I was thinking about Christmas and Anticipation, which led me to the word Agog
Agog [uh-gog] predicative
– highly excited by eagerness, curiosity, anticipation, etc.
Agog made me think, for some reason, about Eggnog.
Eggnog [eg-nog] noun
– a Christmas drink I am agog about before it comes to my local grocery store.
My eggnog recipe is pretty special. It could be that it’s actually flavourful and doesn’t just taste like sweet milk (or maybe it’s just the bourbon, who knows?), but the holidays aren’t the holidays without it.
– Jamie Oliver –
I don’t have a photograph of eggnog, but I do have a photograph of my perfectly imperfect Christmas tree (yes, a few more strings of lights have burned out this year, and I anticipated that too.) As I put my tree up I thought about Christmas traditions, quotations, songs and poetry:
A lovely thing about Christmas is that it’s compulsory, like a thunderstorm, and we all go through it together.”
– Garrison Keillor, Leaving Home –
Colored lights blink on and off, racing across the green boughs. Their reflections dance across exquisite glass globes and splinter into shards against tinsel thread and garlands of metallic filaments that disappear underneath the other ornaments and finery.
– Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration –
He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
– Clement Clarke Moore, A Visit from St. Nicholas, 1823 –
How about we agree to leave Santa (and Frosty and all storybook characters) to the kids so the grown-ups can deal with real world issues, like adults?
– Stephen Ewart, Calgary Herald, November 29, 2011 –
In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it ‘Christmas’ and went to church; the Jews called it ‘Hanukkah’ and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say ‘Merry Christmas!’ or ‘Happy Hanukkah!’ or (to the atheists) ‘Look out for the wall!
– Dave Barry –
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles or rhinoceroseses
I only like hippopotamuseses
And hippopotamuses like me too!
– Written by John Rox, sung by Gayla Peevey in 1953 –
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies!
– Francis Pharcellus Church –
Some of the most wonderful things have to be believed to be seen. Like flying reindeer and angels. Like peace on earth, goodwill, hope, and joy. Real because they can be imagined into being. Christmas is not a date on a calendar but a state of mind.
– Robert Fulghum –
1914 WWI Christmas Truce
‘Twas Christmas in the trenches, where the frost so bitter hung
The frozen fields of France were warmed as songs of peace were sung
For the walls they’d kept between us to exact the work of war
Had been crumbled and were gone for evermore.
My name is Francis Tolliver, in Liverpool I dwell
Each Christmas come since World WarI I’ve learned its lessons well
That the ones who call the shots won’t be among the dead and lame
And on each end of the rifle we’re the same.
– ©1984 John McCutcheon/Appalsongs (ASCAP), Water from Another Time: a Retrospective –
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow –
Hope you all have a perfectly wonderful Christmas season!
This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge is Anticipation.