23 December 2014

A Christmas Greeting from the Grand Duchy of Stollen. . .


The ground is white with fresh snow east of the sun and west of the moon in the 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 almost Christmas here in the far-off Grand Duchy of Stollen, somewhere to the northeast of Frederick’s Prussia, sometime during the latter third of the 18th century.    

Citizens of Krankenstadt bustle to and fro through snow-covered streets in the small capital city of the Grand Duchy, running last minute errands before the Christmas festival begins in earnest. The red brick North German Gothic storefronts feature special Christmas items and treats, and the happy faces of children peek in through the frosty windows at the cheerful seasonal displays. Street vendors peddle their wares in the town square, shouting loudly above the din of shoppers, their voices forming puffs of steam in the wintry air.    

In the streets leading from the busy riverfront to the city center, the colorful, gabled merchants’ houses are warmly lighted by candles in each window as year-end business is concluded in the ground floor offices. Music and song emanate from the Lutheran and Catholic cathedrals on the town square as their choirs rehearse one final time for their respective Christmas services. The notes and tones coalesce, spiraling up above the old city as organists and choirs rehearse their respective parts for the coming celebration. And in the side streets, local coffee houses and taverns provide a welcome respite from the biting Baltic cold along with hot beverages to warm the palettes of many a weary patron.    

Meanwhile, the Grand Duke Irwin-Amadeus II, his trusty English manservant Hives, and the palace staff are busy preparing for their departure midday.  The Grand Duke and Hives are joining his aunts  Hiltrud, Irmgard, and Waltraud, who, unbeknownst to to him, have decided once more, after failing to procure an understanding with a young woman of suitable marrying age and family a year ago, that the time has come yet again for an end to all of this shilly-shallying.  Irwin-Amadeus II must settle down and marry!    

Apropos their collective aims, the three formidable ladies are once more  hosting a large Christmas Eve ball in their nephew's honor at Aunt Hiltrud's country home.  Besides a host of suitable young women, the guestlist reads like a veritable who's who of Krankenstadt society, including that inveterate gambler and cardsharp Bishop Sievert Tiburtius, the Prince von Boffke and his wife the Lady Leonora Christina (nee von Grandin), the gluttonous Prussian ambassador to Stollen Herr Heinz von dem Salat, terminal gossip and society columnist Katrina-Bettina von Heffelfinger.

Other guests on the list of people joining the aunts for the Christmas festival include the crafty General Leger de Maine , the overly accessorized General von Tschatschke, General von Bauchschmerzen and his hot water bottle as well as the ponderous blowhard Lord Huffington-Blather.  Poor Irwin-Amadeus II!  Without doubt, a madcap farce is sure to unfold before Christmas Day and continue through New Year's Eve.

 Just before midday, the ornate coach into which Irwin-Amadeus II and Hives have  at last nestled beneath bearskin blankets rolls away from the palace entrance on its way to Aunt Hiltrud's house.  The fresh snow squeaks and crunches beneath the coach wheels as the team of six horses drawing it trots across the courtyard toward the gate.  The Grand Duke's coach next passes a detachment of the the blue and yellow uniformed Corps of Pontoniers, led by the fabled Oberfeldwebel Klatschen of the Leib (Grand Duchess Sonja's Own) Grenadiers.  The grizzled old NCO spies the grand ducal coach, shouts to the men in his charge to form up and give a salute to their monarch. 

And in the spirit of the season, the gruff Klatschen throws caution and protocol to the chilled wind, wishing his Grand Duke the compliments of the season and "Frohe Weinachten!" in a loud voice, hardened by much tabletop campaigning. The unwitting and befuddled Grand Duke nods and waves cheerfully, returning the wish through a coach window, bidding the marching troops well as the carriage pulls through the gate and out of the courtyard on it's journey to Aunt Hiltrud's. 

Returning to the present, wherever in the world you might find yourself this Christmastime, as you drop by the Grand Duchy of Stollen for a cup of warm holiday cheer during the next several days or so, the "real" Irwin-Amadeus II, the fetching Grand Duchess Sonja, and young Paul I bid you warm season's greetings. We would like to wish each and every one of you, as well as your near and dear ones, a safe, happy, and joyous holiday season. May you discover oodles of your preferred brand of figures in your stocking Christmas Morning, and perhaps a recent Charles Grant title or two beneath your tree.  Or maybe the latest issue of Miniature Wargames?  Or  perhaps the 2015 Wargamer's Annual?

Material items notwithstanding, may your Christmas Day and the week following be filled with peace, joy, family, friends, and holiday cheer.  May the spirit of the season fill your hearts and lives in the coming year.  Merry Christmas from the Grand Duchy of Stollen!
 




12 comments:

tradgardmastare said...

Merry Christmas from all at the Duchy of Tradgardland to you and yours!
Alan

Old School ACW said...

Merry Christmas from the DoA, old Wellington Boot.

Smashing work on the Pontooniers, as well. I stumbled across my own last night. No excuses.

Best wishes,

deL

Martin said...

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. It was good to see the latest escapade of the Grand Duke and Hives start to take shape. Will "Our Hero" once again escape the claws of matrimony?!

Springinsfeld said...

Merry Christmas from the (somnolent) Margraviate of Trompenberg. Great work on the pontoon set up.

Andy McMaster said...

Seasonal Greetings from Altefritzeburg! Recent campaigns have hit Altefrtizenburg hard and food is in short supply at this festive time of year. Even Ganymede, the mascot of the Savage Swans, is starting to look nervous!
Merry Christmas! Have a most excellent holiday season!
A

Allan Tidmarsh said...

Merry Xmas from all in the Kingdom of Wittenberg to you and yours

-- Allan

A J said...

Merry Christmas to you and yours, from the Grand Duchy of Hetzenberg.

Ross Mac rmacfa@gmail.com said...

Merry Christmas to the 3 of you. May the Young Master especially have a thrilling Christmas.

Ross

Si Bath said...

A very Happy Christmas to all Stollenians from the Herzogtum von Harz-Gluecksburg.

Best wishes,
Simon

Bluebear Jeff said...

Stokes,

I certainly wish you and your family and friends a wonder-filled and joyous Christmas and a delightful, prosperous and healthy New Year.


-- Jeff

G. Thomas Fitzpatrick said...

A Merry Christmas to all in the Grand Duchy! May the Christmas indeed be filled with Stollen. And Lebkucken. And Pfeffernusse. And Springerles.

Grigork said...

Merry Christmas

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