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swamptoad
12-11-2005, 09:49 PM
RUDOLPH THE RED-NOSED REINDEER
The Chicago-based Montgomery Ward company, department store operators, had been purchasing and distributing children's coloring books as Christmas gifts for their customers for several years. In 1939, Montgomery Ward tapped one of their own employees to create a book for them, thus saving money. 34-year old copywriter Robert L. May wrote the story of Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer in 1939, and 2.4 million copies were handed out that year. Despite the wartime paper shortage, over 6 million copies had been distributed by 1946.

May drew in part on the story "The Ugly Duckling" and in part from his own experiences as an often taunted, small, frail youth to create the story of the misfit reindeer. Though Rollo and Reginald were considered, May settled on Rudolph as his reindeer's name. Writing in verse as a series of rhyming couplets, May tested the story as he went along on his 4-year old daughter Barbara, who loved the story.

Sadly, Robert Mays wife died around the time he was creating Rudolph, leaving Mays deeply in debt due to medical bills. However, he was able to persuade Sewell Avery, Montgomery Ward's corporate president, to turn the copyright over to him in January 1947, thus ensuring May's financial security.

May's story "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" was printed commercially in 1947 and in 1948 a nine-minute cartoon of the story was shown in theaters. When May's brother-in-law, songwriter Johnny Marks, wrote the lyrics and melody for the song "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer", the Rudolph phenomenon was born. Turned down by many musical artists afraid to contend with the legend of Santa Claus, the song was recorded by Gene Autry in 1949 at the urging of Autry's wife. The song sold two million copies that year, going on to become one of the best-selling songs of all time, second only to Bing Crosby's "White Christmas". The 1964 television special about Rudolph, narrated by Burl Ives, remains a holiday favorite to this day and Rudolph himself has become a much-loved Christmas icon.


SANTA CLAUS
The origin of Santa Claus begins in the 4th century with Saint Nicholas, Bishop of Myra, an area in present day Turkey. By all accounts St. Nicholas was a generous man, particularly devoted to children. After his death around 340 A.D. he was buried in Myra, but in 1087 Italian sailors purportedly stole his remains and removed them to Bari, Italy, greatly increasing St. Nicholas' popularity throughout Europe. His kindness and reputation for generosity gave rise to claims he that he could perform miracles and devotion to him increased. St. Nicholas became the patron saint of Russia, where he was known by his red cape, flowing white beard, and bishop's mitre. In Greece, he is the patron saint of sailors, in France he was the patron of lawyers, and in Belgium the patron of children and travellers. Thousands of churches across Europe were dedicated to him and some time around the 12th century an official church holiday was created in his honor. The Feast of St. Nicholas was celebrated December 6 and the day was marked by gift-giving and charity.

After the Reformation, European followers of St. Nicholas dwindled, but the legend was kept alive in Holland where the Dutch spelling of his name Sint Nikolaas was eventually transformed to Sinterklaas. Dutch children would leave their wooden shoes by the fireplace, and Sinterklaas would reward good children by placing treats in their shoes. Dutch colonists brought brought this tradition with them to America in the 17th century and here the Anglican name of Santa Claus emerged.

In 1822 Clement C. Moore composed the poem A Visit From Saint Nicholas, published as The Night Before Christmas as a gift for his children. In it, he portrays Santa Claus:

He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly,
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

Frosty the Snowman
Nelson/Rollins, 1950

By Bob Bankard
phillyBurbs Special Sections



Imitation is the sincerest form of capitalizing on someone else's idea. So it went with the writing duo of Jack Nelson and Steve Rollins in 1949, as Gene Autry's performance of John Marks' "Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer" sold 2 million copies in its first season. Three things came to mind:

1) We could write something that stupid.

2) Those guys are making a fortune.

3) We want money, too.

Ipso facto, "Frosty."

Over the course of the aging winter, the pair had ascribed anthropomorphic qualities to any number of holiday trappings before they finally came across the concept of the irrepressible snowman. They tin-pan alleyed a catchy tune from it, and before summer was warm they found themselves at the doorstep of Mr. Autry, promising him they had 'the next big thing' for the Christmas to come. Autry was an easy sale; he was hoping for a chance to follow up on last year's triumph, and snatched it up greedily.

Somehow, it worked. It was another hit - not a Rudolph by a long shot, but it did manage to burrow down into the public consciousness enough that Frosty joined the pantheon of Christmas icons. Nelson and Rollins sold Autry another song at the same time - just in case. And that's how the Easter ballad "Here comes Peter Cottontail" was born.

BBWMoon
12-11-2005, 11:31 PM
In my godfather's stone basement/cellar there was an old shoebox of a few toys that were meant to be thrown out. I remember inside it, there was a pair of metal skates, a bubble gum machine's rubber ball, and an old Golden Book's copy of "Frosty the Snowman"

I can't count how many times I sat at the bottom of the cellar stairs reading "Frosty the Snowman". I remember Frosty was more realistic, and less cartoonish in that version.

They moved when I was nine years old, so I must have been six or seven.
Funny, I never brought it upstairs. That was the place to read it.
http://www.seriesbooks.com/frosty02.jpg

I also loved GB's "Santa's Toy Shop"

Jack Skellington
12-12-2005, 12:38 AM
Just a little correction. Before Santa was Saint Nick, he was the Holly King.

The God of nature, the Green Man, has a duality to him. One half of the year he is the Holly King and the other half he is the Oak King. At Yule the Holly King is reborn/replaced/defeated by the Oak King. Mistletoe is associated with Santa because of the Oak King side to him. (Mistletoe grows on the branches of Oak trees.) Holly is associated with Santa because of the Holly King side of him.

Santa's sleigh has eight reindeer (a sacred animal to the Celts) representing the eight Sabbats of the Pagan year.

Many early Christian Saints were canonized Pagan Gods. Like the Celtic Goddess Brigid/Briget/Brighid for example. Her Sabbat, Imbolc, has been secularized onto the modern holiday Groundhog's day.

Aurora
12-12-2005, 10:01 AM
Thank you, Jack. :)

I love these swamptoad! Thanks for sharing.

~Aurora

Pink
12-12-2005, 11:56 AM
In my godfather's stone basement/cellar there was an old shoebox of a few toys that were meant to be thrown out. I remember inside it, there was a pair of metal skates, a bubble gum machine's rubber ball, and an old Golden Book's copy of "Frosty the Snowman"

I can't count how many times I sat at the bottom of the cellar stairs reading "Frosty the Snowman". I remember Frosty was more realistic, and less cartoonish in that version.

They moved when I was nine years old, so I must have been six or seven.
Funny, I never brought it upstairs. That was the place to read it.
http://www.seriesbooks.com/frosty02.jpg

I also loved GB's "Santa's Toy Shop"

I had that book! Frosty and Santa's Toy Shop which I read so many times it fell apart. lol I think my mom still has my raggedy copy of frosty.:)

Webmaster
12-12-2005, 11:57 AM
SANTA CLAUS
The origin of Santa Claus begins in the 4th century with Saint Nicholas, Bishop of Myra, an area in present day Turkey. By all accounts St. Nicholas was a generous man, particularly devoted to children....

It always sort of puzzled me why Santa Claus signifies Christmas here in the United States, whereas the actual birth of Christ is sort of buried somewhere in the whole ho-ho-ho frenzy.

Interestingly, in my native Switzerland, and as far as I know in most of Europe, Santa Claus plays a very different role. Saint Nicholas Day is actually December 6th. That day Saint Nicholas comes to your house, physically and during waking hours in the evening. He wears the same outfit as here, carries a bag of goodies and has a big book that contains your entire naughty/nice history for the year.

Good children will then get goodies (not so much presents as peanuts, clementines, gingerbread cookies, dates, and such). Bad children will only get a "Fitze," which looks like the business end of a Harry Potter style broom and is used to discipline a child. Really bad kids, oh my, gets stuffed in Santa's bag and taken to the forest. That job at times falls to Santa's helper "Schmutzli," who wears the same Santa outfit, but in black instead of red. No one wants to go to the forest with Schmutzli.

As kids we believed very much in this scenario, and the fact that there were so many Santa Clauses milling around seemed somewhat logical.

We then celebrated the four "Advents," marked by the four weeks preceding Christmas. For that we had a wreath with four candles on it. First advent, one candle. Second, the second, until, on Christmas Eve the fourth and final candle was lit.

We never saw the Christmas tree until Chistmas Eve. It was in a room closed to us. A variation was that the room was open, but no presents were there. On Christmas Eve, the room was closed until, sometime in the evening, a bright bell rang which indicated that the Christ Child had come, brought presents, and rang the bell for us children. The door then opened and there was the Christmas tree, all lit up with real candles and there were all the presents. Yeah! The idea of having Christmas in the morning would make European children gag and shake their heads in disbelief.

Incidentally, it was never made entirely clear who or what exactly the "Christ child" was. We didn't think it was actually baby Jesus, but more sort of an angel and most likely female and very beautiful.

Maybe that's the miracle of it all, the childlike innocence, the anticipation, the magic of it all, things we don't understand, nor see a need to analyze. All the stuff we lose once we grow up and the whole thing gets replaced by the annual shameless, hideous commercial push to buy as much crap as possible lest, of course, you're a stingy ogre who doesn't care for his or her loved ones.