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The hunt is like a dance for men, for the women the dance is the hunt.

Some men go through a forest and see no firewood.

Men who have lost heart never yet won a trophy.

Men never moan over the opportunities lost to do good, only the opportunities to be bad.

Cunning men deal in generalizations.

Dead men have no friends.

Dead men tell no tales

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,...

If two men ride a horse, one must ride behind.

Men count up the faults of those who keep them waiting.

Not wine...men intoxicate themselves; Not vice...men entice themselves.

Poor men seek meat for their stomach, rich men stomach for their meat.

The end of a ship is drowning

The end for a kiln is burning
The end of a feast is frowning
The end of a man's health -is mourning

Young men may die, old men must.

Nativiy of Christ

Thy Nativity, O Christ our God, hath shined upon the world the light of knowledge; for thereby, they that worshipped the stars were taught by a star to worship Thee, the Sun of Righteousness, and to know Thee, the Dayspring...

Angels from the realms of glory

Angels, from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o'er all the earth;
Ye, who sang creation's story,
Now proclaim Messiah's birth:
Come and worship, Come and worship
Worship Christ, the new-born King....

Good Christian men, rejoice,

Good Christian men, rejoice,
With heart and soul and voice,
Give ye heed to what we say:
News, News, Jesus Christ is born today.
Ox and ass before Him bow,
And He is in the manger now.
Christ is born...

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,...

Jolly old Saint Nicholas

Jolly old Saint Nicholas, lean your ear this way,
Don't you tell a single soul what I'm going to say.
Christmas eve is coming soon now, you dear old man,
Whisper what you'll bring to me, tell me if you can....