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From: Leigh.Perkins@sset.com
Date: Wed, 9 Jul 1997 09:14:40 -0700
Subject: Wassail
To: love-hounds@gryphon.com
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Ironic don't you think that the christian faith should adopt such a paganistic ritual - maybe it was done to gain popularity with (us) the heathens!! Leigh ______________________________ Forward Header __________________________________ Subject: Wassail Author: love-hounds@gryphon.com at INTERNET Date: 7/8/97 11:04 AM I think I've got a recipe for "Traditional Christmas Wassail" in one of my ten thousand cookbooks here, possibly the Joy of Cooking? I believe it is a variation of either mulled wine or mulled mead, and is what one made to serve to the "wassailers" when the came to sing at your door. Those old pagans probably used mead. Mmmmm, mead! Yum yum! Interesting note about Christmas . . . the sentimental family celebration we think of as so traditional is of fairly recent origin. In the late 1800's Christmas was a rather wild time. In New York the streets would fill with drunken "wassailers" who got out of hand and made it dangerous to go out at night. There was a conscious attempt at the time by both city government and local businesses to sweeten these drastic Christmas revels into a more family-oriented -- and more consumerist -- holiday. This also coincided with the growth of a more enlightened attitude towards children, who were coming to be seen less as miniature workers and more as budding people. One direct result was our now favorite Christmas poem, The Night Before Christmas, which was purely designed to promote a nicer holiday -- but with some of the loveliest occasional poetry an American has come up with. Karen "As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too." Clement Clark Moore