Hold Your Horses. It’s Christmas!

Do you remember the item I told you a year ago at this time about the two men, Art Hebel and Bill Nichols who were boyhood friends whose only communication through the years, since 1949, was the same Christmas card they would send back and forth to each other? Well, I was hoping there would be a follow up to that story for this year, but, alas, there isn’t. So, I’m going to use my imagination and say the card made another trip through the mail to it’s rebound recipient.

While we’re on the subject of Christmas cards, and, you know, no holiday would be complete if I didn’t offer some historical background on it. Sir Henry Cole, who worked for the British Postal Service back in 1843 was the creator of the first Christmas card. He hired an artist to create three scenes for it. In the center a family sat around the dinner table. On the left, the hungry were being fed and on the right, the impoverished were being clothed. And the greeting “A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you” was written on it. Yeah, he was the creator…right. And he doesn’t even mention the artist’s name. That’s a nice charitable Christmastime how-do-you-do!

And mistletoe has several stories of origin. The Celts believed mistletoe was a charm to ward off the fear of thunder and lightning. The Norse believed the plant was a symbol of peace; Battling warriors who met under its green leaves would not fight and warring couples would kiss and make up. Other European cultures believed it aided in fertility and acted as an aphrodisiac, which explains why peeps become so smitten under it. Peeps? Those marshmallowy little chickens? What?

What do you do when you fall off a horse? You get back on. What do you do when a horse falls? Eat chicken.  Horse is a traditional dish in France and has been, according to some historians, since about 1807 during the Battle of Eylau, when the chief surgeon of Napoleon’s army advised famished soldiers to feast on fallen horses. It’s even said the cavalry used their breastplates to cook them in. But now, after years of animal rights activists’ campaigns, such as the poster from the Fondation Brigitte Bardot depicting a riding school horse, Caramel, being reflected in a knife blade. The group is going to continue until people stop eating horse. Last year, 15,820, with over 7,000 having been imported to France, were killed for their meat. But another reason horse is losing favor with French palates is the economy. Even though horsemeat is a relatively inexpensive meat, the financial crisis is driving more people to eat buy more chicken.

Well, that was a fun little Christmas story, wasn’t it?

I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph ~ Shirley Temple.

Something went wrong in jet crash, expert says.

I don’t think I’ll be blogging tomorrow, so let me take a minute to wish you all a very merry and joyous Christmas. I’ll be back on Monday with some nonsense or other and possibly to tell you whether Santa thought I was a good boy or not.

Before I put a wrap on this blog, I have two more things for you. The first is a video to a funny parody of a Christmas classic. Some of the images in the video may not go along with the lyrics, but it’s still funny nonetheless. And then click on the Christmas dog below that for something truly touching. My sister sent it to me and I had to share it with everyone.




For hardcore fans of this song, here is another video done by Faye McKay: The Twelve Daze of Christmas.


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One Response to “Hold Your Horses. It’s Christmas!”

  1. Melissa Says:

    Okay, I almost burst into tears about the dog thing! Cuuuuute! But really, I am way too emotional … it’s Santa visiting a dog … cute but nothing to cry about.

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