A post I made a year ago containing a lovely little song for the Feast of St. Nicholas. Take that, Arius!
There’s been a good run of Feast/Saint days on Thursdays for the past month, which means they have landed on the day of the weekly Solemn Eucharist at the College–always nice to recognize the Feast on the actual day. Today is no exception, there’s ample places to learn about St. Nicholas, including David Mosley’s post at Letters From Nottingham
Here’s a French folk song about St. Nicholas and the butcher:
Three little children sought the plain
Gleaners of the golden grain.
They lingered past the angel-song,
And dewy shadows swept along.
‘Mid the silence of the wood
The butcher’s lonely cottage stood,
“Butcher! lodge us for the night,
Lodge us till the morning light.”
“Enter in, ye children small,
I can find a place for all.”
The butcher seized a knife straitway,
And did the little creatures slay.
He put them in a tub of brine,
In pieces small as…
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