Jingle Bell Stick | 
| Brand: Lark in the Morning
Category: Musical Instruments
Buy New: $11.00
Rating:  1 reviews
Sales Rank: 20557
Country: china
Shipping Weight (lbs): 0
ASIN: B0002O75IO
Availability: Usually ships in 1-2 business days
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Product Description
A wooden handle with velvet trim, and rows of small jingle bells. Perfect for percussion effects or holiday cheer. Lark in the Morning Item Number: BEL166
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With my bells and velvet December 8, 2006
Kevin Killian (San Francisco, CA United States)
2 out of 2 found this review helpful
As an American boy growing up in a rundown chateau along the Cote d'Azur, which is in France, I could wake up and smell the Alps in one nostril and the salty Mediterranean in the other. As Christmas approached we would jostle each other at breakfast (steaming mugs of chocolate, large, leafy flaky bricolettes and heaping bowls of Casino Boules Miel) in our rush to get out into the yard to the bayberry hedge abutting our property, where we would crouch like explorers waiting for a sign. Hush, we would whisper to each other in choked excitement. The Christmas Owl is approaching. Sooner or later we would spot the Christmas Owl--a fluffy, feathery white mass tottering along on the far side of the hedge. We would greet its arrival by spouting the making calls of owls, the call children love, "Who? Who?" The French girl who took care of us would be giggling in the corner, sprawled on a hayrick, face half buried in a volume of Francoise Sagan. "Silly children," she would reproach us, in French. "Bring a torch, Jeannette, Isabella." Eventually we were to learn that the mass of white feathers was not an owl at all, but rather one of St. Paul de Vence's most distinguished citizens, the painter Marc Chagall.
Chagall had been spending every Christmas in St. Paul de Vence for decades, known everywhere for his renderings of Jewish folklore and cows flying through the air and rapturous lovers jumping over rainbows. The local church, or, as we called it, our eglise, was decorated with stained glass executed in Chagall's workshop. To local children he represented the eternal spirit of youth, and we liked to go to his seaside villa, with our jingle sticks, and sing him carols in English, a language with which he had little working knowledge. My parents were mum about the propriety of bothering our illustrious neighbor with our cracked and unmusical voices, but they worried about the possible implications of serenading such a famous Jewish man, with songs and bell ringing explosions commemorating the birth of Christ. It seemed unkindly to say the least. In our ignorance we just clutched our jingle sticks tighter and shook them without mercy. Have you ever really looked at your jingle stick? At Amazon you can order as many as you like, strapping them if desired to your arms and legs. They will ring out the Christmas season as loud as you want it to be, in whatever nation you find yourself, grown-up or no. And the velvet makes for a festive, warm touch. Its red is like the lustrous ruby red Russian-bred Chagall employed in "I and the Village" and other famous paintings. Oh well, it has been many a year since our elderly neighbor passed on to the great chamber in the sky, but I still think of him everytime frost hits the air and my jingle sticks fall out of the top drawer of my treasured directoire, he who said so famously, his triangular mop of hair a cleaver of white owl feathers atop a jaunty head, "All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites."
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