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Night of the Saint Andrew

On the 30th of November, Romaian people is celebrating Saint Andrew, the spiritual patriarch of Romania.

The night before Saint Andrew's Eve is known as the night of the ghosts( strigoi), strigoi means in Romanian...

Holiday of Saint Nicolae

Saint Nicolae is the spiritual patriarch in Holland, Russia, Greece, France and in a lot of cities from Germany, Austria, Switzerland, Italy and Belgium. He is known as the protector of poor people, sailors, tradesmen,...

He makes his home where the living is best.

Every man is king in his own home.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer


Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa we believe.

She'd been drinking too much eggnog,...

Here we come a-wassailing

Here we come a-wassailing among the leaves so green,
Here we come a-wandering so fair to be seen.
Love and joy come to you, and to you your wassail too.
And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year,
And God...

The night before Christmas

It was the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In the hope that Saint Nicholas soon would be there....

Over the river and through the wood

Over the river and through the wood
To Grandmother's house we go.
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
Through white and drifted snow.
Over the river and through the woods,
Oh, how the wind...

We are all visitors to this time, this place. We are just passing through. Our purpose here is to observe, to learn, to grow, to love... and then we return home.

The Wassail Song

Here we come a-wassailing
Among the leaves so green,
Here we come a-wand'ring
So fair to be seen.
Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail, too,
And God bless you, and send you
A Happy New Year,
And God...

A Day, a Day of Glory

A day, a day of glory!
A day that ends our woe!
A day that tells of triumph
Against our vanquish'd foe!
Yield, summer's brightest sunrise,
To this December morn:
Life up your gates, ye Princes
And let the Child...

An Englishman's home is his castle/A man's home is his castle

East, west, home is best,

Home is where the heart is

The light is on but nobody is home

There is no place like home

Every dog is a lion at home.

A lion at home, and a fox abroad.

He who goes to the blacksmith's shop comes home with scorched clothes.

A rat stinks, but it has its own home.