
I couldnt find the digital camera anywhere (something to be remedied before the big day methinks)... and so I couldnt show off the christmas tree ish decoration we made out of a large chunk of the menacing overgrown shrub with the red berries outside our front door. This may not sound like much compared to mince pies and etc but firstly the branch I went for was over an inch thick and tough as iron with it & I couldnt find the hacksaw anywhere - secondly it turned out to have sharp spikes all over it as long as your little fingers & thirdly the little branch I cut off turned out to be so big I had to drag it up the stairs on its back. It's now hanging from the balcony over our living room festooned with lights, christmas balls & stuff. Some of the redness of red berries is my blood, but that's all part of the pagan wonder that is yuletide.
I worked on a 'Christmas brief' for amazon a few years ago and found out that the sanitised family around the tree version we have now was introduced by the Victorians to get drunken rioters/revellers off the streets. Before that this festival was a sort of north european version of mardi gras; so basically a very drunk and disordery few days. But father christmas himself dates back at least as far as Wotan who legend has it used to send his ravens out to see if the children had been good; if they hadnt their eyes would be pecked out, which certainly would have added a bit of edge to the build up of excitement i'd have thought. I was just searching for a link to all this to share and found this which is more amusing in many ways (& hence the pic):
"The Sami have a custom of feeding fly agaric to their deer and collecting the urine to drink. The reindeer's digestive system metabolises the more poisonous components of the toadstool, leaving urine with the hallucinogenic and psychotropic elements of the fungus intact. Drinking the urine gives a 'high' similar to taking LSD. Under the hallucinatory effects of the drink, the Sami thought their reindeer were flying through space, looking down on the world. The reindeers' liking for the toadstool hallucinogens are such that they, in turn, have been known to eat the snow on which intoxicated humans have urinated, creating a reciprocating cycle. When the first missionaries reached Lapland they heard stories of such reindeer flight, and integrated those tales into the existing Christmas folklore of Western cultures concerning Saint Nicholas."
No idea if that's true but it's even funnier if someone took the trouble to make it up.
Anyway Christmas is apporaching & I am only rambling on because it is a no-change time of year. Lots of traditions like counting down an advent calendar and fielding requests to Santa from a four year old for things like "a real light sabre, not one of those toy ones, but a real one like Luke Skywalker uses".
Being basically freelance I havent been to any of the lavish agency do's that have kept half the people I know & work with hungover most of the month. I am going out with the missus tomorrow night for an 'office xmas party' (thats certainly what it will say on the tax return). And am looking forward to coffee morning friday, maybe followed by a swift pint and mince pie, with any bloggers still in london towne.
Merry Christmas one and all! And a Pledgeful new year.
(I can hardly make any resolutions myself but it should be peak season for this blog....)
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