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Elves and Holidays

A Primer for St. Patrick's Day

  Here's a look back at the first column I ever wrote about St. Patrick's Day

          What about St. Patrick's Day?  If you happen to be in New England, you may notice that small towns dye their rivers green for the day.  In Memphis, you can drop by Silky Sullivan's down on Beale  Street and have a green beer.  (They also do something with a goat, but I've never been brave enough to ask for details!) Everyone you meet will claim to come from Ireland.  And you'll need to be up-to-date on your knowledge of all things Irish, like blarney stones, leprechauns and shamrocks.
 
             St. Patrick was real enough, although he was a pagan, came from Wales rather than Ireland, and was named Maewyn.  His first trip to Ireland occurred when he was captured by Irish marauders and carried off as a slave at the age of 16.  After 6 years, he escaped and made his way to Auxerre in Gaul, where he studied at a monastery and adopted Christianity.  He returned to Ireland as a bishop and spent some 30 years fighting with the local Druids and converting the population to Christianity. 
 
            Legend has it that he drove the snakes out of Ireland.  True enough, there are no snakes there.  But, then,  there never have been.  The island broke away from the continent well before the last Ice Age, and snakes never managed to make the swim to re-establish themselves.  My guess is that when Patrick promised to drive the snakes out of Ireland, he was actually casting an ugly slur on the Druids, who were pagan priests – "the little snakes!"
 
            Leprechauns are also problematic.  We all know what they look like – about three feet tall, old and ugly, with pointed ears and a pointed cap to match.  They smoke long-stemmed pipes, make shoes, and hide pots of gold under rainbows. They are anti-social, tricksters, thieves, and creators of mayhem in the middle of the night.  They like to get drunk on a homebrew called poteen and as a result usually have pink-tipped noses.  There are no female leprechauns, but I'm not going to touch the problem of how they make new baby leprechauns!  They are associated with St. Patrick because they are elves and therefore join the group of folks Patrick wanted to run out of the island.  Patrick's connection with shamrocks is better-grounded in fact.  He used the native three-leafed plant to explain the nature of the Trinity and adopted the shamrock as his badge. Despite the pictures you'll see, leprechauns probably do not hide under shamrocks.


There is a real Blarney Stone, and Irish legend says that if you kiss it, you will be rewarded with the gift of eloquence.  The stone itself is located on the third story of Blarney Castle, just northwest of the village of Cork.  To kiss the stone, you must sit with your back to it, lean backwards (with someone holding your feet), and lower your head down a crack between two stone walls.  They tell me there are iron rails to hold onto, but I think I'd rather just remain green with envy for those who speak with honeyed tongues.

Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone.

Big Plans for Christmas?

I certainly had them this year.  Then something went terribly wrong!


On the Side of the Elves

If you've been reading Facebook during the month of December, you've seen the attacks on "The Elf on the Shelf" -- either humorous pictures featuring the little creature in compromising positions or the more vitriolic ones that called him "creepy" or "evil."  I had vowed to stay out of the argument.  After the polarization surrounding the elections, I figured the last thing we needed this holiday season was another controversy. I cringed when people attacked him for not being "traditional," as the book cover claims.  After all, I'm old enough to remember similar attacks on Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer when his song first came out.  This argument, too, would pass, I decided.

However . . . and there is always a "however," isn't there . . . I learned something yesterday that forced me out into the center of the controversy.  So here's a "feel-good" story about the much-maligned little guy.

In Memphis we have two huge children's medical centers -- St. Jude's Children's Research Center for cancer patients, and Le Bonheur Children's Hospital for all of the other horrible things that can afflict our children.  Patients come from all over the world for treatments here.  Many come without their full families, and many stay for not just a few days but months at a time.  And the absolutely worst time for children to find themselves far from home, alone, sick, and in a strange hospital bed is Christmas.  One of the greatest fears among the little ones is that Christmas won't come, because Santa Claus will not know where they are.  And in the child's mind, that makes perfect sense because they don't know where they are, either. Nurses tell us that Christmas can be a dangerous time for these kids because they are so sad.

Enter the Elf! This year Le Bonheur installed elves in every ward and every floor in the hospital.  They made sure the children all heard the story, and throughout the hospital, the nurses carefully followed the prescribed ritual -- the elves would disappear overnight (to go back to the North Pole and report) and then reappear in a new location the next morning.  Even the sickest children got a chance to discover each new location. 

And that was their Christmas miracle.  The elves were reporting on their location and condition every night.  Now Santa Claus would know exactly where to find them. Christmas would come after all. When one reporter asked the children what it felt like to be in the hospital for Christmas, the overwhelming response has been, "It's been fun!"  No more fears about Christmas not coming.  The patients shared the same excitement and anticipation that healthy children experienced as they waited for Santa.

Creepy? Evil? Non-traditional? Excessive? Putting the emphasis on the wrong message?  Not in Memphis! Our local Elves on the Shelves are truly blessings, bringing comfort and reassurance where it is needed most.