Another marvelous Christmas poem ~ "Festive Christmas"

Small vintage card from my collection

I'm continuing to browse through those older November/December issues of Country Woman magazine.  The 1992 issue has been a real treasure trove of poems and recipes.  The Readers' Poetry Corner featured another poem by Shirley Harvey.  Here it is:

Festive Christmas
The town is dressed in Christmas fare
With stars and tinsel everywhere,
Bright lights strung around the yards,
And folks all writing Christmas cards.

A dust of snow is on the hills,
Red candles shine from windowsills;
And stockings hung on mantel places
Will soon bring smiles to little faces.

Loved ones come from far away
to share the blessings of the day --
This special day of Jesus' birth,
This time of joy and peace on earth.
-- Shirley Harvey
    Barre, Vermont

Again, Shirley Harvey's Christmas poetry touches a nostalgic chord in me.  Stars, tinsel, Christmas lights ... and my childhood home had hills ringing it where a dust of snow would be simply beautiful, especially the season's first snow.  I picture the colored candoliers shining from my grandmother's window sills in the old white farmhouse ... oh, how times have changed.  We have lost so much of the innocent beauty of days gone by.  I, for one, intend to keep doing all that I can to keep it alive.

Angel Food Candy -- a fun kitchen gift

Photo from Taste of Home

Still looking through those December back issues of Country Woman!  This week I came upon a recipe I'd tried years ago, from the November/December 1992 issue.  I'd forgotten about this candy, but it is delicious and fairly simple to make.  It also might be a fun edible "science experiment" for kids to observe, since there is quite a spectacular foaming action when the baking soda is added.  They could help with some of the prep work too, but should not be the ones to add the baking soda, since the mixture is very hot and the possibility of spattering too great.

Here's the link: Angel Food Candy.  Hope you enjoy this sweet taste of the past!  It would make a nice candy to put in Easter baskets, too.

"Yuletide Signs" -- another poem discovery

There's a lot to be said for browsing through old Christmas magazines.  One of the most fun things for me (aside from the recipes, crafts, and decorating ideas) is the discovery of some lovely poems by rural women who contributed them to Country Woman magazine's Readers' Poetry Corner.  I found this in the November/December 1002 issue.  It's by Louise Pugh Corder.

Yuletide Signs
Rushing and bustling,
Secrets and glee,
Shopping and baking, 
Trimming the tree;
Practicing carols, 
Cards from those dear,
Anticipation --
Christmas is near!

Pageants, cantatas,
Candle's gold beam,
Feasting and presents,
Tall fir agleam;
Visiting, worshiping,
Angels bent near,
Birthday celebration --
Christmas is here!
~ Louise Pugh Corder
   Franklinville, North Carolina

I just love how the poet evokes the anticipation and celebration of the season.  It brings back memories of when my kids were at home and all of the gleeful secrets, the shopping and baking, the practicing for cantatas and plays.  Hope you enjoy the poem, too!

Happy February Rudolph Day! (and a cookie recipe)

Photo by Taste of Home

Happy Rudolph Day to all those who are observing it!  I don't have time to do a lot of Christmasy things today, although I am drinking a cup of Christmas tea and listening to lovely Christmas carols as I write.

In a way, I guess I could say that I actually will be working on Christmasy things today, as my main focus for the day [other than a stint of writing/studying] is to see how far I can get in getting two large, belated Christmas gifts completed.  They may be half done -- maybe a little more than half.  So we will see how that goes.  They are still a secret so I can't post pictures.  I'll just say there is lots of felt, cutting, and gluing involved.

I also wanted to share a Christmas cookie recipe for those who may be in the baking mode today.  I haven't made these cookies, but they are on my want-to-try list: Spritz Holly Wreaths.  This pressed cookie recipe contains cream cheese, so the cookies wouldn't dry out as quickly as a regular spritz.

Spritz wreaths were a part of my childhood Christmas memories, as they were among the baked goods sold at a church Christmas fair we usually attended.  So pretty -- ruffly white wreaths trimmed with bits of red and green candied cherries.  I vowed to make cookies like that myself someday, and when I grew up and acquired a cookie press and a kitchen of my own, I did just that.  I also found that the wreath shapes broke apart very easily once baked.  So I'm hoping that this recipe may solve that problem.  Maybe you would like to try this recipe, too!

"Season's Greetings" -- another inspiring Christmas poem

Small vintage card from my personal collection

I'm continuing my browsing through my older December issues of Country Woman magazine.  I'm continuing to find fresh inspiration as I do so, and today I'd like to share another lovely poem with you.  Over the years, Shirley Harvey's poems have often been published in this magazine's Readers' Poetry Corner, and I frequently have found that they really resonate with me.  Perhaps because I'm also a New Englander, this poet's words often speak to my own memories and also to the sort of tradition that I want to preserve for my own grandchildren.  Here's my most recent find:

Season's Greetings

 Evergreens wear stars and silver bells;

The kitchen's full of ginger-spicy smells.

Carols echo through the soft, still night.

Red candles shed their lovely, glowing light.

The creche is set about the fireplace,

Where flickering embers light the Infant's face.

Families gather home from far and near.

It's Christmastime -- the crowning of the year.

~ Shirley Harvey,

   Barre, Vermont

Isn't that beautiful?  Instantly I saw the foil-covered star topping our childhood tree, smelled the red-and-green sugar-topped molasses crinkles, and pictured the glowing red candles at my grandmother's house.  I hope that you all enjoyed the poem, too, and that it evoked some similarly sweet memories for you.

Fudge Puddles

Photo by Taste of Home

 I'm continuing my look-through of older December issues of Country Woman magazine.  So inspiring!  If you're not familiar with this magazine, look around on eBay and elsewhere and see if you can find yourself some back issues.  They are some of the most helpful December magazines in my collection, and also have few if any advertisements in their pages. 

This week I was looking through the Nov/Dec. 1992 issue.  Turns out it's the one from which I took my recipes for Whipped Shortbread Cookies and Eggnog Log Cookies.  Both of these recipes have become cherished family Christmas traditions for us.  I couldn't have said just how long I'd been making these recipes, but now I know it's been over 20 years!


In this same issue, which featured the winners of a Christmas cookie recipe contest, I found two more recipes I want to try.  One of them is these Fudge Puddles, which would be good any time of year at all.  I remember wanting to try this recipe at the time, but guess I never found the extra time to do so.  I know that Fudge Puddles have become a tradition in some families at Christmas, and I definitely want to try making these.  Now I can post the link here and know exactly where to find it!  I'm thinking of trying to do the peanut butter cookie part gluten-free, and will keep you posted. 

"Christmas Memories" -- another lovely Christmas poem

Yes, I'm still looking through those back December issues of Country Woman magazine.  I came across this truly lovely poem written by Shirley Harvey, and just had to share.  It spoke to my own Christmas memories.  Here it is:

Christmas Memories

At Christmas I remember

Popcorn on a string, 

Cookies made of gingerbread

And carols that we'd sing;

Icicles upon a tree,

A gold star shining bright;

Candy canes and  oranges 

And sleigh bells in the night.

At Christmas I remember

Red stockings in a row;

Families coming home again

In spite of ice and snow ...

And all these special memories 

Draw me close each year --

To other times and places

And those that I hold dear.

-- Shirley Adwena Harvey, Barre, Vermont

Isn't that lovely?  It brought back so many memories for me -- stringing popcorn and cranberries, for example, and the icicles that my mother always insisted be draped just so as the magical finishing touch to our Christmas tree.  And there were always oranges in the toe of each red stocking -- ours were heavy red wool felt trimmed with white chenille at the top with felt details, and our names on little felt banners.  Our extended family would gather at the farm often "in spite of ice and snow".  Our Christmases were a very, very special part of my childhood, and this poem brought it all back.  I hope you enjoy it, too.