Nothing so needs reforming as other people’s habits.
—Pudd’nhead Wilson’s Calendar
Behold, the fool saith, “Put not all thine eggs in the one basket”—which is but a manner of saying, “Scatter your money and your attention”; but the wise man saith, “Put all your eggs in the one basket and—watch that basket!”
—Pudd’nhead Wilson’s Calendar
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I like good Mince pie. Hot with vanilla ice cream. I dont like pumpkin pie.
I also like some fruitcake. In fact a lot of people like fruitcake, it’s just a meme that no one likes it. But sure, enough people dont that randomly giving out fruitcake to everyone likely caused that meme.
I was referring to the first adage Mr. Clemens used.
I get the clear impression that not only is there a widespread distaste for fruitcake, but a widespread notion that the people who do like it are mentally deficient, and deserve scorn, if not physical “correction.”
All the illustrations I’ve seen have the magi coming at night, when all the stores are closed. The silver and gold can buy blankets when they open. And it’s easier to transport from the East.
Ah, that takes me back. In the early eighties when my oldest was in kindergarten, he came home all excited about the Christmas Show they were going to be part of. Part of what he shared was “and my teacher told us what ‘round yon virgin’ means!” I put on a prepared-to-be-understanding smile, but he continued: “it means over there by that woman.” So I could agree that, yes, it means exactly that.
snerk I’m guessing that for a lot of people ‘half a dozen’ can be used as a non-specific, general sort of number.
One interpretation: the ships refers to the camels the Magi were riding; camels are/were called the ships of the desert. :rolleyes: However, tuna is called the chicken of the sea, so… .
This, this is Christ the King whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The babe, the Son of Mary.
These lyrics are not the chorus of the song. For some reason, they are treated as such, and meaningful lyrics have been forgotten.
Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
I’m not sure which version of “What Child is This” is the original, but I agree with you that the “nails, spears” version is superior, even though that’s not the version I heard growing up. It’s good to have some reminders in there of what this kid is going to grow up to be and do. For similar reasons, I’m upset when people usually cut out the myrrh verse of “We Three Kings”.
Speaking of which, I like everything about “We Three Kings” except for that one word: The magi were not kings. Call them sages, seers, astrologers, astronomers, scholars, wizards, wise men, whatever, but not kings.
