sameolme has taken up residence in my brain.
He is now, and has been for 2 years,
the default tune in my head. I have no idea why, for a while I was sure that
"this means something", but now I'm content to hum the tune when ever he pops in. Perhaps its not even a carol, but an an ancient song that I've been humming to myself throuh countless incarnations. I feel good when I hum it. At one with the old woman humming while she knits and the young child humming as he puts the legos together.The good king can stay as long as he likes.
unhinged is entombed in st. vitus cathedral in prague praha praga

i saw his tomb. it was weird to think that the christmas carol was real. *shrugs*

good king wenceslas looked down
on the feast of stephen
where the snow lay round about
cool and crisp and even

he was real. i don't know why that freaks me out.
sameolme Well, he's still there, and I'm still
liable to start humming his tune when
at quietly happy moments. It's time to break down and learn the words to it.

Good King Wenceslas looked out on the Feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel.

“Hither, page, and stand by me, if you know it, telling,
Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?”
“Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes’ fountain.”

Bring me food and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither,
You and I will see him dine, when we bear them thither.”
Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together,
Through the cold wind’s wild lament and the bitter weather.

“Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger,
Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer.”
Mark my footsteps, my good page, tread now in them boldly,
You shall find the winter’s rage freeze your blood less coldly.”

In his master’s steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;
Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,
You who now will bless the poor shall yourselves find blessing.
sameolme The time of year being what it is,
I've noticed that the good king has left.
He hasn't been in my head for I don't know how long. He is out spreading joy, no doubt.
Syrope it's not even about christmas. it's about the day after - boxing day.

there should be more songs to celebrate the day after christmas. we should all be so lucky as to survive christmas day.
pete i like boxing day, personally 061222
flowerock The first song I performed in front of an audience on flute with my friend and class matr Leslie in elementary school. 150226
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