so things were looking particularly wintery and festive.

Me with Theo bundled in the bjorn and a blanket. (Photo taken by my mother.)
Me with Theo bundled in the bjorn and a blanket. (Photo taken by my mother.)

My mother and Phoebe head out to find a tree.
My mother and Phoebe head out to find a tree.
Hunting the tree.
Hunting the tree.
Sawing the tree.
Sawing the tree.
Pulling the tree.
Pulling the tree.
Pulling the tree.
Pulling the tree.
Tagging the tree.
Tagging the tree.

Finally, here’s the video I like to call “shaking the tree.” (Alternately, you may prefer to watch this YouTube of a different Shaking the Tree.)

It’s a Wonderful Knife

Watching The Nutcracker is a long-time favorite Christmastime utensil tradition in many homes. But did you know that there are plenty of other excellent holiday specials and movies about utensils?

Lesser-known Holiday Utensil Shows

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  • It’s a Wonderful Knife
  • Frosty the Soupspoon
  • Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Strainer
  • All I Want Fork Christmas
  • The Baster Christmas Pageant Ever
  • Santa Claus Is Comin’ to Tongs
  • How the Grinch Stole Chopsticks
  • Spatula on 34th Street
  • The Ladle Drummer Boy
  • I’ll Be Home for Cheese Grater
  • The Sporks of St. Mary’s
  • Whisks in Toyland
  • It Came Upon the Midnight Peeler
  • Yes Virginia, There Is a Garlic Press
  • the ornaments I made

    Here are some of the ornaments I mentioned making in my last post.

    These ornaments are made from hammered copper and brass, with accents of wire of various metals, and glass beads.

    triangle drop 1 blue drop
    garland tree squiggle tree small burst
    tiered tree hollow tree flame drop
    mesh burst mesh burst detail

    Here are a few hammered spirals that didn’t yet make it to the finished ornament stage. But I like the way they look.

    spirals in hand

    Photos by John.