One of my many hobbies on the side is collecting antique images (albeit digital) of Victorian and Edwardian Father Christmases clad in robes that are in other colors besides red. I am especially fond of those illustrations that portray ol' Saint Nick in blue, green, brown, and purple. T he ground is white with fresh snow east of the sun and west of the moon in the far off Grand Duchy of Stollen. Billowing, silvery drifts are piled throughout the country. The rivers and lakes are frozen solid. The woods are still but for the distant jingle of sleigh bells in the bracing air. The sky is slate grey, and heavy coal smoke hangs over the villages and towns. It is Christmas Eve here in the Grand Duchy, somewhere very near to Frederick’s Prussia, but a bit east of the sun and west of the moon, sometime during the mid-18th century. Citizens of Krankenstadt bustle to and fro through snow-covered streets of the small capital city of the Grand Duchy, running last minute...
A placeholder photograph borrowed from Wikipedia until I can get my own photo up here in its place. Guess what? Yes, I am enjoying the first two slices of this year's stollen with hot coffee right now, and it is delicious! As soon as the Grand Duchess sends me the photographs I took with her iPhone a few moments ago, I'll share a picture here. Of course, I misplaced my own phone after photographing the candles late yesterday evening. Argh!!! Longtime visitors to the Grand Duchy might recall that the territory and its immediate neighbors were first conceived way back in early December 2005 once Saturday afternoon as the Grand Duchess baked a small stollen to share with her German students at the time during their final exams. My home office at the time was across the hallway in our old apartment, the much missed Purple Room, where I sat enjoying the aroma of baking as I tried to come up with a catchy name for a new semi-fictitious mid-18th cent...