Good morning all, it’s CHRISTMAS.
Sorry for the start of this post….When did you stop believing in Santa Claus? I remember vividly. I’m pretty sure I was traumatized by the ridiculous lie, laid before me by my Father shoving our presents into the cupboard with a Santa hat on, then having it confirmed by Natalie at primary school, in the girls toilets, that it was all a lie, at aged 8. I was devastated and refused to believe, only for my mum to confirm and made me swear not to tell my little sister, who was caught up in the whole spirit of Christmas.
Throughout the years, Santa Claus, with his big belly, fluffy beard, red coat, shiny buttons and black boots have been a memory and a big point of our imagination growing up. Now, being 28, I know what I’m getting for Christmas, only because I’ve asked for it or I’ve been told to buy it myself, wrap it myself and then my boyfriend gives it to me on Christmas day. Christmas spirit is still here in my household with the tree, stockings by the TV and festive food plaguing our fridge/freezer, but the true origins of Santa is still fairly unknown. I just remember what my parents told me. He’s a chubby man, a little overweight than his liking, who works all year round in the North Pole with lots of little elves, who make toys for children all over the world, who is magically able to drop all the Christmas gifts in one night to everyone, as far as the eye can see, to all corners of the earth, by his reindeer.
If you’re not familiar with the origin of Santa Claus, then fear not, this great infographic will help you:
Whilst my childhood belief in Santa is clearly rumbled, I love kids who get excited for this time of the year. I’m especially looking forward to my 2 year old niece [who unfortunately has her birthday the day before] enjoying Christmas day.
I shall leave you with this:
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”
Merry Christmas everyone.
For those of you, who didn’t know this already, Social Media is the most reliable form of customer service. For those of you who did know, good on you.
Let’s just see who wins in the war for best social customer service on Christmas. Bets on the ready.
So there are officially 2 days until Christmas Eve. A whole 11 months has flown by this year and December is here, ready to pull us into the Christmas spirit, Mulled Wine a-plenty, songs being played everywhere, ready for the birth of Jesus and time well-spent with family. Not sure if I’m happy with how quick this year has gone, but I sure am looking forward to 2014.
Christmas always tends to start early in the UK. I remember standing in the Tesco checkout queue, way back in the beginning of October and heard George Michael’s voice wailing in the background, and a woman in front of me buying a Christmas jumper. Now don’t get me wrong, I do love me a bit of Christmas spirit, but some of the things this year are just too much. I’m not a Scrooge, even though I’ve Bah Humbugged a few times this year, it’s only because of a few things, that just really get on my nerves, when Christmas comes to town. I have a few pet hates that really get my goat and if it weren’t for these few little points, I would be singing and dancing like everyone else. I’m not a bad person, I just don’t like having the whole Christmas spirit shoved down my throat.
I don’t mind a few Christmas songs here and there, but there has to be a cut-off moment in a shop, the train station or on the radio that should stop playing these songs continuously throughout the day/night/week/weekend/month. I’m not saying I hate Christmas songs, because quite frankly, all you lovers of Christmas out there, will disown me for my complete and utter disrespect for Christmas, but seriously, some need to have their songwriters, catapulted high into the midnight sky and taken off this planet.
If I had to have a list, these would be my top Christmas songs:
- “Fairytale of New York” – The Pogues feat. Kirsty MacColl
- “All I Want For Christmas Is You” – Mariah Carey
- “Last Christmas” – Wham!
- “Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!” – Vaughn Monroe/Dean Martin/Smokey Robinson & The Miracles
- “It’s The Most Wonderful Time of Year” – Andy Williams
- “Santa Baby” – Eartha Kitt
- “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas” – Frank Sinatra
- “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” – Jimmy Boyd
- “Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!” – Vaughn Monroe/Dean Martin/Smokey Robinson & The Miracles
- “Driving Home For Christmas” – Chris Rea
These songs deserve to be flung into space, and the person who wrote them, shot:
- “Wonderful Christmastime” – Paul McCartney
- “I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday” – Wizzard
- “Merry Xmas Everybody” – Slade
- “Merry Christmas Everyone” – Shakin’ Stevens
Fugly Christmas jumpers
I’m not the kind to entertain the fact of wearing a Christmas jumper. I’ve worn daft jumpers in my time, mostly because I must have been drunk when I bought them, but even so, have you seen some of the disasters that are considered Christmas fashion this year?
Here are my favourites:
I’m a little elf, hear my jingle bells:
Jack Wills knows how to do festive:
Look at the cute little doggy:
Here are my worst picks:
You’re not a Christmas tree love, no one wants to see you lit up like one:
No thanks, let’s keep your bells hidden please:
Why would you bother firing up [excuse the pun] your Smartphone to send your jumper a message to do this?
I hate them. If you’ve read anything on my other blog, you’d know how much I despise them. Even their Christmas picture, just makes me want to slap them. You’re annoying, now sod off.
On the up side, here is Christmas taken to a whole new level, that guarantees even the most old foggie of Christmas past, will enjoy:
‘World’s best dad:’
Guess she nose how to draw attention:
No, thank you for the dove:
Let’s just turn on these lights shall we?
There are no words for this:
If you’ve been on Google today, you would have seen the latest Google Doodle in celebration of celebrated children’s author Edith Nesbit who was born in 1858. The English author and poet is famous the world over for her collections for both children and adults. Her most famous children collections include Tick Tock, Tales of the Clock, Five Children and It, The Enchanted Castle and probably her most famous work, The Railway Children.
Google’s latest Doodle celebrates her most famous children’s novel, The Railway Children. The tale of a family who move to ‘Three Chimneys,’ a house near the railway, after the father is imprisoned after being falsely accused of spying. The book’s popularity was boosted by TV and film adaptations and the 1970 film starring Jenny Agutter remains a fixture on Christmas programming schedules.
For anyone who is in recruitment and wants to headhunt someone, here’s some rules..
1) Actually READ that person’s CV PROPERLY. You have eyes in your head, use them.
2) Don’t brief a person for something they clearly do not want to do.
3) Ramble. We’re not here to listen to your constant blabber – get to the point or get off my phone line.
4) Get arssy when they say, they’re not looking for a new job.
5) Insist on getting hold of that person’s contacts. I don’t know you, therefore I won’t pass on the details of my friends.
6) Insist your ‘refer a friend’ is better than anyone elses… a few beers won’t make you my new best friend.
Some recruiters really baffle me.
I’m not a coffee drinker. Instead I prefer to go for the gentler and smoother hints of a great tasting tea bag smothered in milk at any point of the day. I would love to say, I wake up in the morning to the strong aromatic smell of a good Espresso or a good Latte. I am a tea drinker and forever will be. I’ve tried it once and couldn’t get the taste of Kenco out of my mouth for what seemed like a decade. So now you all know, Danielle Moon is not a coffee drinker. In my mornings, I love to wake up and make myself a good cuppa. I can have from 3-4 cups of tea in just a few hours. Crazy but that that goes for all you coffee drinkers out there. I’ve seen you, queuing up for your daily dose of caffeine in Starbucks or Costa Coffee, waiting for that strong Cuban Espresso, Café Bombón or artfully roasted and brewed fresh all morning long cup of coffee that will awaken the right soul who’s endured 2 hours of a painful commute on the London Underground.
That’s why I love this infographic, it hits on the right note for all the coffee drinkers I know out there. My mum loves her decaf cappuccino with just enough froth in it, it should barely be considered as a coffee, whilst my niece enjoys the occasional babyccino [but at 18 months, froth is hardly a coffee darling], my best friend loves an Americano and one of my other friend relies on an hourly fix of Espresso since he gave up smoking.
I would like to know, who you are….