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Witch-Wife, written loosely in the style of a short folk ballad, is about a defiant woman who “learned her hands in a fairy-tale, / And her mouth on a valentine”, who will never belong to her beloved (“But she was not made for any man”). She weaves a haunting tale of sacrifice into Sonnets from An Ungrafted Tree, about a woman caring for the dying husband she parted ways with years before.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u28z9Lint6E

My candle burns at both ends - Edna St. Vincent Millay

 

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Here We Come A-Wassailing ( song)

 

Here we come a-wassailing

Among the leaves so green,

Here we come a-wandering

So fair to be seen!

 

Chorus:

Love and joy come to you,

And to you your wassail too,

And Gods bless you and send you

A Happy New Year!

 

We are not just some travelers

Who walk from door to door,

We are the heathen revelers

Whom you have seen before.

 

Chorus

 

Gods bless you, father, mother,

Bless your children and your kin,

Gods bless this heathen household

And all who live therein!

 

Chorus

 

May Frey provide and Thor protect,

May Freya grant you love,

May you have health and happiness

And blessings from above!

 

Chorus

 

We ask your hospitality

In this cold winter night,

A warm place by the fireside

Within your hall so bright!

 

Chorus

 

Come, bring us half a loaf of bread

And half a cup of beer,

Then you shall our friendship win

and we will bring you cheer!

 

Chorus

 

Gods bless your house and home and hearth

And all who live in here,

May you have merriness and mirth

Throughout the coming year!

 

Chorus

 

Here we come a-wassailing

Among the leaves so green,

Here we come a-wandering

So fair to be seen!

 

Chorus

 

© Michaela Macha

 

 

 

Here We Come A-Wassailing

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Aldott, boldog Karacsonyt! 

 

 

In the Bleak Midwinter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Hibernation

 

When once green leaves of all sizes

turn red and gold and dark brown

and one by one they all fall down

 

Then Gaia sings her sweet lullaby

to all her children here and there

she lulls them to sleep everywhere.

 

When flora and fauna lay their heads

and Earth hides them in her bosom

until it is time for them to blossom

 

Then shadows conquer the woods

as the cold starts to burn and bite

and darkness overcomes daylight.

 

While some never wake up again

far too deep in their eternal slumber

others rise to a world full of wonder

 

In the fields and in the meadows

the flowers bloom and the cubs play

as sunrise chases the winter away.

 

by Petra Novakova

Art Esther Remmington

 

 

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*Baby's First Christmas* (1961)

 

~Eloise Wilkin~ American~ b. in Rochester N.Y., she spent summers in Western New York outdoors with her family. These memories forged her famous illustrations of nature, children and family. She graduated from the 'Rochester School of Technology' in 1923 and moved to N.Y.C. often illustrating books for her sister, Children's Book Author: 'Esther Burns Wilkin.' In 1944, Wilkin signed an exclusive contract with 'Golden Books' allowing her to publish three books a year, she illustrated these books for over forty-five years, often using her own four children and grandchildren as models. In 1960, 'Vogue Dolls Inc.' launched the first doll exclusively designed by Wilkin. When 'Kruschev' was visiting N.Y.C. he saw them in a store window and purchased numerous dolls to take back to Russia. E.W's books have peen published in hundreds of countries around the world and she remains a most beloved illustrator internationally, to the present day.~

 

1904 - 1987

 

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Love Came Down At Christmas

Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

 

Love came down at Christmas,

Love all lovely, love divine;

Love was born at Christmas,

Star and angels gave the sign.

 

Worship we the Godhead,

Love incarnate, love divine;

Worship we our Jesus:

But wherewith for sacred sign?

 

Love shall be our token,

Love shall be yours and love be mine,

Love to God and to all men,

Love for plea and gift and sign. 

 

 

Ozzy Osbourne - "Dreamer"

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"Most lefekszem és álmodom a Tavaszról"

c                   x

  u              n

     m        i

         m

 

                                                                           mentsen isten minden gondolkodástól

 

 

                                                   mert a tudás:magzatfúlás, haladsz

                                                   s halódsz, és holtod holta tagadás.

 

 

 

 

            kép e súj    s ág

            fairy

                          rajzfestmény

                                                                     rókafuldoklás

                                                                                                              ónosesőben

par

si

cum

shot

ming

ce

 

                                                                                              

                                                                                            The Rattles The Witch (1970) (original)

                                                                                           https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZuhkgTv9csE

 

Ozzy Osbourne - Crazy Train (Speak Of The Devil)

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwDpAfFzcRQ

 

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                                                                             Can't you see me runnin'
I am really runnin'
For ma life
Guess from where I'm
Comin'
Guess why I'm runnin'
For my life.

 

                                                                                     Crazy, but that's how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe. it's not too late
To learn how to love, and forget how to hate

Mental wounds not healing
Life's a bitter shame
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train

I've listened to preachers,
I've listened to fools
I've watched all the dropouts
Who make their own rules
One person conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it and you live the role

Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train  

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"The Shortest Day"

 

And so the Shortest Day came and the year died

And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world

Came people singing, dancing,

To drive the dark away.

They lighted candles in the winter trees;

They hung their homes with evergreen;

They burned beseeching fires all night long

To keep the year alive.

And when the new year's sunshine blazed awake

They shouted, revelling.

Through all the frosty ages you can hear them

Echoing behind us - listen!

All the long echoes, sing the same delight,

This Shortest Day,

As promise wakens in the sleeping land:

They carol, feast, give thanks,

And dearly love their friends,

And hope for peace.

And now so do we, here, now,

This year and every year.

Welcome Yule!

 

Susan Cooper

 

 

 

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The Longest Night

 

Dwellers scurry hastily into their humble lairs to fashion dreams of luxury as winter fills the air. A stillness settles on the land in waves of calm repose; fine clusters of Earth's symmetry reveal a timeless robe.

 

The snowflakes sparkle flawlessly like glistening stars above, inviting soothing poetry and timeworn tales of love. The longest night is honoured with historic celebrations, inspiring heartfelt promises and hopeful salutations.

 

The drummers thunder gallantly upon a dawning sky to welcome back the growing days and bright, beloved light. With open hands and open hearts, they hail the rising sun, a legacy of endless faith and hope for everyone.

 

Then every soul yields blessings upon every beating heart, united by the values of an old and timeless path. As winter sweeps her magic over hills and shimmering lanes; far, far away spring promises the birth of brighter days.

 

by Amelia Dashwood

Art Claudia Tremblay

 

 

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Christmas Pudding Charms

 

Our Christmas pudding was made in November,

All they put in it, I quite well remember:

Currants and raisins, and sugar and spice,

Orange peel, lemon peel—everything nice

Mixed up together, and put in a pan.

“When you've stirred it,” said Mother, “as much as you can,

We'll cover it over, that nothing may spoil it,

And then, in the copper, to-morrow we'll boil it.”

That night, when we children were all fast asleep,

A real fairy godmother came crip-a-creep!

She wore a red cloak, and a tall steeple hat

(Though nobody saw her but Tinker, the cat!)

And out of her pocket a thimble she drew,

A button of silver, a silver horse-shoe,

And, whisp'ring a charm, in the pudding pan popped them,

Then flew up the chimney directly she dropped them;

And even old Tinker pretended he slept

(With Tinker a secret is sure to be kept!),

So nobody knew, until Christmas came round,

And there, in the pudding, these treasures we found.

 

by Charlotte Druitt Cole

Art Charles Edmund Brock

 

 

 

 

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Skating

 

Spring is past, and Summer's past,

Autumn's come, and going;

Weather seems as though at last

We might get some snowing.

Spring was good, and Summer better,

But the best of all is waiting,-

Madame Winter-don't forget her.-

O

You

Skating!

 

Spring we welcomed when we met,

Summer was a blessing;

Autumn points to school, but yet

Let's be acquiescing.

Spring had many precious pleasures;

Winter's on a different rating;

She has greater, richer treasures,-

O

You

Skating!

 

Gleam of ice, and glint of steel,

Jolly, snappy weather;

Glide on ice and joy of zeal,

All, alone, together.

Fickle Spring! Who can imprint her?-

Faithless while she's captivating;

Here's to trusty Madame Winter.-

O

You

Skating!

 

By E. E. Cummings

Art Susan Wheeler

 

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The Holly King's Song

 

Through smiling eyes to you I say,

'Blessings on this Yuletide day!'

For though my reign is at an end;

Good cheer and joy to you I send.

Celebrate now, the return of the sun/son!

The Oak King's reign has just begun.

Through the turning wheel of time,

Each will have their turn to shine.

So relax. Be still, for this Yuletide spell;

Send love to all and all will be well!

 

Unknown

Art G Bell

 

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szemek

                         ó azok a szemek

kezek

lábak

hidegben

töröttek

                        gyerek szemek

                        fagyos töröttség

meleg sálak

                       remegés, éhség

szemek

töröttség

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*Tiny Tim and Bob Cratchit*

 

'In came little Bob, the father, with at least three feet of comforter exclusive of the fringe, hanging down before him, and his threadbare clothes darned up and brushed, to look seasonable, and Tiny Tim on his shoulder'

*Charles Dickens* ~ A Christmas Carol ~ (1843)

From...*Dickens's Children* (1912)

Jessie Willcox Smith~ American~ Prolific Children's Book/Magazine Illustrator..studied Art in Pennsylvania, at 'Drexel University~

 

1863 - 1935

 

 

 

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Frost

 

Magician he, who, autumn nights,

Down from the starry heavens whirls;

A harlequin in spangled tights,

Whose wand's touch carpets earth with pearls.

 

Through him each pane presents a scene,

A Lilliputian landscape, where

The world is white instead of green,

And trees and houses hang in air.

 

Where Elfins gambol and delight,

And haunt the jewelled bells of flowers;

Where upside-down we see the night

With many moons and starry showers.

 

And surely in his wand or hand

Is Midas magic, for, behold,

Some morn we wake and find the land,

Both field and forest.

 

by Madison Julius Caweind

Art Jane Kochnewitz

 

 

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The Snow Queen

 

She stood there dressed in cold white down

as soft winds swirled around her.

Her angelic face smiled

as she surveyed her wonderland.

Her time had come again

as it did once a year

to cleanse the world white,

making it seem bright

under the pale moon.

She surveyed her kingdom

and with the sweep of her hand,

she watched as the snowflakes fell again.

The smile on her virginal face

grew in its proportions

as the winter winds blew their deepest chill,

and then the Snow Queen knew

her season had last arrived.

The kingdom was hers again

before it came the time

when her sisters of spring, summer and autumn

would once more again

take their place on the throne.

 

by David Harris

Art Vladyslav Yerko

 

 

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*La Rose De Noel* (The Christmas Rose) (1962)

 

~Adrienne Segur~ French~ Children's Book Illustrator~ b. in Athens, Greece, raised in Paris, France. She was the daughter of French writer 'Nicolas Segur', her mother 'Kakia Kyriakos', was Greek. Segur married Egyptian philosopher 'Mounir Hafez.' They associated and socialized with many of the famous artist, poets and writers of the time throughout Europe. Although, Adrienne had such a cosmopolitan background and numerous, prestigious friends, she preferred to surround herself with unpretentious animals as companions. She illustrated numerous classics through her publishing company 'Flammarion' (Paris), which showcased her immense talent in Europe and latterly North America, throughout the 1950's-1970's~

 

1901 – 1981

 

 

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Gingerbread House

( A child's Poem)

 

I made a house of gingerbread,

It was so sugary sweet,

It took me all day long to make.

But only lasted a week.!

 

Monday I ate the ceiling,

Tuesday I ate the door,

Wednesday I ate the Windows,

Thursday I ate the floor,

Friday I ate all four walls,

Saturday I ate the lawn,

Sunday I licked up the crumbs

My gingerbread house is gone.

 

Unknown

 

 

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*Gathering Holly*

 

*Greeting/Christmas Card* *Medici Society* (1940's)

~Margaret Tarrant~ English~ Children's Book Illustrator/Artist~ b. in London, the daughter of English Artist, 'Percy Tarrant'. She loved to paint nature and religious subjects. She would often ride her bicycle from town to town and painted outdoors, also to save gasoline! She was an early conservationist and was very, good friends with 'fellow artist' Molly Brett, often painting with her, particularly in Cornwall.~

 

1882 – 1959

 

 

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*The Head Master in the Knitting Lesson*

 

*Post Card* (1914)

 

~ Carl Robert Arthur Thiele~ German~ Artist/Illustrator/Graphic Artist ~

b. in Leipzig, the son of an instrument maker, he specialized in Children's Book Illustrations, comic strip and news paper animation. He worked as a graphic artist for various companies, designing their advertising material and he accepted numerous other commissions. He loved to illustrate anthropomorphic animals and was a lecturer of Art, at the 'Academy of Fine Art' in Leipzig.

He was known as a real gentleman and according to his son "His work was his life, he was content with very little."

 

1860 - 1936

 

 

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I'm Going to Make A Fairy House

 

Fairies like to move about

From their world to our own

And when they come to visit ours

I want them to have a home

 

So I’m going to make a fairy house

A place for them to stay

I want it to be snug and warm

When winter comes our way

 

I think I’ll use an old dried gourd

And cut a hole to make the door

Then I’ll use some cotton

To make a nice soft floor

 

Then I’ll make some little beds

So they’ll have a place to sleep

And on their beds soft pillows

To lay their heads and dream

 

Fairies don’t like being watched

So I’ll hang their house high in a tree

Far enough enough away

So no one else can see

 

Then from the window of my room

In the darkness of the night

I can watch them twirling and darting about

In their glittering fairy flight

 

I hope the fairies like their home

I hope they’ll want to stay

For nothing is as beautiful

As watching fairies play

 

© Paul Harris

Art Matt Gibson

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*Gingerbread Making*

 

*Swedish Magazine Illustration* (1940's)

~ Andreas Helge Artelius~ Swedish~ Children's Book illustrator/Artist~ b. in Sundsvall, Sweden, he attended the 'Higher School of Art' and then the 'Academy of Fine Arts' in Stockholm. He illustrated books, magazines and newspapers. In the early 1900's he illustrated a popular comic strip called; 'Kaspas.' Artelius, was known for his winter and Christmas illustrations of rosy, cheeked happy children and Angels. He illustrated numerous childhood stories including 'School Mates.' He worked with oil, tempera and water colours. His work is exhibited in various Art Galleries throughout Sweden and a book entitled: 'Artelius' was recently published in 2008, pertaining to the artist and his beautiful work~

 

1895 - 1989

 

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*The Milk Pot* (late 1800's)

 

*Childhood's Treasures* (1886)

 

~ Marianne Preindlsberger Stokes~ Austrian~Artist/Children's Book Illustrator~ b. in Graz, Austria, studied art in Munich and France. She met landscape artist 'Adrian Stokes,' married him and settled in St.Ives, Cornwall. Together, they travelled to 'Skagen', Denmark and joined a colony of artists known as the 'Skagen Painters.'( A well known group of Scandinavian artists, in origin) Marianne and her husband were however, based in Cornwall and she was a good friend of Canadian artist: 'Elizabeth Adela Forbes,' at the 'Newlyn Art School.' She became one of the leading artists of the Victorian Era in the United Kingdom. She held several major exhibits at the Royal Academy and was greatly influenced in style by the Pre-Raphaelite movement~

 

1855 – 1927

 

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The Song of the Crab-Apple Fairy

by Cicely Mary Barker

 

Crab-apples, Crab-apples, out in the wood,

Little and bitter, yet little and good!

The apples in orchards, so rosy and fine,

Are children of wild little apples like mine.

 

The branches are laden, and droop to the ground;

The fairy-fruit falls in a circle around;

Now all you good children, come gather them up:

They'll make you sweet jelly to spread when you sup.

 

One little apple I'll catch for myself;

I'll stew it, and strain it, to store on a shelf

In four or five acorn-cups, locked with a key

In a cupboard of mine at the root of the tree.

 

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*Cinderella*

 

From...*Perrault's Fairy Tales* (1916)

~ Edmund Dulac~ French~ Children's Book Illustrator/ Coin and Stamp Designer/Artist~ b. in Toulouse, France, studied law and became a barrister, but eventually answered his true calling and studied Art in Paris. He then moved to London, in his early twenties and became a prolific and hugely popular Illustrator. He designed bank notes for various European countries and a commemorative coin for King George the Sixth. He was internationally renowned and was great friends with the artists, poets and writers of the Era. Edmund Dulac, was one of the few artists, from this age who lived to see his enormous success~

 

1882 – 1953

 

 

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*Wog and Wig* (1947)

 

~ Harry Rountree~ New Zealand~ Children's Book Illustrator, Water Colour Artist...moved to London at 23 yrs. of age, was a Prolific Illustrator, much sought after by well known authors and publishers, he completed over one thousand illustrations, throughout his life time... primarily for magazines, Children's Books and Newspapers, also illustrated a book pertaining to British Golf Courses and golfing caricatures. He was never out of work, so much was his work in demand that he continued to paint and illustrate books and magazines, until several weeks before his death~

 

1878 – 1950

 

 

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*The Library* (1905)

 

~ Elizabeth Shippen Green~ American~ Children's Book/Magazine Illustrator...attended the 'Pennsylvania School of Fine Arts', continued her studies a the 'Drexel Institute' in Philadelphia, where she began study with the famous illustrator 'Howard Pyle' and met her classmates Jessie Willcox Smith and Violet Oakley. The three shared a home together for many years called the 'Red Rose inn' and they were known as the 'Red Rose Girls'..Elizabeth married an architecture professor at the age of forty, after a five year engagement. The three remained life long friends and were all immensely successful illustrators, illustrating books and articles for 'Harper's' and' Ladies Home Journal'

 

1871 - 1954

 

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*Songs of Innocence* (1912)

 

~ Honor C. Appleton~ English~ b. in Brighton, she studied art at the 'Kensington Schools' also, 'Frank Calderone's School of Animal Painting' and the 'Royal Academy of Arts.' in London. She started her career with 'Mrs. Bad Ginger' and went on to illustrate the 'series of 'Josephine Books' among numerous others, hundreds in all. She developed a very, delicate water colour style that seemed to capture the innocent world of children and their adventures. She was greatly influenced by British artist's 'Kate Greenaway' and 'Annie French.' Her water colour paintings were exhibited at the 'Royal Academy' and there was a memorial exhibition, of her work in 1952 at the 'Hove Library' on the South East Coast of England~

 

1879 - 1951

 

 

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*The Good and Bad Berries* (1936)

 

~Ida Bohatta~ Austrian~ Children's Book Illustrator/Artist~ b. in Vienna, she studied in that city, at the 'School of Applied Arts' and had exhibited an artistic, talent for painting, writing and illustrating, from very young age. In 1927, she met the owner of a publishing house, who asked her to draw a number of floral postcards. These were shared with another publishing house and two years later were released as small books, with 8-12 beautiful illustrations in each. She began to illustrate children's books, for various well known authors, drawn to her ability using water colours, to depict gnomes, fairies, flowers and the changing seasons. Her books have been translated into eleven different languages and are still widely read. She continues to be a beloved artist throughout Europe~

 

1900-1992

 

 

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