Posts Tagged: christmas
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Even in our prickly individualism, hemmed in by consumer goods, there are moments when we can escape from safe, homogenized lives to experience the tingling pleasures of heat and cold, of icy days and starry nights.
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Holland isn’t the only Northern European country with unusual Christmas traditions. Icelanders pride themselves on being a nation of readers—93% of residents read at least one book a year, and one in ten publishes one in his or her lifetime....more
Starting in the 1820s, when Christmas was still largely a day of feasting and religious observance, publishers helped pioneer the concept of giving mass-produced goods as presents, inventing an entire genre of books, called Gift Books, designed to be presented to loved ones at Christmas.
Each holiday season, Icelandic readers enjoy the jólabókaflóð. This seemingly unpronounceable word is best translated as the Christmas Book Flood, a tradition of a rush of new books released in time for Christmas. Icelanders have been giving each other books at Christmas since the Second World War when imports were expensive and scarce....more
MY CHRISTMAS PUPPY
Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing my Christmas puppy....more
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Charles Dickens loves a good punch, and the alcoholic concoctions make appearances in many of his novels. The perhaps least fortunate of his characters, Bob Cratchit, drinks a punch made of gin and lemon. Although the text only refers to two ingredients, its likely referencing a much more complicated mixed drink—Slate investigates the recipe the Cratchits drank to forget their troubles....more
Santa’s elves spend all year manufacturing low-cost holiday decorations to bring Westerners Christmas cheer. The only problem? They aren’t elves, but Chinese factory workers. The Guardian explores life in the Chinese “Christmas Village” responsible for 60% of the world’s holiday decorations....more
Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing SantaCon....more
For Hyphen magazine, Jenny Lee writes about the all-American tradition of eating Chinese food on holidays, especially for immigrant families.
Not just any Chinese food, either—Lee favors the classic low-cost Chinese buffet, with its mix of foods from across and beyond Asia, all prepared in very American ways....more
Alexandra Socarides gives a clear warning at the beginning of this article that she doesn’t want to ruin anyone’s Christmas, but you should probably read the original poem one last time before reading her breakdown at the Los Angeles Review of Books about what “The Night Before Christmas” really means....more
“Maybe it’s the glow from the new miniature lamppost from the Caroler collection my brother ordered that literally cast my mother’s dolls in a new light or the realization that they’ve been with our family for so long, but I’m regarding the arrangement on the bay window sill of my parents’ house—their own and no longer in Germantown—with less skepticism this year.