1986 Christmas stamp. Source: The Garden Trust website
Joseph of Arimathea, Jesus’ uncle, visited Britain according to Christian folklore and while here, planted his staff in the ground at Glastonbury and it immediately sprouted into a thorn tree. The Glastonbury Thorn was thereafter considered holy and it proved its divine provenance by blooming each Christmas Day. When the calendar changed and the former Christmas Day moved to 5th January which, confusingly, became known as Old Christmas Eve, the Thorn sadly did not accommodate its blooming habits to the new dating system. The Puritans had considered the Joseph legend stuff and nonsense and during the Commonwealth the Thorn was cut down. Cuttings survived however and were replanted, with the Thorn once again coming into flower in both midwinter and early spring to this day. To add some veracity to the legend, the Thorn is estimated by botanists to have its origins in the Middle East.
Twelfth Night, the night before the last day of the Christmas season was often celebrated by a final bout of wassailing. To wassail - the word is derived from the Anglo-Saxon toast waes hael , or good health - is to pass round a bowl of festive ale or mead punch and to drink to the season. Wassailing was also carried out by groups of beggars on a trip called the Visiting Wassail, who throughout Christmas would go door to door seeking food and wassail drink. Tonight was the last opportunity the alms seekers had to importune their neighbours in this way before being told to go away and come back next year.
[ID: A white person with short hair is standing behind an arcade prize counter wearing a red uniform. They look directly into the camera, saying “Christmas Eve, arcade’s empty, closing up. Sure hope nothing bad happens to my favourite machine while we’re gone”. As they say that, the sounds of glass smashing can be heard. Sounds of destruction continue in the background as they look around in mild confusion, before saying “Do you hear...? No, I’m sure it’s fine.”
The screen cuts to black, with white text reading “One and 3/7 of a Week Later”
The screen cuts back to the same person, now standing in the middle of the arcade in front of machines. They have their hand in front of their face and are looking around in distress. They say “So, update-” and are cut off by the guitar riff from “Cabinet Man”. End ID]
I know we've all experienced the "I want someone to write the fanfic I want to read and I don't want it to be me" phenomenon, but it feels extra pathetic when it's a fic from your VERY SPECIFIC AU/canon.
i think its christmas eve, so i think i had to......
[ID: an advertisment for the game "Cab Man", in a style reminicent of a 90's game ad. The background is red, and in the foreground there is an arcade cabinet with arms and legs and a face with a large sparkle in its eye, similar to the cover of spirit phone by niel cicerega. There is a blurb at the bottom that reads "HE WONT HURT YOU UNLESS YOU CHEAT..." and "The game that drove local kids to madness... now at your local arcade! Play as NIEL, a nerd who finds himself in the world of spirits. Who knows, if you arent prone to madness, maybe you can phone him out." END ID]
My dog died just before this Christmas. She was 15 years & 8 months old - an impressive age for a border collie. The breed average is 11 years. I had her from 12 weeks old and she was my very first dog. I’ve never known a love so uncomplicated and easy. She was, TO ME, literally perfect. In fact, that’s the first thing I said when I laid eyes on her.
Now it’s NYE, and we always distract our dogs with giant ostrich bones to enjoy while distant neighbours set off midnight fireworks. We never spent NYE out because our animals got scared of the noise. I can’t bear to think I don’t get to see her tonight, pleased as punch with a bone the size of her head.
I understood we’d lose her, I knew she was getting up there. We had discussed all our options for her care and treatment with our vets so there were no surprises. But damn it, it still hurts. It hurts SO much more than I was anticipating. Sorry for the downer post but if you get to kick the year off with your pet best friend, I am so happy for you! Give them all the love they can stand. Give them extra from me.
you know how when you have a dream about someone you know doing something horrible and then you wake up and are mad at the person, not for any real reason but because how dare they do that in your dream