If you’ve not seen little people on vintage Christmas cards, please do. It’s a terrific collection of images. A dip into Robert E. Jackson’s sublime collection of snapshots never disappoints. And when you’ve seen the cards, you should enjoy his pictures of revellers rocking around the Christmas tree and terrifying homemade Santas. And there is more. This holiday season, let’s spend a while with Robert’s album of happy holidays snapshots. There is a lot of snow and ice to see – and we make no apology for it. If your Christmas is spent on a sun lounger sipping frozen eggnog beneath the sun’s warm rays, we in the frozen northern climes, feel your pain. Maybe next year.
As ever, let’s imagine the stories between the pictures…
It’s four in the morning, the end of December
I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better
New York is cold, but I like where I’m living
There’s music on Clinton Street all through the evening– Famous Blue Raincoat by Leonard Cohen
You’re as cold as ice
You’re willing to sacrifice our love
You never take advice
Someday you’ll pay the price, I know
– Cold As Ice by Foreigner
Oh, so cold up north that the birds can’t hardly fly
So cold up north that the birds can’t hardly fly
I’m going back south
And let this winter pass on by– Cold Weather Blues by Muddy Waters
I really can’t stay
Baby, it’s cold outside
I’ve got to go away
Baby, it’s cold outside
This evening has been
Hoping that you’d drop in
So, very nice
I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice– Baby It’s Cold Outside by Idina Menzel
Since I’ve been sitting on the ice in the ice rink
Sitting on the ice with my skates on.
It’s the finest fun I’ve ever had, put it on the ice and it’ll never go bad.
There’s lots of nice young ladies, and how I like to tease em
If they don’t give way or say O.K. I sit ’em on the ice and freeze ’em.– Sitting on the Ice at The Ine Rink by George Formby
Time, time time, see what’s become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities
I was so hard to please
Don’t look around
The leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter– A Hazy Shade of Winter by Simon & Garfunkel
Ice, ice baby
Vanilla Ice, ice baby
Vanilla Ice, ice baby
Vanilla Ice, ice baby
Vanilla Ice
Yo man, let’s get out of here
Word to your mother– Ice, Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice
“Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.”― Robert Frost
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