Hier finden Sie eine Bauernregel bzw. Wetterregel zum 24. Dezember:
Wie die Witterung an Adam und Eva (24.12.), so bleibt sie bis Ende des Monats.
‚Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‚kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
„Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!“
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
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;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Dieses Gedicht erschien 1832 in den USA ohne Autorenangabe. Wahrscheinlich stammt es von Clement Clarke Moore, möglicherweise aber auch von Major Henry Livingston Jr. Es ist ein wichtiger Schritt bei der Entwicklung der Figur des Weihnachtsmanns. Unter anderem werden hier die Rentiere zum ersten mal namentlich erwähnt.
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Clyde Alvin Bailey war ein hinsichtlich seiner Herkunft nicht erfasster Mann (62), der am 24. Dezember 2012 in Myrtle (MS) von der Polizei erschossen wurde.
Der 24. Dezember 2012 war ein Montag und der 1331. Tag von Trump auf twitter. An diesem Tag setzte Trump nur einen tweet ab. Dafür gab es 555 Likes und 530 Retweets. Der tweet lautete:
From my family to yours…I want to wish you all a very merry Christmas!