Twas the night Before Christmas - Armenian Style:
Twas the night before Gakhant, when all through the doon
Not a gentani was stirring, not even our shoon.
The Koolbas were hung by the vararan with care,
Just after Medz Mayrig had washed them in the sink with hands bare.
The bzdeegs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Anoushabour danced in their heads.
And Mayrig in her kisheranots, and I in my Peejama,
Couldn’t wait till the morning so we could eat some fresh baklava.
When out on the lawn there arose such an amoog,
I sprang from the angokhin to see if it was a karnoog.
On the way to the badoohan I stubbed my poor dodig,
Tore open the badoohan and yelped like a shoonig.
The loosyn on the breast of the new-fallen tsooyn
Showed the bruise on my dodig in a sev and jermag kooyn.
When the tsav settled down and I stopped squirming like tsoogs,
I looked right outside and saw 8 tiny Eshoogs.
With a little old mart, Could it be? Haba?,
I knew in a moment it must be Gakhant Baba.
More rapid than Trchoons those gentanees came,
And he bora’ed, and ganche’ed, and called them by name!
"Now Garo! now, Arman! now, Jirayr and Levon!
On, Vartan! On, Haig! on Norayr and Dziran!
To the top of the danig! to the top of the doon!
Yalla Hayde Beh! Hayde Beh! Hayde Beh amenoon!"
As vardeegs that are hung outside to dry fly,
When they meet with the hov, and fly to the sky.
So up to the Danik the Eshoogs they flew,
With the Gark full of Toys, and Gakhant Baba too.
And then, in a vargyan, I heard on the Danik
The prancing and pawing of each little Eshoog.
As I drew midkis mech, and was turning around,
Down the Vararan Gakhant Baba came with a bound.
His Shabig and Pantolon were all colored Garmeer,
But his clothes were all sep-sev thanks to the ashes…oh dear.
A bundle of Khakhaligs he had flung right onto his back,
He looked like THE ARMENIAN VENDOR, standing there just opening his pack.
His Achks-how they twinkled! his Yeres how merry!
His Aydigs were like Vart’iks, his Keet like a cherry!
His droll little shoortoonks were Garmeer in Kooyn,
And the Morook of his chin was as jermag as the tsooyn.
A piece of fresh soojookh he held tight with his teeth,
And the smell of that soojookh went straight to your keet.
He had a broad khntoom eres, and a medz round Stamoks,
That shook when he laughed, and knocked off his aknots!
He was keroog but jarbig, a right jolly old mart,
And I laughed when I saw him, with all of my heart!
A wink of his Achk and a twitch in his Kit,
Soon gave me to know he didn’t mind it one bit.
He spoke not a par, and worked real Shood,
And filled all the koolbas, he packed them real good.
And laying his mahd aside of his keet,
He shot up the vararan, and landed on his feet!
He sprang to his Gark, to his Eshoogs borats ganchets,
And away they all flew meg eshi ureneh satgets.
But I heard him exclaim after saying Kisherpari,
"Shnorhavor Soorp Dznoonoont, Yev Pari Nor Dari!"
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Sunday, December 22, 2013
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Now for something fun:
12 Days of Armenian Christmas
12 Church Bazaars
11 Loaves of Choreg
10 Losh Kebabs
9 Tavloo Tournaments
8 Dandigins Dancing
7 Kef Bands Playing
6 Shish Kebabs
5 Gifts from ArmenianVendor (.com)
4 Soujoukh Omlettes
3 Tel Banirs
2 Hummus Spreads
1 A Pomegranate on a Pomegranate Tree
12 Days of Armenian Christmas
12 Church Bazaars
11 Loaves of Choreg
10 Losh Kebabs
9 Tavloo Tournaments
8 Dandigins Dancing
7 Kef Bands Playing
6 Shish Kebabs
5 Gifts from ArmenianVendor (.com)
4 Soujoukh Omlettes
3 Tel Banirs
2 Hummus Spreads
1 A Pomegranate on a Pomegranate Tree
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
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