A Regency Christmas Tree for You

There’s a long-held tenet in the romance community that people of the Regency Era didn’t have Christmas trees as part of their Christmas celebrations. That’s correct.

In general.

But the truth is that long before Queen Victoria and Prince Albert introduced the idea of Christmas trees to the British public, Queen Charlotte, the wife of George III, brought the tradition of Christmas trees to Britain from Germany.

Royal records show that Queen Charlotte celebrated the season by having yew branches placed in rooms at Kew Palace or Windsor Castle, which she then decorated with candles and ornaments.

In 1800 she hosted a Christmas party for the children at court. For the occasion she had an entire yew tree brought inside, “the whole illuminated by small wax candles.” She decorated the tree with “sweetmeats, almonds, fruits and toys” for the children.

While the queen’s Christmas tree tradition wasn’t widely known to the general public, it was definitely known by palace insiders and members of the nobility. Some of those nobles may even have adopted the practice themselves, and that’s the premise behind one of my traditional Regency romances.

In Once Upon a Christmas my heroine, Nerissa Raleigh, is attending a ball a nobleman’s London home, when she seeks a quiet place to escape the hectic whirl of the ballroom.

When the hero, Breck Davenant, follows her, he discovers her in a small drawing room in which the family has erected a Christmas tree.

Here’s Nerissa’s reaction to seeing a Christmas tree for the first time:

He closed the door and advanced farther into the room. It took a moment for him to realize that Nerissa had not replied, nor even turned to look at him. She remained curiously still, her attention focused upon one of the most dazzling objects she ever beheld.

In the far comer of the room stood a pine tree that reached just above Breck’s height. About its branches were hung a number of adornments. Perfectly round oranges, bowed ribbons, and small brass keepsakes decorated the tree from top to bottom. Set among the branches were short candles of purest white, held in place by small sconces of polished brass.

Breck moved toward one corner of the room, the better to see Nerissa’s profile as she continued to gaze at the tree, her brown eyes gone wide with wonder.

“Shall I light them for you?” he asked at last in a low voice that was just as mesmerizing as the tree itself.

He didn’t wait for her to answer, but drew a taper from the candelabrum and began to light the candles on the tree. Nerissa clasped her hands together and watched him with a feeling of deepening anticipation. When he was done, he stepped back, allowing her a full view of the results.

The candlelight amid the branches seemed to set the entire tree aglow; it reflected off the small brass tokens and bathed the room in the warmth of its beauty.

Nerissa couldn’t recall the last time she had been so dazzled. She closed her eyes for just a moment and breathed deeply of the scent of pine and oranges. “Could anything ever be more beautiful?” she asked appreciatively. “It’s almost as if a forest nymph had touched the tree with its magical fairy dust! It—it’s the most wonderful thing I have ever seen!”

She looked over at Breck and found his gray eyes upon her, his lips half-smiling, and an oddly arrested expression on his face.

“I dare say you think me quite foolish!” she said, steeling herself against the teasing she thought surely he would hurl her direction.

He took the time to draw a cigarillo from his vest pocket and light it from the flame of the candelabrum before he answered. “On the contrary,” he said slowly, “I think you quite charming.”

She felt a sudden and unaccountable wave of happiness sweep over her, and she was somewhat surprised by the feeling. She watched him cross the space between them with a few long-legged strides. He chose not to expand upon those brief, provocative words, electing instead to stand by her side and gaze upon the tree with her in companionable silence.

“Why is it here?” she asked after a few moments.

“It’s a Christmas tree. The Germans make them part of their holiday celebrations.”

“I—I’ve never heard of such a thing!” she said, looking up at him and finding the quizzing look had returned to his eyes.

“Barbaric, isn’t it?” he asked. “No doubt they erect it as part of a pagan ritual. Do you think they dance like heathens about it and—”

“Don’t!” exclaimed Nerissa, laying her small hand on his sleeve to still his words. “Please don’t make sport of it. It—it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!”

Breck, long inured to the lures of Christmas traditions, even those of German origin, thought better than to tease her over this admission.

He stepped back a little toward the fireplace, drew deeply against his cigarillo, and watched the play of emotions cross her expressive face. It had been a long time since he had seen anyone so lose herself to enchantment. In his social circle, one rarely encountered anything new. If, by odd circumstance, one did, it would never do to betray the thing.

Nerissa Raleigh, he was fast discovering, had no such compunctions. She gave herself up to the delight of her surroundings and gazed upon the softly glowing tree with wide-eyed, unaffected appreciation. He had the very distinct feeling that she didn’t even recall the Christmas Ball going on downstairs, or the fact that someone might have by now missed her. Were he to allow it, she would no doubt prefer to remain in the family saloon, staring at the tree for the rest of the evening.

“Miss Raleigh,” he said in a quiet voice that drew her attention, “it is time we were returned to the ballroom.”

“I suppose you are right,” she said, fighting back an odd pang of regret. She watched him move about the tree, extinguishing the candles, and she said rather impulsively, “Thank you! How gallant you were to have lit the candles and made the tree so lovely just for my benefit!”

He had just finished snuffing the last of the flames, and turned to send one of his quizzing looks her direction. “I dare say I was merely in one of my heroic moods.”

She wasn’t offended. “I dare say you are more often heroic than you may know!”

He looked down upon her, a speculative look in his eye, as if he had been about to say something but thought better of it. Instead, he offered his arm and said rather gently, “I’ll take you back now.”

Nerissa placed her hand on his arm and felt the warmth fly to her cheeks. Here was a side of Breck Davenant she had not yet seen. He was being extremely solicitous and surprisingly tender. When he led her back into the ballroom and she would have withdrawn her hand from the crook of his arm, he placed his other hand over hers, compelling her to stay.

“Will you dance with me, Miss Raleigh?” he asked.

She could hardly refuse. In fact, at that very moment she wanted nothing more than to remain by his side. They took their place in a country set. The music struck up and Breck clasped her hand lightly. He may as well have set her gloves on fire, thought Nerissa, for each time the movement of the dance caused her to place her hand in his, his touch left behind a most peculiar warmth. They had been together many times, but now, inexplicably, she was nervous in his presence and could barely bring herself to meet his eyes without blushing.

Breck noticed her behavior, and he was a little intrigued by it. Her whole demeanor had changed since he had lit the candles on the Christmas tree. He recalled how lovely she had looked—her wide brown eyes gazing upon the tree with an ingenuous light that was not at all unattractive. His impulse had been to tease her, but when she had directed that same gaze his way, he had felt something stir in his heart that was not mere amusement.

He had meant to twit her, but instead found himself feeling something quite tender for her. That, he knew, was dangerous ground.

I hope you enjoyed reading about Nerissa’s first encounter with a Christmas tree.

And I hope you liked Breck’s reaction.

Whatever traditions you and your family hold with, I hope they bring you joy this holiday season.

Merry Christmas to you and yours!

 

 

p.s. You can learn more about Once Upon a Christmas by clicking on the book cover:

Shopping For the Wrong Gift

Have you ever ordered a gift for someone only to have the wrong thing delivered? Or not delivered at all?

It’s happened to me. And while online shopping is pretty convenient, it’s sometimes not so easy to get delivery errors corrected.

Gift delivery mix-ups aren’t anything new. I found a set of old Tuck & Sons illustrations from the early 1900s that illustrate the point.

The first illustration is titled “The Wrong Hamper.”

The lady looks a little unhappy to have her morning tea interrupted with a delivery of an order of snuff!

The second image in the set is titled “The Hamper He Got.”

The artist did a great job of creating an image of a man’s man, from the spurs on his boots to the glass of ale and pipe smoke, and the hunting trophies on the wall. No wonder the butler gives a little snicker over the delivery of a child’s toy.

I wonder how difficult it was to return a wrong delivery in the early 1900s?

 

A Jigsaw Puzzle for You!

It’s National Puzzle Day. If you’re like me and enjoy solving puzzles of all kinds, here’s one of the jigsaw variety.

This puzzle will reveal a scene that might be in the beginning chapter of a Regency or Austen-inspired romance.

Ready to solve the puzzle? Just click on the puzzle pieces to solve the jigsaw puzzle online.

If you need help, click on the image below to see what the entire finished puzzle will look like.

Once you’re done, I hope you’ll comment and tell me how you liked solving the puzzle.

Have fun!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas! For your enjoyment, here’s a charming image of a Regency era household on Christmas morning (it’s from an old postcard).

Looks like both the little girl on the balcony and the gentleman in the red coat are holding mistletoe, so there will be plenty of kisses to be had on Christmas morning in this house!

May your Christmas be happy and filled with love, too!

 

 

 

My Christmas Read

My Christmas shopping is done, my house is thoroughly decorated, and the Christmas gifts I’m giving are wrapped and ready under the tree.

So, this weekend, my only plan is to relax and read some heartwarming Christmas novels and stories that will help put the bow (so to speak) on my Christmas spirit!

What will I read first?

My Kindle. What’s beneath the cover?

Hint: I downloaded this Christmas novel when it was first released on Amazon in October, but decided not to read it until the weekend before Christmas.

It’s been sooo hard to wait to read this well-reviewed book, but I stood firm and now the wait is finally over. This afternoon I’m firing it up on my Kindle.

The Christmas Company, by Alys Murray

The Christmas novel I’ll be reading this afternoon is The Christmas Company by Alys Murray. Here’s the book’s blurb:

She’s out to save her town
from a real-life Scrooge…

The small town of Miller’s Point is known across the country for their annual Dickensian Christmas festival. When the celebration is threatened by Clark Woodward, a miserly, big-city businessman, Kate Buckner steps up to save her hometown, their traditions, and her favorite holiday. But, along the way, she realizes that the man she’s trying to protect her town from might need some rescuing of his own.

With a lot of heart and a little Christmas magic, Kate is convinced she can teach Clark to love her favorite holiday. But can such different people learn to open up and love each other?

Hello, mug of hot cocoa and comfy couch! I’m comin’ at ya with my Kindle and The Christmas Company by Alys Murray!

If you’d like to see if The Christmas Company is a book you might enjoy too, click on the cover below to read sample chapters and some fabulous reviews.

Have a wonderful weekend!

It’s Holiday Dress-Up Time!

I don’t often get the chance to dress up for an evening out, but when I do, I quite enjoy it.

I have a Christmas party to attend next week that’s one of those evenings out. A special dress, my best shoes, a sparkling necklace and some dangling earrings—I’ve already planned what I’m going to wear.

It’s on special occasions like the Christmas party, though, that I wish I had long hair. I love the look of an elegant up-do, and if my hair were longer, I’d definitely try to wear it up.

Of course, I’m very partial to the beautiful hair styles women wore during the English Regency period.

Some ladies wore their hair in relatively simple fashions, swept up into a bun, with curls framing their face:

The Ainslie Sisters, by Thomas Stewardson, 1808.

While others, who had fuller, thicker hair to work with, created hair styles that were much more intricate and complicated.

The Artist’s Wife by Carl Joseph Begas, 1828

I know that if I had long hair, I would be tempted to try styling my hair in the Regency mode, because it looks so perfect for a special night out.

Here’s a video that shows how to do it! It gives step-by-step instructions for creating a classic Grecian hairstyle so popular in Jane Austen’s day; and I have to say, it looks simple enough to do.

Readers, if your hair is longer than shoulder length, I’d love to know if you’ve ever given a Regency hairstyle a try. How did it turned out?

Happy Valentine’s Day!

In honor of the day, here are some vintage Valentine greeting cards for you to enjoy and share. The cards feature ladies wearing Regency-inspired costumes. Just click on each image to see a larger version.

Cupid’s dart has touched my heart.

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Cupid my messenger shall be
For he it is has wounded me.

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Cupid to you his flight will wing,
A song of love in your hear to sing.