In defense of Donder

“Oh no,” lament the bloggy peeps who have been around for a while. “Not the reindeer thing again!”

Why yes, as a matter of fact. It’s the reindeer thing again. If I can educate one misinformed soul every year about the correct names of Santa’s reindeer, my mission will be a success. (Besides, I’m in Toronto at a conference as you read this and hard up for fresh material and bloggable time. So, please accept this repeat post dredged up from last year with my gracious apologies.) Now, where were we? Oh yes, the reindeer thing…

“You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen;
Comet and Cupid and DONDER and Blitzen…”

As you might know, my last name is Donders. As such, it has been my lifelong quest to set the record straight and right the wrongs entrenched by Johnny Marks and Gene Autry.

Here’s a little history lesson for you. The poem “A Visit From St Nicholas”, commonly known as “The Night Before Christmas”, was written back in 1823 and is generally attributed to American poet Clement Clarke Moore (although there have been recent arguments that the poem was in fact written by his contemporary Henry Livingston Jr.) The original poem reads, in part:

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.
“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on Dunder and Blixem!

As explained on the Donder Home Page (no relation):

In the original publication of “A Visit from St. Nicholas” in 1823 in the Troy Sentinel “Dunder and Blixem” are listed as the last two reindeer. These are very close to the Dutch words for thunder and lightning, “Donder and Bliksem”. Blixem is an alternative spelling for Bliksem, but Dunder is not an alternative spelling for Donder. It is likely that the word “Dunder” was a misprint. Blitzen’s true name, then, might actually have been “Bliksem”.

In 1994, the Washington Post delved into the matter (sorry for the noisy link – it’s the only copy I could find online) by sending a reporter to the Library of Congress to reference the source material.

We were successful. In fact, Library of Congress reference librarian David Kresh described Donner/Donder as “a fairly open-and-shut case.” As we marshaled the evidence near Alcove 7 in the Library’s Main Reading Room a few days ago, it quickly became clear that Clement Clarke Moore, author of “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” wanted to call him (or her?) “Donder.” Never mind that editors didn’t always cooperate. […] Further confirmation came quickly. In “The Annotated Night Before Christmas,” which discusses the poem in an elegantly illustrated modern presentation, editor Martin Gardner notes that the “Troy Sentinel” used “Dunder”, but dismisses this as a typo. Gardner cites the 1844 spelling as definitive, but also found that Moore wrote “Donder” in a longhand rendering of the poem penned the year before he died: “That pretty well sews it up,” concluded Kresh.

So there you have it. This Christmas season, make sure you give proper credit to Santa’s seventh reindeer. On DONDER and Blitzen. It’s a matter of family pride. (Or, for more fun with the true meaning of Donder, you can read this post from the archives, too!)

Bring on the Christmas music!

Remember me saying that I had that big ol’ iPod full of empty space, just waiting for the right music to come along and fill it up? That was before I remembered that the holidays are upon us. And you’d better believe that a bona fide Christmas junkie like me has, erm, a few Christmas CDs laying around…

Holiday music

By the time I finished adding these to my iPod, it was well over half full!

My top ten favourite Christmas songs from this well-padded collection:

  1. Little Drummer Boy/Peace on Earth – David Bowie and Bing Crosby
  2. Baby, It’s Cold Outside – Dina Shore
  3. Do They Know It’s Christmas? – Band Aid (what can I say, I’m a child of the 80s at heart)
  4. Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) – U2
  5. Santa Baby – Eartha Kitt (This is also Simon’s favourite – he likes the “ba-doum, ba-doum”s)
  6. O Holy Night – Luciano Pavarotti
  7. I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm – Dean Martin – although the Ella and Louis version is also excellent
  8. I Believe in Father Christmas – Honeymoon Suite
  9. O Tannenbaum – Vince Guaraldi Trio
  10. Twelve Days of Christmas – Bob and Doug McKenzie (I know, I know, but it still makes me laugh)

A decidedly secular collection, in retrospect. I do love traditional carols, too, but more to sing them than to listen to recordings of them. And I’m seriously thinking of downloading the Trans Siberian Orchestra’s Christmas Eve/Sarajevo.

What are your favourite seasonal songs?

Good news and bad news online

The good news is, Facebook has changed it’s mind about that stupid “beacon” thing that I ranted about last week, where they broadcast your online purchases in your Facebook news feed. You now have to opt IN to the service, which is totally the way it should be, instead of making users go to the trouble of opting out. Bravo Facebook, I guess I won’t be quitting just yet…

The bad news is, Blogger sucks! Did you notice that as of late last week, you can no longer leave your non-blogger.com URL in any comment you leave on blogspot blogs? If you don’t have a Blogger account, you can only leave your “nickname” with no link back to your blog. How lame is that? I find all sorts of great new blogs by surfing the blogs of people who comment on other blogs. I looked for documentation about this all through Blogger’s site and couldn’t find any reference to why they would do this.

There are workarounds, of course. You can open a Google account and display your URL prominently in the Blogger profile, or just add your blog name as an href tag in the comment itself. Since they haven’t promoted this as some sort of new spam-reduction service, I can only imagine that they’re doing this to prop up the registration for Google accounts. Makes me even more happy with my decision to dump my Blogger blog. My Gmail account may be next, at this rate.

Shame on Google!

Birthday Wii-kend

I can’t tell you what a relief it was to be done NaBloPoMo on Friday (yay! I made it!) and not have to worry about throwing together a blog post on the weekend, not because we lacked bloggable fun but because we were so darn busy I hardly had time to sit down let alone blog about it.

This week is Beloved’s birthday, and I found out way back in the summer that there was a really cool social media conference going on in Toronto that I wanted to attend – on his birthday. “Happy Birthday, baby, I’m leaving you alone with the two kids while I jet off to a hotel for a day or so. Have a great one!” Because of that, and because he’s just such a great guy and wonderful husband and friend, and because he almost never gets really and truly spoiled, I wanted to get him something special for his birthday.

Way back in the summer, I knew I wanted to get him a Wii console. I like the idea of the Wii, like that they market themselves as a kid-friendly company, and love the idea that some of their games have a get-off-yer-duff-and-move component to them. The trick, of course, was finding one. It took me about a month of idle looking, but I finally found one online and ordered it at the end of September. I can’t remember the last time I was so twitchy to give someone a present! Two months of waiting – it’s been torture!

The funniest part has been listening to Beloved talk about the Wii systems for the last two months. To keep the secret, I had the console delivered to my parents’ house, and it seemed like every time they were around, he was finding some way to talk about the Wii. Or maybe it’s just because he was ALWAYS talking about the Wii and sometimes it happened to be when they were around… regardless, it’s been fun listening to him. Not that he was saying we should get one or anything, he was just rhapsodizing randomly on the various merits of the Wii, and I’d counter with either a flat out, “Are you kidding? Not a chance in hell” or a more compromising, “Why don’t we rent one after the Christmas holidays when the boys are home, just to test it out?” Beloved has long since discovered the efficacy of what I call the “death by a thousand paper cuts” approach to wearing down my resistance to any home electronics purchase, from our first DVD player to the laptop to the digital camera… just keep idly mentioning it, working it into conversations, reading specs out loud from the Future Shop flyer, until I can no longer stand it anymore and say something like “Oh, for the love of all things holy, just go out and buy it already. I don’t care what it costs, just STOP TALKING ABOUT IT!” He’s devious, that one.

He was, of course, shocked and overwhelmed and very, very pleased because he was nowhere near the usual critical mass of annoyance required to get me to capitulate to a purchase like this. The system I ordered came with Wii Sports, which I completely didn’t realize, and so I bought another game called Play that comes with a second controller. We had fun on the weekend playing everything from table tennis to bowling. (Those of you who have bowled with me in real life will be amazed to hear that apparently I’m quite good at it!) They also have one game which I’m suspecting will become a bit of an addiction for me, a game that is half air-hockey and half Pong. I’m all over that!

As if that weren’t enough for a weekend, we also put up our tree and decorated the house (a challenge on an ordinary weekend, and a feat of amazing strength and fortitute while trying to manoeuver around The Belly That Ate New York) and the boys have taken to standing in front of the tree and gazing lovingly at it, saying “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” in reverently awed voices… for about six seconds, before they started clamouring for another go at the Wii.

We’re now in the middle of an epic snowstorm that may well scuttle my plans to fly out to Toronto tomorrow. We’ve got 20 cm (8 inches) on the ground already, with another 20 to 30 cm forecast for today. It takes a lot to shut this city down – aside from the ice storm in 1998 I’ve never seen it happen – but getting snowed in with the fancy new Wii is not the worst way to go…