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Monday, December 25, 2006

A Christmas Card

The Year of the Blue Christmas Tree
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5

We have no snow!
Here’s Snow Day in the Writing Room.

And a childhood favorite at Christmas.

Here’s a poem for Christmas Day.


Wassail the trees, that they may bear

You many a plum, and many a pear:

For more or less fruits they will bring,

As you do give them wassailing.

--Robert Herrick

Illustration: Marie and Godfather Drosselmayer from Nussknacker und Mauskonig, as reproduced in The Snow Queen and Other Stories, with illustrations by Adrienne Segur. There are lots of Segur illustrations and e-cards at



  1. It is a marker of my own busyness that I have not stopped by your site for too long--since early in December. So having a moment today I savored a whole garden of posts.
    Yay for the champion of midlist writers!
    Delight for encounters with angels, or parents-of-Christmas.
    Prose/poetry..I wish I could sit with you over a cup of tea (or coffee, for me these days it is strong coffee, but tea seems more conversational) and chat about that.
    And no snow?
    We're having long drenching rains and cold, which is hard, but I hear from friends midcountry that they have snow aplenty. Perhaps it will drift your way.
    Merry Christmas to you and yours. (and the manticore too)

  2. We usually have lots of snow... And expect it on Tuesday, one day late.

    Yes, it would be lovely to have tea with one's e-readers and turn them into physical people.

    I am lazy, lazy, lazy. Or busy, busy, busy. Both, maybe. But I am going to try and write more about obscure writers whose books I like. Hope I shall not be a backslider!

    The manticore has been scurrying after the fun little mouse of fur on the tip of her tail--round and round they go.

    Christmas Eve is almost here. So merriment in return, to the log cabin of jarvenpa and company! And now I go back to trimming that tree...

  3. Just been enjoying the Christmas Tree posts - that last one particularly fine and moving.

    Hope your snow comes early, Marly. It would be good to wake to a white Chrismas unexpectedly. Hope all goes just how you would like...

  4. So far, lovely--though we had to pick out and tote away our towering tree in the pitchy, pitchy dark! Merry Christmas.

  5. Hello and Merry Christmas Marly.

    It is not white here either. It has rained all of the day.

    I did take momma Christmas tea, complete with cake, real tea-pot, and cups and saucers at the assisted living center she lives at this morning. It was quite lovely to sit and chat with her and give her the presents everyone had sent. She has brochitis and so can not be out.

    I wish as well that I could sit with all my friends at a lovely Christmas tea. So here's a cup to you all long distance and a Merry Christmas.

  6. Merry Christmas!
    N. woke me up so incredibly early that I'm falling apart... Grand company, dinner, and more. Yawn. Anon.

  7. Hello Marly

    my apologies to you: you left me such a delicious comment some time back on my blog and i have not had the time to come and read around in yours. i have been busy travelling and writing. and i still have not regained my old (and even at its peak only very small) zest for reading things on the computer screen. i promise i will come back in the new year. meantime, happy holidays, a best of luck in the new year, and warmest regards

  8. Oh, it's that interesting fellow, Gawain! Hope you did not encounter the elvish Green Knight on Christmas Day. I'll wander your way again some time--after company departs.

  9. you have been posting some beautiful pics lately.

    Hope you are having a great holiday!

  10. Good hat, Susanna!

    Herself is about to go out to a party... And yes, things are positively lovely around here. The kitchen is illuminated, the smells are savory, the pots are coppery, the scullery maids are full of spirit!


Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.