The Classic Style Top 10 Traditional Christmas Carols List. . .

Our obligatory cafe stop this morning, just after making a foray to the winter Famers' Market. The weekly market is held in our (now largely empty) local shopping mall between later November through late April before moving back outside to its purpose-built area a short distance away. Full on Norwegian julenisse attire today, including a four-foot long stocking cap I purchased many years ago an annual mid-winter festival in Røros, Norway right up along the Swedish border. Very snowy and incredibly cold as you might imagine.

Things are busier than I would like here at Classic Style HQ at the moment, and a slight cold for a few days has also thrown a wrench into the works. Grrrr. But I am on the mend now and steaming full ahead with the few last minute details and errands out ahead of Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and our December 27th departure for a week of cross-country skiing in Canada through the new year.

In the meantime, it seems like a nice idea to share a few of our favorite traditional carols here in the Grand Duchy of Stollen. Given the many carols floating around at this time of year, this has been a tough call to make. However, I have managed to narrow the list to a Classic Style Top 10. No doubt, you will recognize many of the carols featured here. They always manage to bring a tear or two to my eye through the beauty of their melodies, lyrics, and quiet sentiment. Here they are in no particular order:

Stille Nacht (Silent Night)

Es ist ein Ros Entsprungen

Es Wird Schon Glei Dumpa

O Tannenbaum

Ding-Dong Merrily on High

The Holly and the Ivy

Once in Royal David's City

In the Bleak Midwinter

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

Here We Come a Wassailing

Christmastime Is Here (Honorable Mention)

In the meantime, there will be one more post here before Christmas Day. If you have a few spare moments, please be sure to drop by for a figurative cup of seasonal cheer.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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Up North Style. . .

Bad Dad makes a friend. YMP and Bad Dad on the shores of Lake Michigan. Or was that Crystal Lake? The Grand Duchess takes a selfie in her kayak. How NOT to impress the girls sunning themselves along the river. YMP and Bad Dad kayaking on the Platte River headed toward Loon Lake. J ust back from a week in Northern Michigan in a charming and spacious house on the banks of the Betsie River outside of Thompsonville. A largely pleasant seven days despite some challenging episodes with the Young Master, who has picked up some very questionable habits and language from his friends in the 8th Grade during the school year just ended. But otherwise, we enjoyed ourselves and contemplated remaining for a few days longer since the house was available. In the end, we decided to return home as planned originally since neither my wife, nor I wanted to spend the remaining days chained to our computers in Zoom meetings from our vacation destination. I actually managed to leave the laptop and ip

Mid-June Thursday Style. . .

A nother pretty typical variation on the theme for late spring, summer, and very early fall. I'm a huge fan of Madras and have several such shirts in the seasonal rotation. Lightweight, exceedingly comfortable, and even dressy when pressed and tucked in, which is the usual way of things here at Totleigh in the Wold. Now, if I had my druthers, I'd still rather be skiing the trails in the upper half of "The Mitten" (of Michigan), in the Upper Peninsula, or Ontario. But summers ain't so bad either, and I'd look pretty funny walking around in cross-country ski attire during June. -- Heinz-Ulrich

A Lazy Saturday at the End of June. . .

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