Santa Claus Training, Part 1

Adam English and Santa ClausDuring this time of Thanksgiving and Advent, how can we mimic the generous attitude and actions of the real Saint Nicholas?

English offers some advice in this four-part column on Patheos.com’s blog Take and Read. And, he’s calling it “Santa Claus Training.” Here is the introduction to part 1 of the series.

One time, as a personal favor to a good friend, I agreed to don a Santa suit and sit for pictures with children at the public library. The children were all under the age of two, which was fortunate for them, because anyone over that age would not have been fooled by my get-up. I was not Santa Claus – not even remotely close. I was a skinny, thirty-something guy dressed in an oversized Santa costume with a fake white beard strapped to my face.

As I sat there, lost in the folds of my costume, I felt ridiculous. And make no mistake, I looked ridiculous. I made only one attempt at a jolly “Ho-Ho-Ho.”

But, the experience caused me to ask: What does it take to be Santa Claus?

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Christmas Cookies: A History and Recipe

Sint Baking Cookies

Sint Baking - Image from stnicholascenter.org

For a sweet-tooth like me, there’s no season like the Christmas season. Undeniably, the classic Christmas favorite is the iced sugar cookie. I have rolled, cut, decorated, and eaten my fair share. This week I tried to make some Speculaas cookies, that is, spiced Dutch cookies. It took about three pans of failure to figure out how thin to roll them and how long to bake them.

Traditional St. Nicholas cookies like the Speculaas Koekjes, Pepernoten, Pfeffernuesse, Ciastka Miodowe, and Ukrainian Christmas Honey Cookies are mostly spiced with cinnamon, ginger, cloves, and allspice. They all taste wunderbar!

For many years my wife and I had a tradition of baking and giving away Neiman Marcus Cookies. The recipe is insane – the results amazing.

Neiman Marcus Cookies

2 cups butter
4 cups flour
2 tsp soda
2 cups sugar
5 cups blended oatmeal
24 oz chocolate chips
2 cups brown sugar
1 tsp salt
1 8oz Hershey bar (grated)
4 eggs
2 tsp baking powder
2 tsp vanilla
3 cups chopped nuts (your choice)

Measure oatmeal and blend in a blender to a fine powder. Cream the butter and both sugars.

Add eggs and vanilla; mix together with flour, oatmeal, salt, baking powder, and soda.  Add chocolate chips, Hershey bar and nuts.

Roll into balls and place 2 inches apart on a cookie sheet.

Bake 10 minutes at 375 degrees.

Here’s the kicker, though. This particular recipes makes 112 cookies.

Producing this recipe will certainly keep you busy on a cold winter’s day. For more Nicholas-appropriate cookie recipes, visit the St. Nicholas Center’s website, which features a number of traditional St. Nicholas cookie recipes.

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Who Wrote “T’was the Night before Christmas”?

Who penned America’s most famous poem about Santa Claus, “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” a.k.a. “T’was the Night before Christmas”? As everyone knows, it was Clement Clarke Moore, a Bible professor at New York’s General Theological Seminary, right? Not so fast! In a ground-breaking article by Don Foster, “Yes, Virginia, There Was a Santa Claus,” (Author Unknown, 2000) the evidence is laid out to show that Clement Clarke Moore was not the author of the celebrated poem. Vassar College professor Don Foster believes that the author was one lively and versatile Dutch American named Henry Livingston.

The facts are these: the poem was first published anonymously in December of 1823 in the Troy Sentinel. Other newspapers and magazines quickly reprinted it and by 1836, in light of its sensational popularity, someone ventured a guess as to its author, ascribing it to Clement Clarke Moore. For whatever reason, Moore did not deny the attribution. Livingston could not correct the error because he had died in 1828. His children protested on his behalf to no avail. Livingston had regularly submitted poems and engravings, and satires to the newspapers and magazines anonymously or under whimsical pseudonyms like “Henry Hotspur” or “Peter Pumpkineater.” When they saw “T’was the Night before Christmas,” they immediately recognized it as their father’s work.

The issue might have been easily resolved by producing the original autograph of the poem, in the penmanship of either Livingston or Moore, but alas, such a definitive proof does not exist. Suspiciously, in 1844, Moore himself wrote to Norman Tuttle, the former owner of the Troy Sentinel, asking where, how, and from whom the newspaper had obtained its copy of the poem. The answer given to Moore: the poem had come by way of a third party, and the Troy Sentinel never knew the identity of the author. The coast clear, Moore felt free to accept responsibility for the poem. That same year, 1844, he publically claimed authorship.

I don’t believe that Moore acted mischievously; I just think that by 1844 it had become too awkward and personally embarrassing for a man like Moore, who had suddenly been thrust into the limelight by people attributing the poem to him, to disown the poem. After all, twenty years had passed since its publication and no one else had stepped forward to claim it.

I cannot, in a short blog, lay out all the evidence of the case. It must be considered in its entirety because it is made from the accumulation of small bits of data that amount to a big conclusion. The case for Henry Livingston and against Clement Moore is constructed from a close analysis of the style, rhythm, and word-choice of the poem itself and a comparison of the poem with the other written works of the two men.

To give one example of the fruit of this analysis: the original ending of the 1823 “A Visit from St. Nicholas” has St. Nick calling out “Happy Christmas to all,” not “Merry Christmas to all.” The minor change from “Happy” to “Merry” was introduced by later editors who reproduced the poem in various periodicals. Why make such a trivial change? One reason, “Happy Christmas” was not as common a greeting as was “Merry Christmas.” Another reason, it sounds better lyrically. Why, then, would the original author have used the expression, “Happy Christmas”? As it turns out, “Happy Christmas” was a peculiar expression of Henry Livingston, as can be demonstrated from his personal correspondence.  Clement Moore, by contrast, never greeted anyone, in personal letters or public writings, with either expression.

It is a small matter, perhaps, but it is an example of the cumulative evidence that adds up to one conclusion: Henry Livingston was the true author of “A Visit from St. Nicholas.”

 

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What I love about #SIBA12

Signing books @ #SIBA12

A big thanks to the Southern Independent Booksellers Alliance (SIBA) for allowing me to participate in their annual convention at the Waldorf Astoria in beautiful Naples, Florida, where I signed and gave away more than 50 copies of The Saint Who Would Be Santa Claus. In an afternoon session on the first day, I joined a panel of authors that included Erika Marks, Sharman Bursey Ramsey, and AGS Johnson, for a wonderful discussion about our respective works.

This is what I loved about SIBA: the people in attendance wanted to talk about writing. They asked about the writing process, the length of time it took to research and write, the daily habits most conducive to writing, and the joys of the written word. More than the specific topics of certain books or the business of merchandising those books, the SIBA people were interested in authors who had committed themselves to the life-long practice of writing.

Good writing does more than disseminate information; it is more than a vehicle for facts and ideas. Good writing entertains, enchants, moves, inspires, and, more to the point: something that is well-written is worth reading for no other reason than that it is well-written. Whether its history, biography, fiction, or news reporting, authors who are committed to the vocation of writing will make you care about their subject. They realize that with a word you can communicate a mood, a time, a place, and a whole other world.

It was with this in mind that my own writing mentor, Hardin-Simmons professor Robert Fink, forced me in my formative years to hammer and hone every single word I used. He remorselessly cut out every unnecessary word and phrase. Only what was essential remained. I have tried to keep his wisdom before me at all times when I write.

For more pictures from the show, click here.

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Christmas Eve Complications

One of my earliest Christmas memories involved the feeling of anxiety that if we did not all get to bed and to go sleep on Christmas Eve before Santa made his route over our house, he would simply fly past. I was about five, or maybe six, years old. The square television in the living room was showing a ballet performance of the Nutcracker. I was certain the program had been running too long, putting us in danger of missing Santa Claus altogether.

In an effort to get us kids to wind down on Christmas Eve the year before, my parents had said, “Santa won’t stop if you’re are still awake. If you do not get to sleep soon, he will drive right on by.”

Remembering that warning, I peered out the window into the black sky, searching for Santa’s magical sleigh. Mom reassured me that Santa would not skip our house, but how could she be certain? Santa had a lot of houses to visit that night. At the time, we lived in Little Rock, Arkansas, and earlier that year the tiny creek that trickled through the back of the neighborhood broke its banks and flooded everything, washing away furniture and toys. We had since moved to a newer subdivision set far above the flood-plain, but the flood had taught a hard lesson: tragedy could strike at any moment.

I imagined Santa circling our house, realizing that the children inside were out of bed, then cracking his whip on to South America. I quickly closed the curtain, scurried to my room, and put myself to bed.

Parents who treat their children to the Santa Claus fairytale soon find themselves in over their heads. Inquisitive offspring want to know: What are the logistics of Santa’s Christmas Eve deliveries? How does he get around the world in one night? How does he get down and back up chimneys? How does he navigate apartments with no chimneys?

Befuddled adults can do no more than add one explanation to another, each more far-fetched than the last. Does Santa really eat all those cookies and drink all that milk? Does he stop to use the bathroom? Do the North Pole Elves make the gifts themselves? What about name-brand toys or electronic devices? Is Santa’s sleigh big enough to tote them all?

Ah, the things they don’t prepare you for when you become a parent!

Kelly Moss has written a fabulous illustrated book for little ones, The Santa Club, to help children in that transitional stage of life. She helps kids who no longer believe in Santa to appreciate and participate in the fun, family traditions of secret gift-giving – inducting them into the Santa Club.

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Family photos, family memories

There’s nothing better than rummaging through old photos, especially when the subjects of those photos are your family and the setting is Christmas. Here are a couple recently uncovered from the English family.

The first comes from this past Christmas, December of 2011. My wonderful wife specially ordered a genuine Russian icon of St. Nicholas. What a surprise! Equally surprising was the credit card bill. The company she ordered from had charged her six separate times for the cost of shipping. We called and they graciously removed the accidental charges. The icon now hangs proudly in my office.

Icon Christmas gift

The year before that, Charissa (the wonderful wife I mentioned) surprised Cassidy and me with something much cooler than the icon – sorry, St. Nick! – Nerf guns. She really has me figured out. Needless to say, the air-powered foam weapons provided hours of entertainment. And then, when all seemed quiet, the uncles took possession of the guns and proceeded to terrorize the house, ambushing toddler cousins, aging parents, and each other. No one was safe.

Nerf gun Christmas gift

Reaching back a little further into the archives, here’s the whole family in December of 2009, the year before the Nerf gun incident, happily posing under the tree in our fur-trimmed Santa hats. Good memories.

Family Christmas photo

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The Art of the Dowry Gift

One of the more well-known scenes from the life of St. Nicholas involves the saint making a nighttime visit to the house of three poor maidens and tossing bags of gold coins through the window. It is a dramatic moment that jumps off the page and sticks in the mind. Through the ages it has been re-enacted through various family traditions like setting out shoes on the eve of December 5th in hopes that they will be filled with nuts, oranges, and small coins, or hanging stockings on the 24thin hopes that they will be likewise filled with treats.

Family stockings hanging from the mantel

English family stockings hanging from the mantel

Without doubt, the entire custom of Christmas Eve gift-delivery – from the mystery of the gift-giver’s identity to the way in which the gifts are delivered, owes its origins to the story of St. Nicholas and the dowries. The image of Santa Claus on the roof, sack of goodies slung over his shoulder, with one foot down the chimney, is so familiar to most of us that we can instantly conjure it up. It’s on greeting cards, Christmas books, framed posters, and magazine ads. Another image emblazoned in our collective American psyche is the picture of Santa at the fireplace reaching into his bag for something special to drop in each stocking hung with care.

Artists in the Middle Ages also liked to depict the famous story of Nicholas delivering his gifts, especially on the walls of churches and monasteries via the time-honored technique of frescoing. But, those who tried to do so faced a singularly puzzling challenge: how to represent both inside and outside at the same time. In the climactic moment of the scene they wished to paint, Nicholas stood outside the window while the girls slept inside.

My own solution, had I been commissioned to draw the scene, would have been to paint from a perspective outside of the house and show Nicholas standing at a window large enough to view the heads of the three girls inside. Alternatively, one might take the inside perspective, showing the three girls asleep while Nicholas’ head and his bag of gold pops into view through the open window. The typical medieval fresco painter chose neither of these fine options, opting for something much more ambitious instead. He painted both the exterior and interior perspective. By slicing off the front wall of the house, the viewer can see Nicholas on one side of the exterior wall and the girls on the other. Think of the way a modern theater stage is designed, allowing the audience to watch an actor enter and move about a house that has been cut in half.

One artist's depiction of the dowry gift

I have included an image from a church wall illustrating what I am talking about.

It is impossible to know for certain why medieval artists drew the scene this way. I suspect they wanted to capture the very moment in which the gift was given, the action of Nicholas tossing the bag of gold through the window. This required that both inside and outside be visible. Artists needed to depict Nicholas with his arm extended, putting the bag through the window. They also needed to show the recipients of the gift, the girls slumbering peacefully in bed, unaware of their benefactor.

Nancy Ševčenko tracked down the earliest church and monastery frescos and reported her findings in The Life of Saint Nicholas in Byzantine Art (Torino: Bottega d’Erasmo, 1983). These tenth and eleventh century wall-paintings seem to be among the very first attempts in Western art to represent the inside/outside perspective simultaneously. And so, as fate would have it, the famous story provided artists the perfect opportunity to resolve a real spatial conundrum.

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Sharing Nicholas with Others this Summer

Now available on YouTube: the BookExpo America author interview! Along with some quirky nuggets about St. Nicholas, I get to share what my wife and I tell our ten year old daughter, Cassidy, about Santa Claus. The BEA interviewer and I had a wonderful conversation and at the end he asked for a copy of the book. He admitted that, being a Jew, he did not have much experience with Christmas or interest in Santa Claus, but that I had suddenly piqued his curiosity about St. Nicholas.

The book has been getting that kind of instant response from everyone I encounter. At BookExpo America, we gave away about 50 signed advance copies, and just about every single person shared some personal tidbit, memory, or question about Nicholas. We are starting to see that the saint who would be Santa elicits genuine curiosity and interest. Of course, there are some pictures from the event below the video interview.

November 1, the official release date of the book, cannot get here fast enough.

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In New York, Christmas comes early

Dig out your red Santa hats for a New York Christmas in June at Book Expo America! I’ll be signing books, recording podcasts, passing out goodies, and maybe even singing carols on Tuesday, June 5, at the Javits Center.

It’s fitting that our book publicity campaign begins in New York City. New York has long been associated with St. Nicholas. In 1835, Washington Irving and a few other prominent New Yorkers founded the Saint Nicholas Society for the preservation and promotion of Dutch customs in the city of New York. This was a key moment in the development of the Santa Claus tradition in America. It was during this time that St. Nicholas made the transition from being an exclusively European and Roman Catholic saint to being a beloved fixture of American folklore, an icon of gift-giving, and – curiously enough – a Protestant of Dutch descent.

While taking in the sights of this grand old city, keep an eye out for signs of Santa. You never know where he’ll turn up.

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