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Nollaig na mBan - Womens' Christmas - Little Christmas
Dhá lá déag tar éis Lá na Nollag, ceiliúraimid in Éirinn Nollaig na mBan. Ar an lá seo, déanann fir obair an tí - obair a déanadh mná don chuid is mó san aimsir atá caite (agus leanann an nós sin fós, in ainneoin an sár-obair atá daoine áirithe ag déanamh leis an gcás sin a athrú!!)
Tá sé mar nós againn fós an Crann Nollag a choinneáil suas go dtí an lá seo, agus tá traidisiúin bheaga ag gach teaghlach in Éirinn don lá seo. Cén traidisiúin atá agaibhse?? ☺️😄
🎄🤶🕯️🎁🤴🏾☃️
Twelve days after Christmas Day, we in Ireland celebrate "Womens' Christmas". On this day, men do the housework - work done mostly by women in times past (and typically still today, despite the great work particular people are doing to change that situation!!)
It's still a tradition to keep the Christmas Tree up until after this day, and every Irish household has their own little traditions for this day. What are your traditions for Womens' Christmas?? ☃️
Faoi thamall anois tá crónán ag bualadh in éadan mo cheann, ag tiontú thart ‘s thart arís i mo mheabhair. B’fhéidir gur an dáta bás de mo fíor-óige (atá ag éirigh níos clósailte agus clósailte, achan lá) a spreagann an mhothúcháin seo. An bhfuil focail faoi choinne é seo, i mBéarla nó as Gaeilge? An dóigh a gheobheann mo chuid anáil greamaithe i mo scadaman nuair a shílim faoi na rudaí uilig a bhí mé ag iarraidh fáil déanta roimh an Nollag?
Ba mhaith liom rudaí a dhéanamh - ceoil, ealaín, rud ar bith, rud ar bith chun giota beag difir a dhéanamh. Tá a fhios iomlán agam gur smaoineamh iontach naircisíoch é sin - caithfidh rud éigin speisialta a bheith fuit faoi choinne difir a dhéanamh. Níl rud ar bith speisialta fúimse.
Fiú má dhéanaim iarracht an phian seo a suaimhnigh, níl scileanna ar bith agam é a bhaint amach. Níl mé in ann uirlis úsáideach a seinm - go maith, cibé. Thiocfadh liom ceol ach níl mé iontach maith ag sin, sílim. Is fada an lá ó lig mé do dhuine mé a chloisteáil.
Níl mé maith ag ealaín ach oiread, cé go bhfuil mé ag iarraidh staidir a dhéanamh ar ábhair atá i ngrá leis an tarraingt. Níl mé ábalta dath a chuir ar mo chuid obair, níl mé ábalta rudaí galánta a chruthú. Tá mo chuid líoníochtaí gan lúth gan láthair, fuar, marbh
Níl mé rud ar bith cosúil leis na údáir a scríobh na leabhair a suíonn ar mo sheilf agus nach bhfuil ard ar bith agam orthu, níos mó. Níl mé in ann daoine a bogadh go dtí deora, nó aoibh greann a tarraingt go dtí a béil. Tá a fhios agam sin anois.
Agus chan mian míchoitianta é seo. Tá miliúin páistí eile ar fud an domhain amuigh ansin, ag luí le súile gile agus brionglóidí móra acu. Agus is cinnte go bhfuil na tréithe agus an treallús ag cuid acu - sin na daoine a dhéanfaidh difir, a gheobhaidh an clú agus an cháil agus an meas. Is créatúr ainnis mise i gcompairid - ró-tanaí, súile marbh agus beola scoilte. Súim leis na smaointe uilig seo ag ualaigh orm, ach ní éirím ón tolg nó ón leaba nó ón urlár chun rud ar bith a toiseacht chun iad a chuir i bhfeidhm.
Ach caidé atá diomailt míbhuíoch eile scaipfeadh ar an domhain?
It's the first winter that Luscinia experiences in Scotland - the first winter solstice that she's not celebrating with her little brother Alcedo.
But gladly Corvus, Sebastian and Poppy keep her company.
I tried to research about Irish and Scottish, but it's harder to find good sources, than I thought. So please don't hate me, if I made some mistakes in my writing - I tried my best.
(If you know some good sources, please let me know.)
The warm glow of the lanterns lit their way through Hogsmeade. Sebastian had insisted that they take the path through the village to the farmhouse so that he could show Luscinia the festively decorated streets.
His expectations were exceeded when she looked up with shining eyes at the garlands of holly and fir, to which golden nuts and apples were attached.
Metal vessels harboured fires that dispelled the darkness until the deepest nights, the windows of the individual houses were decorated with candles. No longer able to contain her joy, Luscinia ran with bouncing steps to a colourfully decorated Christmas tree.
"Ein Weihnachtsbaum!"
She clapped her gloved hands and stretched her nose closer to the branches, admiring the little golden stars.
"Huh?" Sebastian exchanged an amused glance with Poppy before stepping closer and carefully lifting one of the stars to scrutinise it from all sides.
"Ein Weihnachtsbaum" repeated Luscinia with a wide smile.
"A craobh na Nollaig."
Luscinia watched Sebastian closely as he pronounced the name and tried it herself after, eliciting a broad smile from him. Shortly afterwards, they both turned to Poppy and she understood immediately.
"Crann Nollag."
Laughing, the three of them strolled on through the village, Luscinia buying two bags of biscuits, one of which they emptied together, before they reached the farmhouse.
Inside it smelled of cinnamon and roasted apples, and Luscinia quickly slipped off her shoes and jacket, hurried to the stove in the parlour and opened the small hatch above the fire.
"Oh, Corvus!"
At the sound of the door, the man addressed had stepped out of the kitchen with a towel, greeted Poppy and Sebastian with a wave and entered the parlour with a grin.
"I've done my best."
He pressed plates into Luscinia's hands and used the towel to pull the baked apples out of the oven. The wintry smell intensified and Poppy and Sebastian came closer.
"Oh, they look delicious."
Luscinia praised her brother and couldn't take her eyes off the apples, which were now placed on the plates. The cold cheeks and stiff fingers of the three students slowly thawed again in the warmth of the oven, and they listened excitedly to the latest gossip Corvus had to report as they spooned up the flesh of the apples together with the walnut and honey filling. Leaning back contentedly in his armchair, Corvus patted his stomach and then got up to fetch the surprise he had announced in his letter.
"I've asked Auntie and Uncle to send us something for the house. And I managed to find the rest in and around Hogsmeade. Unpack it."
Luscinia tilted her head, smoothed her skirt and sank to the floor in front of the box. She glanced at her brother again and held her breath as she lifted the lid.
"No..."
What awaited her brought tears to her eyes - a fact that caused everyone present to join her on the floor. While Poppy cradled Luscinia in her arms and laid her head on her shoulder, Sebastian stood back and hastily stroked her hand with his fingertips before having a look at the contents of the box. A wooden pyramid stood in the centre of the box, wrapped in thick layers of fabric, with woven and braided stars made of straw and fabric ribbons on either side.
"If I'd known you were crying, I wouldn't have bothered," Corvus teased, freeing the Christmas pyramid from the layers of fabric and placing it in front of Luscinia's lap.
"Here. Auntie had it specially made. Look, you can even see the house on the bottom floor."
A closer look at the carved figures made Luscinia's tears overflow and, sniffling, she stroked the smooth wood and the gentle curves of the replica of her family's house until they got stuck on the little men who were up to all sorts of mischief on the second floor. A smile slipped between her tears, and she bit her lower lip to stifle the trembling in her voice.
"Thank you..."
Without another word, Corvus pulled his little sister close and held her tightly against his body.
"You know I love spending winter solstice here with you, Linni? There's nowhere else I'd rather be."
Before her sobs could get any louder, Corvus turned her round and pushed her down, back in front of the pyramid.
"Now, before your friends start crying too, you'd better show them what the lovely Muggles have come up with here."
Luscinia nodded weakly, put the four candles into the pots provided for them with shaky hands, and lit them with a flick of her wand.
"Oh how beautiful!" exclaimed Poppy as the wings began to turn and with them the figures on the different levels.
"And Muggles made this?" Sebastian bent down to the pyramid and stared at it so intently, as if the secret magic inside would reveal itself at any moment.
They fell silent for a moment, the wings of the pyramid rotated constantly, the figures whirled in circles, while the flames of the candles bathed the surrounding wood in a warm orange colour.
"Dear ones," Corvus slapped his thighs and straightened up again, "I had actually planned to decorate the house. So I can come back to a festively decorated home during the week."
He grinned and carefully lifted the pyramid to place it on the table in the centre of the living room. He then placed a wicker basket filled with fir branches in front of the three pupils and gestured through the air with a sweeping motion.
"Let your creativity run wild."
While they decorated the farmhouse with fir branches, golden nuts and apples, Poppy began to sing. With words emphasised differently, Sebastian then launched into the songs he knew, making first Poppy and then the Plonbraw siblings laugh. The melody of one of the songs also sounded familiar to Luscinia and Corvus, and soon the same song rang through the rooms in three different languages.
Finally, they fished the little stars made of straw and fabric out of the box, and Luscinia turned them thoughtfully in her hands.
"They could almost be from Alcedo."
"I'm sure they're from him," Corvus tousled her hair, "and the little crooked ones are from our sweet cousin."
With a grin, Luscinia tried to push down the sadness that wanted to sprout inside her again and with a shake of her head, she joined Poppy and helped her tie some of the stars to the fir branches. Humming and laughing, they both focussed on their tasks, meanwhile Sebastian joined Corvus as he lit the candles in the windows.
"I take it Alcedo isn't coming to visit you on the winter solstice?"
Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he watched Luscinia with his jaw clenched.
Corvus shook his head: "Our little one isn't so rebellious as to go against our parents' wishes and come here. And my hands are tied in this matter too."
He shrugged his shoulders before turning to the pupil.
"And yours even more so."
Sebastian stared at Luscinia's older brother with a furrowed brow, but he just grinned and patted him on the shoulder.
When I was young
eoreun doel sigan neomu meon nal gatasseo
Now I’m grown
sigani ppallaseo jeongsin charil su eopseo
ajikdo eomma pume anggigopeun
aiinde
sesangeun nal geopjumyeo nollage hae
nae eokkaee jimeul sireo
Not in a dusty way
Not in a dreamy way
I wish I were aware
jogeumman deo stay
Oh happy birthday to you
sarangbatdeon ai
Those days are gone
eonjebuteongga simbareun deo…
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The Gothard Sisters share their love of Christmas with a new album on Celtic Christmas Music #72.
Jil Chambless, Ed Miller, Scooter Muse, The Irish Rovers, Eileen Ivers, The Celtic Kitchen Party, The Gothard Sisters, Golden Bough, Steel Clover, The Langer's Ball, Laura MacKenzie
0:09 - Jil Chambless, Ed Miller and Scooter Muse "Emanuel" from Nollaig Chridheil / Songs of the Christmas Season
4:42 - WELCOME TO CELTIC CHRISTMAS MUSIC
I am Marc Gunn. Celtic musician and podcaster. We are promoting Celtic culture through Christmas cheer. If you hear music you love, please support the artists. Visit the shownotes to find out more about the artists and follow the show at CelticChristmasPodcast.com.
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6:01 - The Irish Rovers "Christmas at The Ale House" from Merry Merry Time Of Year
9:04 - Eileen Ivers "Reels: Christmas Eve/Oiche Nollag/High Road to Linton" from An Nollaig: An Irish Christmas
12:45 - The Celtic Kitchen Party "Huge on the Luge" from One Celtic Christmas
15:18 - INTERVIEW WITH THE GOTHARD SISTERS
The Gothard Sisters are a dynamic supergroup of three American sisters who play contemporary Celtic music. Through over 15 years of performing, touring, and writing music together, the optimistic style of their music and performances continue to resonate with their fans, building a loyal international following.
Their latest Celtic album, Dragonfly, and Christmas album, A Celtic Christmas, feature the sisters playing an assortment of acoustic instruments and vocals combined with modern production to create music exploring themes of resilience and adventure.
16:22 - STORY: Here We Come A Caroling
22:29 - The Gothard Sisters "Here We Come A Caroling" from A Celtic Christmas
25:44 - STORY: Winterberry Set
28:41 - The Gothard Sisters "Winterberry Set" from A Celtic Christmas
32:00 - STORY: O Come O Come Emmanuel
36:30 - The Gothard Sisters "O Come O Come Emmanuel" from A Celtic Christmas
40:18 - CELTIC CHRISTMAS MUSIC PLAYLISTS
If you’re looking for even more Celtic Christmas music, make sure you follow one of six Celtic Christmas playlists I have on Spotify. Add them to your own playlists while you’re at.
40:36 - Golden Bough "The O'Rourke's Feast (O'Carolan)" from Christmas in a Celtic Land
44:52 - Steel Clover "As Lately We Watched" from Season Of Love
47:48 - The Langer's Ball "Christmas in Carrick" from single
50:19 - CLOSING
50:54 - Laura MacKenzie "We Wish You a Merry Christmas/Ding Dong Merrily on High" from Yuletide Bagpipes
53:27 - CREDITS
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