Tag: Vintage Dorset

Symondsbury Sizzler!

Well – we’ve been very bad at keeping the site up to date the last few months. To be honest we’ve concentrated more on Twitter and Facebook because, being inherently IT lazy, they are so much quicker to use and we have to do so little thinking to use them! Terrible isn’t it….! If we also used the other social media thingy whatsits as well like Pinterest and….erm…….well … you know….all those other things we keep hearing about but have no idea what they are…….we’d be forever glued to the laptops and would never actually get “out there” doing the stuff we love. Well – that’s our excuse and even though it’s a pretty bad one we’re sticking with it.

So anyway, we’ve been busy through the last few months with all sorts of events from weddings to baby showers to anniversaries and “ladies wot lunches” and even a couple of wakes. Our bunting has been all over the country and back again (thank goodness), our Post Box also had an outing beyond the Dorset borders (dread to think how much the courier charges were for our client – that box is a real Royal Mail cast iron beastie and takes a good strong lad or three to lift it!) and we’ve had lots of orders for tea favours and other bits and bobs. We’ve added some stock to the collection and we’ve lost a few bits along the way as well – some broken, some retired and some just plain lost! C’est la vie.

Here’s just a few photos from a wedding we supplied a few weeks ago. This one is going to be showcased on blog http://lovemydress.net/ in a few weeks time so we won’t say too much but will get back to you with the link – we’re SO looking forward to seeing the professional photos!! These photos were taken whilst we were in the process of setting up the marquee and catering tent (on a very hot day!).

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The Night Before Christmas!

Clement Clarke MooreFor our final blog of 2012 we thought we would share with you one of our favourite Christmas poems “Twas the Night before Christmas” also known as “A Visit from St. Nicholas” by American poet Clement Clarke Moore (1779 – 1863). Apparently, before this poem became so popular, St. Nicholas (of course Santa Claus) had never been associated with a sleigh or reindeers! Can’t really imagine not having Rudolf around at Christmas!

Merry Christmas from all at Vintage Dorset! We hope you have a peaceful and joyful day and a great New Year – see you in 2013!

 

 

Twas the Night before Christmas

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 the 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 the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it 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, 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 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.

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 peddler, 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 of 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 bowlful 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!”


Published by annie, on 23rd December 2012 at 12:52 pm. Filled under: Christmas,Vintage Activities,Vintage Arts,Vintage Events,Vintage Local History Tags: , , , , , Comments Off on The Night Before Christmas!