Yule

Weetwood

A merry Christmas, a happy new year and a jovial Handsel Monday.

A black Christmas makes a fat churchyard.

If the ice bears a goose before Christmas, it will not bear a duck afterwards.

Big as a Christmas pig.

It’s good crying Yule on another mans stool.

A windy Christmas is the sign of a good new year.

Ghosts never appear on Christmas eve.

Busy as an English oven at Christmas.

A kiss at Christmas and an egg at Easter.

A light Christmas, a heavy sheaf.

She simpers like a frummetty kettle at Christmas.

He’s a fool that marries at Yule, for when the bairn’s to bear, the corn’s to shear.

If Christmas day on a Monday fall, a troublous winter we shall have all.

 

Kissing bush

kissing-bush

An’t t’ house is deck’d wi’ Holly round,

An’t  t’ Kissin-bush* is there;

There’s lots o’ pullin underneath ‘t

For kissin’ is there fair.

G Tweddell, ‘T. Acad. Cleveland Customs,’ p.15

*An ornamental bush of holly and evergreens, with roses made of coloured paper, flowers, apples, oranges, etc, interspersed, hung from the centre of the ceiling, or in some other convenient place: the ‘common law’ in Cleveland being, that every man who can get a woman under the bush, is fairly entitled to a kiss of her then and there…Since the country has been covered by railways, so that the mistletoe (Viscum album) can be purchased at Stockton and Middlesbrough, sprigs of the plant of Venus are often added in the centre of the kissing-bush, for which, in the absence of the mysterious parasite, it has long been the substitute. G.M. Tweddell