Be like a train; go in the rain,

go in the sun, go in the storm,

go in the dark tunnels!

Be like a train;

concentrate on your road

and go with no hesitation!
~Mehmet Murat ildan

Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life.

It turns what we have into enough...

.........and more.

It turns denial into acceptance,
chaos to order, confusion to clarity.

It can turn a meal into a feast,

a house into a home,

a stranger into a friend.

~Melody Beattie

Don't be satisfied with stories,

how things have gone with others.

***Unfold your own myth.***

I hope you will go out and let stories,

that is life, happen to you, and that

you will work with these stories . . .

water them with your blood &

tears & your laughter till they bloom,

till you yourself burst into bloom.

~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Saturday, 17 December 2016

Christmas in Oxford

Christmas is a season for
kindling the fire for
hospitality in the hall,
the genial flame of
charity in the heart.
~Washington Irving

Illuminated bicycles fly high
over Oxford's High Street.

Oxmas Week
Christmas begins a little early in Oxford, usually by the third week of November, when the students are preparing for the end the Michaelmas Term and soon to be heading home for the Christmas holiday. The last week of the autumn term is also called "Oxmas Week", when the students condense all of their holiday merry-making into one week. Advent carol services and special Christmas dinners are repeated thirty-eight times over in each of the colleges that make up Oxford University. Christmas trees suddenly are everywhere--college quads, dining halls, junior common rooms, and the Bodleian Library.

To top it off, even the most academic and serious students will wear a Christmas jumper, each more colourful and outrageous than the next. The ironic wearing of the hideous Christmas jumper has found its spiritual home in Oxford.

It's difficult not to become infected with the spirit of Oxmas week--which is fine by me. These are traditions and customs that go back centuries and they spill out onto all of Oxford. For me, Christmas used to begin with Thanksgiving in the U.S., but now it begins with Oxmas week.

The earth has grown old
with its burden of care, 
But at Christmas it
always is young.... 
~Phillips Brooks

A Christmas tree lights the
quad of Magdalen College.

The tree lighting the main
entrance of Trinity College,

A beautiful moment just
before a carol service
was about to begin in
the chapel of New College.

The public is welcome at
most of the carol services
in the college chapels.

The Oxford 
Christmas Light Festival

Oxford's public Christmas celebrations begin at the end of November with a Christmas Light Festival. This year it was held from the 25th to the 28th of November. If you're planning a trip to Oxford next year, why not make it a Christmas holiday visit? Click on any of the links provided below to find out more. 

2013 Parade of Lights, 
High Street, Oxford
More information at: 

Oxford's Christmas Market

Broad street hosts over 75 stalls, 
selling hot drinks, festive food, gifts, arts, 
and crafts. There's also a Victorian 
carousel and a children's area
with Santa and his reindeer in
residence at certain times.

This year's schedule was:

Thursday-Saturday - 10am to 8pm
Sunday-Wednesday - 10am to 7pm
Sunday, Dec. 18th - 10am to 6pm

Broad Street


Oxford Christmas Market

The German inspired wooden huts line Broad Street, decorated with greens and lights. Every few feet there is mulled wine or cider, and good things to eat. I love that I can walk home from the grocery store or bank, and stop for a mulled wine on a chilly winter afternoon, just as the sun sets. There are handmade gifts, vintage wares and Christmas decorations. For shopping small and shopping local, a Christmas market is the perfect place.

This is the 'Jack' ornament I bought
from the market hut below. It's a
perfect likeness, so he had to
come home with me.

I don't think it's possible to walk through
a Christmas market and not feel full of
good cheer and hope for mankind.

Whatever else be lost among the years,
Let us keep Christmas still a shining
thing; Whatever doubts assail us, or
what fears, Let us hold close one day,
remembering Its poignant meaning
for the hearts of men. Let us get back
our childlike faith again. 
~Grace Noll Crowell

There are warming wool hats....

....and bright baubles full
of Christmas cheer.

There's a bustling, festive
spirit, all surrounded by
Oxford's timeless beauty.

Oxford's Covered Market

The Covered Market in Oxford, which is between Market Street & the High Street, and Cornmarket & Turl Street, has been serving Oxford continually since 1774. It still houses the butcher, the baker and even the candlestick maker, but florists, a cake shop, cafes, jewellery and charity shops have been added. Christmas is the best time of the year in the Covered Market.

A post-box for mailing letters to
Father Christmas, with the scent
of fresh Christmas trees in the air.

By the time Christmas rolls around,
the rafters are filled with turkey, duck
and geese; while venison and boar
hang by the butcher shop doors. 
Sometimes I have to pinch myself to
make sure I haven't travelled back
in time--to the time of Dickens,
Scrooge, Bob Cratchit and Tiny Tim.

"Do you know the Poulterer's, in the next street but one, at the
corner?" Scrooge inquired. 
"I should hope I did," replied the lad. 
"An intelligent boy!" said Scrooge. "A remarkable boy! Do you know whether they've sold the prize Turkey that was hanging up there? Not the little prize Turkey; the big one?" 
"What, the one as big as me?" returned the boy. 
"What a delightful boy!" said Scrooge. "It's a pleasure to talk to him. Yes, my buck!" 
"It's hanging there now," replied the boy. 
"Is it?" said Scrooge. "Go and buy it."
         ~Charles Dickens, 'A Christmas Carol'

The Cake Shop window starts filling up with
festive cakes by mid-November. Whenever
I walk by the shop, there are lots of noses,
young and old, pressed up against the glass.

Out and About in Oxford

One of the very best things about Britain
are the pubs and Oxford's pubs are as they
should be--ancient, reminiscent of another
 time, full of good cheer. A warming drink,
a good conversation, and soft lamplight
make a pub irresistible to walk past--
especially on a cold December evening.

The White Horse Pub,
Broad Street, Oxford

A cup of ale,
A merry tale
Of days of olden time, 
And Christmas good cheer 
To wind up the year 
With glad frolic, 
and fun, and glee. 
~Henry James Slack (1818–1896) 
"Winter's Song,"

Everywhere you look, from November
right through to January, there are posters
for the sublime music of Christmas. Nearly
every night there are carol concerts, Advent 
services, symphonies and the most sublime
of all, Handel's Messiah.

Walking home, even just from
grocery shopping, are sights
 like this--Trinity College
lighting up the evening,
when it's dark by 4pm.

In the right light,
at the right time,
everything is extraordinary. 
 ~Aaron Rosek

If you're lucky enough to visit Oxford
during the time of the December
Full Cold Moon,
its light will guide you home.

The moon over our neighbour New College 
and Holywell Street; and rising above
The University Church of St. Mary.

It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
From heavens all gracious King!"
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.
~Words by Edmund Hamilton Sears in 1849
Music by Richard Storrs Willis in 1859

There's so much more to an Oxford Christmas, enough to fill a book one day perhaps. There's the Christmas morning service at Christ Church Cathedral, there's the Oxford City carol-sing-along, led by the Lord Mayor at the town hall, there are the lights that hang over all the shoppers on Cornmarket, the High, and Queen Street. Then there's the Christmas panto at the Oxford Playhouse. This year's panto is 'Cinderella', and we have tickets for Friday night. We'll go to afternoon tea at the Randolph Hotel first and then walk down the block to the playhouse.

Maybe for me, that describes Christmas in Oxford best of all. It's walking through the Christmas market or the Covered Market, walking home under the full moon, Christmas music in college chapels or the Sheldonian Theatre, pubs with hot drinks and warm smiles, a special Christmas tea at the Randolph Hotel, Christmas shopping in small shops and local stores, and then carrying it all home surrounded by Oxford's beauty. 

It's a Christmas of a different sort. No malls, no traffic, no rushing, no big gift buying (since we have to carry everything home)--it's almost a Christmas from another time, but not just because of where we live. It's also the Christmas of our choosing. You don't have to fly thousands of miles to experience this--it's something you can choose. It's looking for small & meaningful gifts, it's focusing on good food and good times with loved ones, it's choosing to stop and breathe while listening to Christmas music. In essence, it's taking Christmas one breath at a time--and that can belong to anyone.

Christmas is not as much
about opening our presents
as opening our hearts.
~J.L.W. Brooks

Merry Christmas from Oxford.
Stuart and I hope to see you
in the city of dreaming spires
in the New Year~2017.

Wednesday, 30 November 2016

Learning the British Christmas Vocabulary

“Christmas is the season for kindling
 the fire of hospitality in the hall,
 the genial flame of charity in the heart. ”
~Washington Irving, 'Old Christmas'

Before I spent my first Christmas in England 18 years ago, I had a fixed idea in my mind of what a British Christmas was. A lot of my notions probably came from Dickens' A Christmas Carol or Washington Irving's Old Christmas and, like any good Anglophile, my idea of an English Christmas was very romanticised. It didn't take long to realise though, just how different a true British Christmas is to the Christmas card images in my mind and as it turns out, how different it is from an American Christmas. I even had to learn a new Yuletide vocabulary.  But even though it turned out to be very different than my imaginings, I quickly learned to love (most) things about a British Christmas. Here are just a few.....

There is no British Christmas without the CHRISTMAS CRACKERS, and boxes of them start appearing in shops sometime in September. They're as essential to the Christmas lunch as turkey and Christmas pudding. Each person takes an end and pulls until there's a little pop like a New Year's Eve popper.

You don't want to end up with the short end because the person left with the cracker gets to keep whatever's inside. There's always a joke or riddle that's read aloud, a tissue paper crown that everyone wears as they gather around the table, and a small toy or a 'useful' (useless) item like plastic nail clippers. Every year I see more and more Christmas crackers appearing back in the U.S., and it's nice to see the tradition spreading--seeing a table full of people all wearing paper crowns is one of the joys of Christmas.
There are boxes of Christmas crackers
in almost any pattern imaginable.

The paper crowns are essential
and no one gets out of wearing one.

The Christmas turkey with stuffng
balls and 'pigs in a blanket'.
CHRISTMAS LUNCH  is what Americans call Christmas dinner, and in Britain it's usually eaten at mid-day. Turkey made the trans-Atlantic crossing and usually graces the Christmas table these days, but many families still have duck or goose. Christmas lunch comes with all of the trimmings--potatoes roasted in duck or goose fat, brussel sprouts, little sausages wrapped in bacon called Pigs in a Blanket and stuffing. After Christmas, turkey left-overs get a curried make-over into Coronation Chicken or a Christmas turkey curry--something I haven't quite embraced, it's still turkey and cranberry in our house.

"Oh, a wonderful pudding! Bob Cratchit said,
and calmly too, that he regarded it as the
greatest success achieved by Mrs Cratchit 
since their marriage. […]Everybody had
something to say about  it, but nobody said or
thought it was at all a small pudding
 for a large family. It would have
been flat heresy to do so."
~Charles Dickens, 'A Christmas Carol'

The cornerstones of the British
Christmas -- mince pies, Christmas
pudding and Christmas cake.

Mrs. Cratchett carried her flaming Christmas Pudding topped with a sprig of holly, in to her anxiously waiting family, just as people had done for centuries before. The Christmas pudding, sometimes called Figgy Pudding which is a lighter version, has been at the centre of Christmas celebrations in Britain since the 16th century. Stuart calls it a Christmas 'pud', but in our home when I was growing up it was called 'plum pudding'.

The English Christmas pudding tastes similar to what Americans know as fruitcake--something most Americans hate, is the butt of many jokes, and re-gifting tins of Christmas fruitcake is a long-standing tradition. Maybe it's because I grew up with my mom's lighter plum pudding, but I've grown to love the darker and richer English Christmas 'pud', warm with brandy butter.

Oh, bring us a figgy pudding;
Oh, bring us a figgy pudding;
 Oh, bring us a figgy pudding
and a cup of good cheer.
 We won't go until we get some;
We won't go until we get some;
 We won't go until we get some,
so bring some out here!
~We Wish You a Merry Christmas

Traditionally Stir-up Sunday, which falls on the Sunday before the first Sunday in Advent, is when Christmas puddings were made and then cured until Christmas. The term comes from the opening words of the collect in the Book of Common Prayer 1549: “Stir up, we beseech thee, O Lord, the wills of thy faithful people; that they, plenteously bringing forth the fruit of good works, may of thee be plenteously rewarded; through Jesus Christ Our Lord. Amen.”

Stirring the Pudding 
 Stem the currants
Stone the raisins
Chop the peel as fine as fine
Eat the eggs and shred the sweet
Grate the crumbs (no flour in mine)
Freely shake, to make it nice,
All the virtue of the spice
Pour the brandy liberally 
 Stir and wish, then, 
three times three.
~Eleanor Farjeon,
English poet, 1881-1965

Most everything about a Christmas
pudding carries significance.....

💚A pudding should be made with 13 ingredients
to represent Christ and His Disciples. 

💚The sprig of holly on top is often used
 as a reminder of the crown of thorns
worn by Christ on the cross.

💚Setting the brandy alight is said
to represent Christ’s passion.

💚A six-pence is traditionally stirred into the

batter for one lucky person to find on Christmas.

Stuart and I are most excited when the MINCE PIES start showing up in shops, and even in their gold or red boxes, they're flaky, fresh, and fruity. We go through boxes of them by the time New Years rolls around (they're small, so no judgement, just muffin tin size--that's what we tell ourselves anyway). Mince pies have gone through quite a transformation through the centuries, judging by this medieval recipe......

Mince and mix beef, suet of mutton, salt and
pepper. Make a faire large cofyn (basket or box),
and put in some of this meat. Then take capons,
hennes, mallardes, connynges …wodecokkes, teles,
grete birddes and plom hem in a boiling potte;
and then couch al this fowl in the coffyn.
Add more of the meat and mutton as well as
marrow, hard egg yolks, dates, raisins, prunes,
cloves, mace, cinnamon, and saffron. Close the
pie with a top crust and bake…but be ware, of
thou close it, that there come no saffron nygh
the brinkes therof, for then hit wol never close.

Now, though smaller and thankfully only with spiced fruit, mince pies are still a fixture throughout the Christmas season. It's not unusual to attend a Christmas concert or carol service and have mince pies and mulled wine served at the end. Stuart and I break open our first box of them sometime in November and it's a race to see who can eat the most before New Year--so far we're tied.😉

An 18th Century mince pie recipe.
This is just how seriously mince pies are taken--
the scene at our local Marks & Spencer before Christmas.

A British CHRISTMAS CAKE is a dark 
and heavy fruitcake with royal icing. 
sincerely doubt that this American
will ever develop a taste for it, but
 it's the beloved focal point for many 
Christmas lunches. 

The worst gift is a fruitcake. There is
only one fruitcake in the entire world,
 and people keep sending it to each other.
 ~Johnny Carson

And this is where most Americans
 stand on the issue of fruitcake.
(Courtesy of Gary Larson)

The day after Christmas Day is called BOXING DAY,  and was traditionally the day servants would receive a box of gifts and leftover food. Tradesmen would also go around and pick up 'Christmas Boxes' in thanks for their service throughout the year.  Now it's an extra holiday the day after Christmas (as well as our wedding anniversary💖).

One of the biggest differences between an American and a British Christmas, is that shops and businesses shut their doors on Christmas Eve and most don't reopen until the day after Boxing Day on the the 27th, something Americans haven't seen for decades. It's a perfect way to extend the time family and friends have to celebrate together and share leftovers (even if some of those left-overs are that old festive standby, 'Christmas turkey curry').

Most shops and smaller stores
close until after Boxing Day.

THE CHRISTMAS 'PANTO' is one of my favourite British Christmas traditions.  A 'panto', or pantomime, is performed at Christmas and is something for the whole family--from the littlest ones to grandparents. It's a slapstick musical/comedy based on a fairy tale or a children's book, full of song, dance, men dressed as women, buffoonery and catch-phrases.

For instance, if a villain is sneaking up behind the hero, the audience shouts out "Behind you!!!"  There's always a hero/heroine, a villain, and a comic lead who will yell out to the audience "Oh yes he did!!", and the audience shouts back, "Oh no he didn't".  It's so traditionally English that it's hard to describe it to a person who hasn't experienced one. My first panto was in the Cotswold village of Chipping Norton, where we saw Aladdin (and I also met most of Stuart's family for the first time, so between that and the panto, I wondered what on earth I was getting myself into). But 18 years on, I'm still here and still love the Christmas pantos. This year's pantomime in Oxford is 'Cinderella', and we already have our tickets.

This was us at the Oxford panto several
years ago--it truly is for every age
in our family....from 8 to 80.

My final two very British Christmas traditions will make more sense if you've seen the movie Love Actually, which is usually the first Christmas movie we watch every year. It follows the stories of a dozen or so Londoners as they navigate the Christmas season, their lives overlapping and eventually connecting through love, actually.

 In 'Love Actually' Bill Nighy plays an aging
rock star desperate for a Christmas Number One.
THE CHRISTMAS NUMBER ONE is simply the number one selling single on the pop charts at Christmas, and it's nearly always the best selling song of the year.  Such illustrious songs as Wham's 'Last Christmas' only made it to the number two spot, many are record setting songs, but some are pretty dire novelty songs. Here's a small sampling:

1963 - The Beatles I Want to Hold Your Hand
1971 - Benny Hill  Ernie (The Fastest Milkman in the West)
1975 - Queen  Bohemian Rhapsody
1980 - St. Winifred's School Choir  There's No One Quite Like Grandma
1984 - Band Aid   Do They Know It's Christmas
1993 - Mr. Blobby  Mr Blobby
2000 - Bob the Builder  Can We Fix It
2003 - Michael Andrews & Gary Jules  Mad World
2011 - Military Wives with Gareth Malone  Wherever You Are

The "works do" in 'Love Actually' when
Alan Rickman was up to no good--boo, hiss.

We "hate Uncle Jamie" & we hate this girl!
THE 'WORKS DO' is the office Christmas party.  It took me a little while to figure this one out, in fact it wasn't until I moved to Britain permanently that I deciphered what this grammatical nightmare meant.

It's the big, yearly office or workplace Christmas party and it seems that for some people at least, it's planned for and anticipated almost as much as Christmas Day.  Magazines and catalogues are full of flirty dresses and shiny shoes by the end of November, as women strategically plan their outfits with military precision.  Other than Stuart and I sharing a mince pie and some mulled wine in our kitchen, I'm forever grateful that I have no actual office or workplace to have a 'Works Do', so I'll never have to endure one.

The quintessential American Christmas--
the Christmas tree and ice skating at the
Rockefeller Center, New York City.
There are so many other small and nuanced differences in the way the British and the Americans celebrate Christmas, and in the weeks leading up to Christmas there are things that I miss from back home.  I miss all the houses lit up with Christmas lights outside, Salvation Army bell-ringers and carollers, and the vast array of Christmas cookies that great-great grandchildren of Norwegian, Swedish, and German immigrants bake every Christmas.

Growing up the daughter of a Lutheran
pastor meant that at Christmas our home
was full of gifts of krumkake (above),
butter cookies (spritz), 
berlinerkranser, and sandbakelse.
In the past we've always headed back home to the U.S. in mid-December, which means I get the best of both worlds at Christmas. I never have to endure a 'works do' or 'Christmas turkey curry', but I indulge in plenty of mince pies, pantos, and Christmas puds before heading home to the Christmas lights, carollers and Christmas cookies.

An American farmhouse, lit for Christmas. 
It's a scene duplicated from the
Atlantic to the Pacific and in all the cities,

small towns, and farmlands in between.
This year though, Stuart and I are staying put in Oxford for Christmas and New Years. We'll have family visiting, the house to ourselves, put up not one but two Christmas trees, and whatever doesn't move will be decorated with holly, ivy, evergreen boughs, cinnamon sticks, Santas and snowmen--or even if it does move, like Jack for instance........

It is a fair, even-handed, noble adjustment of
things, that while  there is infection in disease
and sorrow, there is nothing in the  world so
irresistibly contagious as laughter
and good humour.      
~Charles Dickens, 'A Christmas Carol'

'I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to
keep it all the year.  I will live in the Past,
the Present, and the Future.  The
Spirits of all Three shall strive within me.  
I will not shut out the lessons that they teach.'  
~Ebeneezer Scrooge

Have a wonderful December & 
Holiday Season.

Carrie, Stuart,
and Jack