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Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Saint Nicholas and the Origin of Santa Claus


by Bethel Tafere

How did the kindly Christian saint, good Bishop Nicholas, become a roly-poly red-suited American symbol for merry holiday festivity and commercial activity? History tells the tale.

The first Europeans to arrive in the New World brought St. Nicholas. Vikings dedicated their cathedral to him in Greenland. On his first voyage, Columbus named a Haitian port for St. Nicholas on December 6, 1492. In Florida, Spaniards named an early settlement St. Nicholas Ferry, now known as Jacksonville. However, St. Nicholas had a difficult time during the 16th century Protestant Reformation, which took a dim view of saints. Even though both reformers and counter-reformers tried to stamp out St. Nicholas-related customs, they had very little long-term success except in England where the religious folk traditions were permanently altered. (It is ironic that fervent Puritan Christians began what turned into a trend to a more secular Christmas observance.) Because the common people so loved St. Nicholas, he survived on the European continent as people continued to place nuts, apples, and sweets in shoes left beside beds, on windowsills, or before the hearth.

The first Colonists, primarily Puritans and other Protestant reformers, did not bring Nicholas traditions to the New World. What about the Dutch? Although it is almost universally believed that the Dutch brought St. Nicholas to New Amsterdam, scholars find scant evidence of such traditions in Dutch New Netherland. Colonial Germans in Pennsylvania kept the feast of St. Nicholas, and several later accounts have St. Nicholas visiting New York Dutch on New Years' Eve (New Year gift-giving had become the English custom in 1558, supplanting Nicholas, and this English custom was still found in New York until 1847).

In 1773 New York non-Dutch patriots formed the Sons of St. Nicholas, primarily as a non-British symbol to counter the English St. George societies, rather than to honor St. Nicholas. This society was similar to the Sons of St. Tammany in Philadelphia. Not exactly St. Nicholas, the children's gift-giver.

After the American Revolution, New Yorkers remembered with pride their colony's nearly forgotten Dutch roots. John Pintard, the influential patriot and antiquarian who founded the New York Historical Society in 1804, promoted St. Nicholas as patron saint of both society and city. In January 1809, Washington Irving joined the society and on St. Nicholas Day that same year, he published the satirical fiction, Knickerbocker's History of New York, with numerous references to a jolly St. Nicholas character. This was not the saintly bishop, rather an elfin Dutch burgher with a clay pipe. These delightful flights of imagination are the source of the New Amsterdam St. Nicholas legends: that the first Dutch emigrant ship had a figurehead of St. Nicholas: that St. Nicholas Day was observed in the colony; that the first church was dedicated to him; and that St. Nicholas comes down chimneys to bring gifts. Irving's work was regarded as the "first notable work of imagination in the New World."

The New York Historical Society held its first St. Nicholas anniversary dinner on December 6, 1810. John Pintard commissioned artist Alexander Anderson to create the first American image of Nicholas for the occasion. Nicholas was shown in a gift-giving role with children's treats in stockings hanging at a fireplace. The accompanying poem ends, "Saint Nicholas, my dear good friend! To serve you ever was my end, If you will, now, me something give, I'll serve you ever while I live."

The 19th century was a time of cultural transition. New York writers, and others, wanted to domesticate the Christmas holiday. Christmas of old was not images of families gathered cozily around hearth and tree exchanging pretty gifts and singing carols while smiling benevolently at children. Rather, it was characterized by raucous, drunken mobs roaming streets, damaging property, threatening and frightening the upper classes. The holiday season, coming after harvest when work was eased and more leisure possible was a time when workers and servants took the upper hand, demanding largess and more. At the same time a new understanding of family life and the place of children was also emerging. Childhood was coming to be seen as a stage of life in which greater protection, sheltering, training and education were needed. And so the season came to be tamed, turning toward shops and home. St. Nicholas, too, took on new attributes to fit the changing times.

1821 brought some new elements with publication of the first lithographed book in America, the Children's Friend. This "Sante Claus" arrived from the North in a sleigh with a flying reindeer. The anonymous poem and illustrations proved pivotal in shifting imagery away from a saintly bishop. Sante Claus fit a didactic mode, rewarding good behavior and punishing bad, leaving a "long, black birchen rod . . . directs a Parent's hand to use when virtue's path his sons refuse." Gifts were safe toys, "pretty doll . . . peg-top, or a ball; no crackers, cannons, squibs, or rockets to blow their eyes up, or their pockets. No drums to stun their Mother's ear, nor swords to make their sisters fear; but pretty books to store their mind with knowledge of each various kind." The sleigh itself even sported a bookshelf for the "pretty books." The book also notably marked S. Claus' first appearance on Christmas Eve, rather than December 6th.

The jolly elf image received another big boost in 1823, from a poem destined to become immensely popular, "A Visit from St. Nicholas," now better known as "The Night Before Christmas."

“He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf. . . .”

[courtesy of http://www.stnicholascenter.org/pages/origin-of-santa/]

Tuesday, 6 December 2011

Walkind dead


I was walking in the garden playing with my sister ,suddenly the earth started spinning so fast that ii couldn’t see my sister and then a squeaky sound came from some where it was so loud that it was hurting my ear. I couldn’t hear any thing else. My ear started bleeding and I fainted and fell with a thud sound on the ground. When I woke up, I was lying down in the cemetery; I got scared and worried for my sister, stood up and started looking for her. I saw trees with bleeding hands hanging with the branches. People were sitting in the corner of cemetery drinking, their red eyes met my eyes and they started to run after me. Zombie heads started to pop out from the graves, their eyes squirting blood, one of the blood drops came hit my clothes and it made a hole in my shirt. I started running like Usain Bolt and reached an old, big house.
 IT was creepy and when I opened the door it made a squeaky sound .Its floor was cracked and there were blood foot prints on the wooden floor, I realized it was my sisters footprints .I knew the size of her feet .I was getting weird thoughts .Did somebody eat my sister or is she injured? I got weak and sat on the floor. Then I thought, that it’s my duty to protect my sister. If some thing happens to her I will never forgive myself. I heard my sisters’ voice from under the house, I started to go after the voice and it lead me to a dark basement. There were whistling sounds .I could hear the sounds of trees hitting the window of the old creepy house, I suddenly remembered that my mobile had a flash light, and I put my hand in the pocket and it was not there, I saw flash light at the end of the house and I ran after it.
            MY sister shouted my name and asked for help and I ran hard to reach my sister and entered a new dimension, it was beautiful, there were midgets in tuxedos they were half the size of me. One of them was carrying my sister to a huge castle. I ran after him to take my sister back and all of the sudden all the midgets started to run after me, one of them laughed and his red pointy canines came out. All shouted “game” I got a chill what were they talking about, I asked them they said that they were playing a game which they celebrate every year and we eat a child If our luck is good, one of them told me that if you want to save your sister you have to capture the midget and kill it .I ran after the midget and got an idea and threw a rock at it luckily the rock hit the midgets head and the midget fell down and dropped in a hole and suddenly I went back to the world and the place where I left.
           

Monday, 5 December 2011

The KAS Annual Bazaar is taking place at our KAS Campus. Many antiques will be sold and also:

· Fun & Goodies

· Handcrafts

· Books

· Used Items

· Plants

· and others…..

Please come and join the fun!

Date: Friday, December 9th, 2011

Time: 1pm-6pm

Location: KAS (of course)

Admission: Kids 5 SDG, Adults 10 SDG

Vendor table reservation has a deadline on December 6th, 2011 with a cost of 35 SDG.