Joe Combs wrote a regular column for the Beaumont Enterprise for many years. He wrote about nature,

Here are some paragraphs from his “Farm Corner” column of December 26, 1959.

We have our Christmas celebrations on December 25, and few persons know there was another Christmas Day observed by the old-timers up until recent times. It is called “Old Christmas.”

Around the turn of the present century there were many families who insisted that Old Christmas was the real day of Christ’s birth and the one that we should be celebrating.

January 6, by our calendar, is the day the Eastern Church celebrated Christmas Day. The people ofEnglandandScotlandwere especially concerned about the change from that date to December 25. There were many Scottish and English families that would never celebrate or feel fully satisfied with, December 25.

In the fourth century theWestern Church adopted the date of Christ’s birth as December 25. There were several changes in the calendar in ancient times, made to try and fit the number of days in a year to the actual time it took the world to make its trip around the sun.

 They have never been able to do exactly that, so we still lose about a day every four years. This brings about leap year, and gives February 29 days so we can catch up with the earth’s revolution around the sun.

 Before the present calendar was adopted, however, the number of days in a calendar year was so far from the actual length of a year, that something like four years was lost in the shuffle. With that trend in dates, they knew they would have to do something about it; or else the first thing they knew, January would be in summertime.

 But the calendar has continued and we still have December 25 as our greatest holiday. In this observance, however, we may be off several days on the actual date of Christ’s birth. There are many theories about it. Our churches think the one we have is best; so it will no doubt remain. After all, we are not celebrating a date, as much as we are the gift of a Savior to mankind. That is the all-important thing.

 Old-timers thought that Old Christmas had a lot of influence upon the plants and animals. They declared that if you watched cattle or horses on Old Christmas night, you would find that each rose to its feet at exactly midnight on Old Christmas Eve.

They said also that you might observe the limb of a fig tree and that it would sprout, or swell its buds on Old Christmas Eve night.

It might be covered with ice, they said, but the bud would swell enough to crack its ice covering and show signs of growth.

 From:  Farm Corner: A Collection of Little Essays On Nature , by Joe F. Combs.

“Where you coming from, Lomey Carter,
So airly over the snow?
And what’s them pretties you got in your hand,
And where you aiming to go?

“Step in, Honey: Old Christmas morning
I ain’t got nothing much;
Maybe a bite of sweetness and corn bread,
A little ham meat and such,

“But come in, Honey! Sally Anne Barton’s
Hungering after your face.
Wait till I light my candle up:
Set down! There’s your old place.

Now where you been so airly this morning?
“Graveyard, Sally Anne.
Up by the trace in the salt lick meadows
Where Taulbe kilt my man.”

Taulbe ain’t to home this morning . . .
I can’t scratch up a light:
Dampness gets on the heads of the matches;
But I’ll blow up the embers bright.”

“Needn’t trouble. I won’t be stopping:
Going a long ways still.”
“You didn’t see nothing, Lomey Carter,
Up on the graveyard hill?

What should I see there, Sally Anne Barton?
Well, sperits do walk last night.”
There were an elder bush a-blooming
While the moon still give some light.’

Yes, elder bushes, they bloom, Old Christmas,
And critters kneel down in their straw.
Anything else up in the graveyard?
One thing more I saw:

I saw my man witb his bead all bleeding
Where Taulbe’s shot went through.”
” What did he say? He stooped and kissed me.’
What did he say to you?

“Said, Lord Jesus forguv your Taulbe;
But he told me another word;
He said it soft when he stooped and kissed me.
That were the last I heard.”

“Taulbe ain’t to home this morning.”
“I know that, Sally Anne,
For I kilt him, coming down through the meadow
Where Taulbe kilt my man.

“I met him upon the meadow trace
When the moon were fainting fast,
And I bad my dead man’s rifle gun
And kilt him as he come past.”

But I heard two shots.” “‘Twas his was second:
He shot me ‘fore be died:
You’ll find us at daybreak, Sally Anne Barton:
I’m laying there dead at his side.”

I’ve been fascinated by the concept of Old Christmas since I first read the poem, “Old Christmas Morning” by Roy Helton in high school.

On Old Christmas Eve, legends say, elderberry bushes bloom, even if covered with snow, and fig trees bud, even when covered with ice. Roosters crow at the hour of midnight, and cattle and horses kneel down in their stalls out of respect for the Christ Child.

Also, spirits walk on Old Christmas Eve, which really fired my imagination. Some years back, I began plotting a romance novel that would use the events of Old Christmas Eve as a part of the plot. My upcoming romance novel, Old Christmas, forthcoming from Crimson Romances, is the result.

Storm Warning was my first published romance, released in August of 1990 by Meteor’s Kismet Romance line.