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Sentinel Greenwich Unpa ra l l e l ed Re a ch . l De c embe r 23 , 2016 Inside this Issue: Special Christmas Eve Editorial and Calendar of Christmas Services in Town



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Our Neighborhoods S Christmas Tree Recycling Program begins December 26th with the following schedule: Bruce Park: 8 a.m. - 4 p.m., Greenwich Point: 6 a.m. - sunset, Holly Hill Recycling Center: Weekdays: 7 a.m. - 3 p.m. & Saturdays: 7 a.m. - 12 p.m. S . CHRIST CHURCH BOOKSTORE OPEN LATE CHRISTMAS EVE Ample parking, a serene atmosphere, gifts that celebrate the spirit of Christmas for all ages and gift wrapping make the Christ Church Bookstore the perfect place to visit for a last minute gift ... or a quiet break from the crowds. The beautifully transformed space at Christ Church holds much more than books (including unique ornaments, jewelery, and a wide variety of crèche sets) and they also serve coffee. The quiet second floor is filled with comfortable chairs and reading nooks overlooking the lovely Christ Church grounds. 254 East Putnam Avenue. Open Christmas Eve until 5:00 pm. OLD GREENWICH S First Congregational Church Community Carol Sing Around Creche. Dec. 24 from 4pm until 5pm in Binney Park. S Sunday, Jan. 1, 9 a.m. to 11:15 a .m. Fi rst Sunday Bi rd Wa l k held at Greenwich Point Park. Join the Bruce Museum for a leisurely walk to view birds in their habitats. Bring binoculars. Meet near southern concession stand. Contact Cynthiae@brucemuseum. org for more information and park admission. No registration required. S Sunday, Jan. 1, 1:30 p.m. to 4 p.m. Fred Elser First Sunday Science held at the Seaside Center at Greenwich Point Park. After the Polar Bear Plunge at noon, warm up with polar bear activities all afternoon. At 2 pm, watch a video that follows scientists who, with the help of Inuit hunters, study the health and future of polar bears off the coast of Greenland. Free. No registration required. BACKCOUNTRY S Sunday, Jan. 8, 1 p.m. to 3 p.m.. Hilfiger Learning Center Grand Reopening at Audubon Center of Greenwich (613 R iversv i le Rd.) Bring the entire family out for an afternoon of learning and fun as we celebrate the reopening of the Hilfiger Learning Center. Festivities will include live animals, backyard birdwatching, nature crafts, puppet-theater, and other activities. Hot cocoa and snacks will be served as well. Children and seniors $3 admission, adults $6. For more info, or to RSVP, contact COS COB S Thursday, Dec. 29, 2 p.m. to 3:45 p.m. Vacation Movie: Finding Dory held at the Cos Cob Library (5 Sinawoy Rd.) The Cos Cob Library presents the recently released Pixar Studios movie, Finding Dory. The movie runs for 97 minutes and is rated PG. Look for AdamCampbell, story artist and son of Wayne Campbell and Wendy Silver in the credits! RIVERSIDE S Saturday , Dec. 31, 8:35 p.m to Sunday, Jan. 1, 1 am. The J House Greenwich New Year's Eve Party (1114 E. Putnam. Ave.) Join the J House to ring in the new year! Tickets include dinner, open bar, DJ, dancing, 10 Piece Band "Billy and the Showmen", party favors, midnight snacks, complimentary champagne toast. For more info, visit DOWNTOWN

It is the season for Christmas pageants all over town. This was the scene at Christ Church on Sunday morning. A serious moment in for actors May Collins (angel) James Markline (Innkeeper #2) Caroline Tesei (Innkeepers Wife), Scarlett Hopson(Mary) Steele Barhydt(Joseph), Lane Critchell (Innkeeper #1), Abby Meyers(angel). Directed by Gregg Gregory. See the second section for more pageant and holiday photos from all over town.

A Visit from St. Nicholas

I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name! “Now , Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!” As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the housetop the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too— And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack. His eyes—how they twinkled!

his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight— “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!” him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word,

that is nowManhattan. Moore would have been inf luenced as wel l by his father, Benjamin Moore, who was president of Columbia University and who, in his role a s Epi scopa l bi shop of New York, took part in the inauguration of George Washington as the nation’s first president. A graduate of Columbia, Clement Moore was a scholar of Hebrew and a professor of Oriental and Greek literature at the General Theological Semi na r y i n Manhat t an. This light-hearted poem was never meant for the public, which may be why it was publ i shed anonymous l y, l i k e l y w i t h o u t Mo o r e knowing it was submitted. T h e p o e m w a s f i r s t published in a newspaper on December 23, 1823. The newspaper was the Sentinel — the Troy (New York) Sentinel , to be precise. Tonight, in our home, our holiday tradition will most certainly include a bedtime story. We will make our way back from the Christmas Eve service and everyone will open one present. The content s of t he s e presents is never a surprise— a l w a y s n e w C h r i s t ma s pajamas, washed and ready to wear this very night. Then there will be hot cocoa while we sit and listen. One wife, two children, two

dogs, and a cat. Quiet. Then Peter will begin to read this brief but magical tale. Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugar- plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave a lustre of midday to objects below, When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver so lively and quick,

By Elizabeth Barhydt

F o r m a n y i n Gr e enw i ch a nd around the world, treasured holiday traditions include a bedtime story that begins, “’ Twas the night before Christmas ,” on Christmas Eve. We include it here in its entirety for you to read to your family if you don't have a copy at home. Wh i l e t h e r e i s s ome sl ight d isag reement over the authorship of this now famous poem, most believe it was penned by Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863). According to the Library o f C o n g r e s s Ame r i c a n Memor y proj e c t , Moore wrote the tale on Christmas Eve, 1822, while traveling to his Chelsea-district home f rom Greenwich Vi l lage, where he picked up the last of many turkeys that his family traditionally donated to the poor each holiday season. Moore created A Visit from St. Nicholas (now known as ’ Twas the Night Before Christmas ) to read to his own six children that evening. His vision was likely influenced in some part by the description of St. Nicholas in Washington Irving’s A History of New York (1809). In this fanciful account, St. Nicholas is credited with inspiring, through a vivid dream, the location of the city


Officer Honored

For the past 31 years Pampena, his wife, Lisa, and two children, a long with four generations of family members, have decorated his property with holiday lights. And if people think that maybe just the roof and a few trees are lit up, then they obviously haven’t stopped by the house, located on 68 Lewelyn Road.

W h e n p e o p l e s t o p o n b y t o v i e w Tony “Chr i stmas” Pampena’s hou s e du r i ng t he holiday season, the common word people say is a simple “Wow.” For t he 27-yea r Greenwich firefighter and Stamford resident, that one-word statement is the perfect compliment. By Paul Silverfarb

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Congratulations to CIO Keith Hirsh as the Connecticut Alarm and System Integrator Association (CASIA) Police Person of the Year for 2016. Each year CASIA recognizes an officer who demonstrates an outstanding understanding of the electronic security industry's contributions to public safety. CIO Hirsh was recognized for his efforts to educate the public and deter crime through community partnerships. One of the many reasons our crime rate is low in Greenwich. Thank you officer Hirsh.

You have to go out of your way not to not notice Greenwich Firefighter Tony “Christmas” Pampena’s house during the holiday season, as his home in Stamford is covered from top to bottom with lights. Even the grass and trees are glowing with lights. (Paul Silverfarb photo)

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