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“White Christmas in porcelain” - A festive poem
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Christmas is the most magical time of the year - a time full of wonder and creativity. Porcelain painter Justine Trodler was also inspired by this special magic and wrote a Christmas poem for MEISSEN. In her lines, she captures the festive magic and the incomparable atmosphere of the porcelain manufactory. She poetically interweaves traditional elements with allusions to MEISSEN to celebrate the joy of Christmas, master craftsmanship and the art of porcelain making. Can you spot all the allusions?
“White Christmas in porcelain”
When the white bells of Frauenkirche chime,
Angels with golden curls sing the joyful time,
Christmas has softly made its way.
And when the hands up high point true,
On Albrechtsburg’s clock in view,
One can see figures come to life in clay.
The Henschel children quickly dash,
Through the painters’ rooms in a flash,
Eager for what he brings today,
The lord of Christmas dreams to play.
But before the glowing gifts are found,
The feast of the day must abound.
Saxonia finely chops, no haste,
Pomegranate and peach finely laced,
Taken earlier from a design so old,
The Blue Onion`s story told.
“Where outside white flakes dance – all snow-clad,
Inside MEISSEN’s halls, only tranquility is had. “
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The Henschel children, treasures dear,
Bake the sweetest Christmas cheer,
Cookies everyone desires each year.
And as “Merry Christmas” songs rise,
Loud from the canteen to the skies,
Every cinnamon star is adorned,
With a rum raisin to be transformed.
The Christmas tree is dressed at last,
By Kaendler’s little birds amassed,
Adorned in noble blue, arrayed,
And Böttger’s stoneware finely displayed.
The lucky dragon sets the table wide,
With Snowball flower plates beside,
And serves fresh from Wackerbarth’s pride,
The best from the cellar, enjoyed worldwide.
Only missing to the gold cutlery,
A Lindt praline so sweet, you see,
Then the table’s set, all agree,
For the festive buffet spree.
To dinner! From fine porcelain made,
Crafted figures join the parade,
Work is done for today, fade,
Now the clocks stand still, all laid.
Where outside white flakes dance – all snow-clad,
Inside MEISSEN’s halls, only tranquility is had.
Everyone sees, as clear as day, it’s charmingly conveyed,
Such a Christmas evening, by Crossed Swords swayed.
-Justine Trodler-
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