{"id":3276,"date":"2009-12-23T19:33:59","date_gmt":"2009-12-24T00:33:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/?p=3276"},"modified":"2009-12-23T19:33:59","modified_gmt":"2009-12-24T00:33:59","slug":"silent-night-from-sissel-plus-some-nonsense","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/?p=3276","title":{"rendered":"“Silent Night” from Sissel, plus some nonsense"},"content":{"rendered":"

First of all, to set you up for the insult,<\/strong> I’ve got this clip (I think from the same concert as last night’s song), where the Divine Sissel, along with a guy named Odd Nordstoga (I’m guessing he’s Swedish, but can’t say for sure; no relation to Dean Koontz’ Odd Thomas) do the Norwegian version of “Silent Night.” For some reason, instead of mentioning the silence of the night, as the German and English versions do, the Norwegian translation just says, “Glade jul, hellige jul,” which means, “Merry Christmas, holy Christmas.” In any case, I think it’s a very nice arrangement. The country-sounding fiddle the guy in back is playing is actually the famous, double-strung Hardanger fiddle.
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Now for the idiocy.<\/strong> I shared a memory from my childhood a couple nights back, with “Walkin’ in My Winter Underwear.” Below I shall reprint the text of another favorite memory, “The Night Before Christmas,” as recited annually by Clellan Card, much-beloved in his role as Axel in the “Axel and His Dog” television show on our local Channel 4. Of all the kids’ shows I ever saw, I’d call this one the best, because the man was kind of a mad genius, and he really inhabited his role. He did the show until the day of his death, a shock some of us still haven’t entirely gotten over.<\/p>\n

You have to imagine the Scandihoovian accent.<\/p>\n

“The Night Before Christmas”<\/strong><\/p>\n

Was the night before Chris’moose
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When all through the place I was stayin’ at
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There wasn’t nobody makin’ no noises, not even some mouses
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Except my brooder-in-law, and he is a rat!<\/p>\n

The stockings was hung by the schimney kinda careful-like
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Because the fella wid dose red knickers was s’posed to get dere!
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The monsters was tucked all snug in their beds
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While wisions of sugar plums dance in their heads.<\/p>\n

Mama in her curlers and me in my nightshirt
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Had just washed our feet for a long winter’s nap.
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When out on the grass dere rose a heck of a noise
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I yumped outta my bed to see if it was the boys!<\/p>\n

Over to the window I flew like a flash
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(I coulda made it faster but I was fulla mama’s hash).
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The moon was shining on the new snow what had just come down
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And it was shining kinda like it wasn’t night<\/p>\n

When what to my wondering eyes should appear
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But a teensy-weensy sleigh and eight teensy-weensy reinhorses!
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There was a tiny little driver, so sudden and quick
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I could tell right away in my goosepimples – it was yolly Saint Nick.<\/p>\n

More faster dan eagles, his horses they came
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And he whistled and hollered and called ’em all names:
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Now Hasher, now Trasher, now Victor, now Prancin’!
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On, Tackhead! On, Stupid! Onnnnn, ‘Sisconsin!<\/i><\/p>\n

To da top of da porch, to da top of da wall
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Now dash away, dash away!
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Would you reinhorses please get da heck up on da wall,
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If you don’t mind please?<\/p>\n

Then in two shakes of a wildcat’s tail
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I heerd those aminals monkeyin’ around wid their hoofs
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As I sucked in my head and tripped over the pewsycat
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Down the schimney come Santa Claus – flat on his back.<\/p>\n

He was a fat old fella, right yolly old elf
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And I laughed when I seen him – I couldn’t help it.
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A vink of his eye and a tvist of his neck
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Soon give me to know I deent have nothin’ to worry about.<\/p>\n

What was left of his pipe he held in his toot’
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And his smoke wrap’d around his head like a hoop
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He was quite broad in places, and he had a round little belly
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That shook when he giggle like a bowlful of yelly.<\/p>\n

His eyes they was glassy, his suit was the berries
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His scheeks was like roses and his nose like a scherry
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His droll little mouth was drawed up like a bow
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And da beard on his schin dragged clean down in da snow.<\/p>\n

He deent say nothin’ but went straight to his werk
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And filled up the hosiery and turned wid a squirt
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And pewtin’ his fingers alongside of his nose
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He says, “Have a good time, schildren!”
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And up the shimney he goes – psssshhht!<\/p>\n

He yumped in his sleigh and to his team gave a vhistle
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They yumped up and ran like they sat on a tistle!
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I heard him say as he scrammed outta dere
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“A Merry Christmas to all, and to all Good Night!”<\/p>\n

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First of all, to set you up for the insult, I’ve got this clip (I think from the same concert as last night’s song), where the Divine Sissel, along with a guy named Odd Nordstoga (I’m guessing he’s Swedish, but can’t say for sure; no relation to Dean Koontz’ Odd Thomas) do the Norwegian version … Continue reading “Silent Night” from Sissel, plus some nonsense<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[8,9],"tags":[2595],"class_list":["post-3276","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-goofing","category-music","tag-sissel"],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3276","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3276"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3276\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3276"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3276"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3276"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}