When Christmas Comes
By Anne Harvey
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When Christmas Comes - Anne Harvey
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In the Week when Christmas Comes
Eleanor Farjeon
This is the week when Christmas comes,
Let every pudding burst with plums,
And every tree bear dolls and drums,
In the week when Christmas comes.
Let every hall have boughs of green,
With berries glowing in between,
In the week when Christmas comes.
Let every doorstep have a song
Sounding the dark street along,
In the week when Christmas comes.
Let every steeple ring a bell
With a joyful tale to tell,
In the week when Christmas comes.
Let every night put forth a star
To show us where the heavens are,
In the week when Christmas comes.
Let every pen enfold a lamb
Sleeping warm beside its dam,
In the week when Christmas comes.
This is the week when Christmas comes.
Preface
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire and Christmas treat.
This is the final couplet in ‘The Months’, the poem written by Sara Coleridge for her 3-year-old son in 1841.
The word ‘Christmas’ immediately evokes childhood. I don’t believe, as I’ve heard said, that ‘Christmas is just for the children’, but I do believe that at Christmas time we can recapture the spirit of childhood. In this widely celebrated festival, and at the centre of Christian belief, at the close of the year, is a child, the Christ Child.
For me, Christmas 2001 went on until Easter 2002, because when everyone else had dismantled the tree, sent the cards for recycling, taken down the decorations, disposed of unwanted presents and left overs and finished the thank-you letters, I was still compiling this anthology. While children were back in uniform for the new school term and Valentine cards and daffodils were appearing, I was deep in nostalgic memories of Christmas, choosing seasonal poems and excerpts, poring over pictures of angels and robins, snowmen, stars and Santa Claus. This was a new experience, and through January, February and March I felt comfortably cut-off from reality. It was a warm, privileged time, although shadowed, I must admit, by knowing that a wealth of material would have to be left out.
Decisions had to be made. I wanted the anthology to draw on the many facets of a child’s expectation and experience: the food and the presents, the preparation, the enigma of Father Christmas, the knobbly stocking, the magical tree, the sense of wonder as well as those moments of fear and disappointment.
An anthology is a kind of cake or pudding or stocking, filled with assorted ingredients. Or perhaps it resembles a pie: I hope, like Jack Horner, you will find some plums in mine.
Anne Harvey
2002
Puddings and Pies
The real Jack Horner was possibly the steward of the Abbot of Glastonbury who, wanting to appease Henry VIII, sent a pie containing, not an edible plum, but the deeds of twelve manors. The plum pudding itself has a long history and dates back to the seventeenth century. Traditionally, ‘Stir-up Sunday’ is the last Sunday before Advent, when the Church of England collect begins, ‘Stir up, we beseech thee, O Lord, the wills of thy faithful people . . .’. This was interpreted as a reminder to ‘stir-up’ the mixture for Christmas puddings and pies, giving them time to mature. Children were taught to use only a wooden spoon and to stir the pudding clockwise . . . Everyone present must have a stir, in order of seniority.
Stir up, we beseech thee,
The pudding in the pot,
And when it is ready
We’ll eat it piping hot.
There are not so many round, cannon-like puddings nowadays, boiled in a cloth with steam filling the kitchen, and today’s mincemeat is meat-less, but we can still believe that any man, woman or child who eats twelve mince pies in twelve different houses during the twelve days of Christmas, will be happy from January to December the following year.
Pudding Charms
Charlotte Druitt Cole
Our Christmas pudding was made in November,
All they put in it, I quite well remember:
Currants and raisins, and sugar and spice,
Orange peel, lemon peel – everything nice
Mixed up together, and put in a pan.
‘When you’ve stirred it,’ said Mother, ‘as much as you can,
We’ll cover it over, that nothing may spoil it,
And then, in the copper, to-morrow we’ll boil it.’
That night, when we children were all fast asleep,
A real fairy godmother came crip-a-creep!
She wore a red cloak, and a tall steeple hat
(Though nobody saw her but Tinker, the cat!)
And out of her pocket a thimble she drew,
A button of silver, a silver horse-shoe,
And, whisp’ring a charm, in the pudding pan popped them,
Then flew up the chimney directly she dropped them;
And even old Tinker pretended he slept
(With Tinker a secret is sure to be kept!)
So nobody knew, until Christmas came round,
And there, in the pudding, these treasures we found.
from Days at Wickham
Anne Viccars Barber
Anne Viccars Barber followed her famous Buxton ancestors, who included Elizabeth Fry, in recording and illustrating childhood experiences. Her book Days at Wickham reveals some delightful Christmas memories.
Quite a long time before Christmas Nanny makes the Christmas puddings. We take it in turns to stir and make a wish. I always have a battle with myself as I long to wish for a lovely doll but instead I wish that my mother’s indigestion would get better. I do the same when I am lucky enough to have the wishbone of the chicken. I do wish her indigestion would hurry up and get better so that I could have the wish for myself.
Christmas Plum Pudding
Clifton Bingham
When they sat down that day to dine
The beef was good, the turkey fine
But oh, the pudding!
The goose was tender and so nice,
That everybody had some twice –
But oh, that pudding!
It’s coming, that they knew quite well,
They didn’t see, they couldn’t smell,
That fine plum pudding!
It came, an object of delight!
Their mouths watered at the sight
Of that plum pudding!
When they had finished, it was true,
They’d also put a finish to
That poor plum pudding!
from Father and Son
Edmund Gosse
Edmund Gosse recalls the Christmas following his mother’s death in 1857, when he was eight years old.
My Father’s austerity of behaviour was, I think, perpetually accentuated by his fear of doing anything to offend the consciences of these persons, who he supposed, no doubt, to be more sensitive than they really were. He was fond of saying that ‘a very little stain upon the conscience makes a wide breach in our communion with God,’ and he counted possible errors of conduct by hundreds and by thousands. It was in this winter that his attention was particularly drawn to the festival of Christmas, which, apparently, he had scarcely noticed in London.
On the subject of all feasts of the Church he held views of an almost grotesque peculiarity. He looked upon each of them as nugatory and worthless, but the keeping of Christmas appeared to him by far the most hateful, and nothing less than an act of idolatry. ‘The very word is Popish,’ he used to exclaim, ‘Christ’s Mass!’ pursing up his lips with the gesture of one who tastes assafoetida by accident. Then he would adduce the antiquity of the so-called feast, adapted from horrible heathen rites, and itself a soiled relic of the abominable Yule-Tide. He would denounce the horrors of Christmas