Christmas

[Bammer]

I can't really argue with Dec 1st.

Vitalogist starting his Christmas movie watching in early Nov is completely insane.

99% of Christmas music is awful.

Food and family good.

Vitalogist is the WRMOTY confirmed.

My decorations go up after thanksgiving on a day it’s not raining.

[Anders]

You have decorations outside of your house?

[Bammer]

You have decorations outside of your house?

Lights

[tree_]

i strongly dislike most christmas stuff, but All i want for X-mas by marvey carey is a great song, don't care what anyone says

[dad]

to this day one of my favorite things about Christmas is:

charlie brown Christmas, to include the soundtrack
rudolph (rankin and bass)
the grinch (old school animated)

[doug rr]

to this day one of my favorite things about Christmas is:

charlie brown Christmas, to include the soundtrack
rudolph (rankin and bass)
the grinch (old school animated)

yeah, other than a couple of the original cartoons I could care less about Christmas

[wease]

to this day one of my favorite things about Christmas is:

charlie brown Christmas, to include the soundtrack
rudolph (rankin and bass)
the grinch (old school animated)

I don’t care that much for Rudolph any more, but the other two are essential

[wease]

Marvey Carey has some good tunes

[epilogue]

Marvey's hard to beat, for sure.

[Farmer John]

If I could listen to this year round, I would

[Vitalogist]

I can't really argue with Dec 1st.

Vitalogist starting his Christmas movie watching in early Nov is completely insane.

99% of Christmas music is awful.

Food and family good.

I had a few deaths in the family late last year so Christmas was a bummer.. making up for it with a double dose this year.

[Rangi Guy]

I'm guessing the first weekend of December will be when I'm told to stat putting up lights/tree etc.... Never really cared about Christmas till I had kids, now I live through their excitement.

Went into a store the other week and they had Christmas music playing non-stop. I asked one ofthe staff about it, and they told me it'd being non-stop Christmas music since Nov 1st. That's way too early!

[tommy]

I can't really argue with Dec 1st.

Vitalogist starting his Christmas movie watching in early Nov is completely insane.

99% of Christmas music is awful.

Food and family good.

I had a few deaths in the family late last year so Christmas was a bummer.. making up for it with a double dose this year.

Sorry to hear that. I hope you have a great Christmas this year.

[Anders]

Christmas food is good.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Anders]

It's a long list, but probably very different from what you consider Christmas food. Different nations and all that.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Anders]

For dinner during the entire week (and often in the month leading up to it) there are various choices. Although the main Christmas dinner is usually eaten at Christmas Eve, starting around 5pm. Ribs from lamb and pig are the most common, with cod coming in third. Some people eat turkey or lutefisk. And no matter what you eat on Christmas Eve, you often eat the other meals at some point in time during December. As side dishes there's a variety to choose from. There are a few different sausages, meat patties (could be from pork, beef, chicken, turkey, fish), almond potato, carrots, pea mash, kohlrabi mash, red or regular sauerkraut, lingonberries or lingonberry jam, and some others I can’t remember right now.





Lamb



Cod



Lutefish



For sandwiches there are cheeses, hams, mustard, herring, salmon or trout, various salads (not the green kind, but often mayo based with vegetables to make various tastes), egg in various forms, especially scrambled, seasonal bread. It's not like we can't eat egg or cheese all year long, but there usually seasonal varieties, and special combinations you only get at Christmas.






Of course there are plenty of cakes and pastry, and the bakers do really well around Christmas, as well as people making several variations in their own home.




Always room for some porridge:




This is a type of bread called Christmas Cake (it works well with brown cheese:

[Anders]

And about a hundred different Christmas Beers to choose from:




And Akevitt/Aquavit:

[wease]

Odin’s Beard! I wanna spend Christmas with Anders!