Susan Marie Molloy

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I Don’t Get It


I have a legitimate question: When did Winnie the Pooh’s little donkey friend, Eeyore, become a part of Christmas?  And why?

He seems to be taking the stage as a blow-up decoration on peoples’ lawns, along with Winnie the Pooh, Minions from “Despicable Me,” and dragons.

So, what are their roles at Christmas that they become a part of the Christmas décor?

I really would like to know the tradition or logic behind this—

—just as frogs, beetles, and dragonflies decorated Christmas cards about a century ago:

It gets lost with me.  I don’t get it.

©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


Author: Susan Marie Molloy

Hi, and welcome to my blog. I am a published writer, poet, photographer, freelance editor, artist, and career analyst. Growing up in a bilingual family helped me foster my love of languages. I hold a Bachelor of Arts degree in History and Political Science, a Bachelor of Arts degree in English, and Master of Arts in History. My short stories, poetry, and photographs have been published in the Emerald Coast Review (18th and 19th editions), newspapers, and in many other publications. I enjoy Pre-Code films, photography, music, travelling, history, reading, and living each day to the fullest in The Oasis. My publications include Engaged (an anthology of my poems), The Crowd of Turin, God of the Sea: A Short Book of Poetry by the Seashore, Grapes Suzette and Other Poetic Epicurean Delights, Gallery Night, Indigo Fantasy, The Green Gloves, Puppy Love, Supreme Theater, and others. I am currently working on an anthology of my short stories, including a roman à clef tale, and am in collaboration with another artist in writing a novel. My books are available through Amazon. Check them out. Buy them. Read them. Send me your thoughts. I look forward to hearing from you.

7 thoughts on “I Don’t Get It

  1. Wasn’t Eeyore at Bethlehem?

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  2. Maybe it’s the donkey in the manger? More likely, anything to merchandise whatever over the holidays, alas. Who knows how they come up with these things? Interesting about the insects and old Christmas cards, one does wonder about that message…:) Thanks for this post!

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    • Yeah, I was thinking Eeyore is supposed to be the donkey in the manager, but then, what about the ox? Could Elsie the Borden’s Cow stand in its place? I don’t know—-all about merchandising, I’m sure. The insects and frog on the old Christmas card is beyond me, unless it has something to do with “let bygones be bygones” and natural enemies can party hardy on Christmas…? I’m trying to make sense of it. ~ Thanks for stopping by and chatting. I like that. ~ I reviewed your book, “Rest in Fleece,” on Goodreads and Amazon. Fabulous and hysterical! 🙂

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      • Thank you so very much indeed for your generous and kind review of Rest in Fleece – very appreciated! So glad you enjoyed it! I in turn enjoyed Crowd of Turin and reviewed to reflect! Love, love that title! I must research the bugs on Christmas cards – that just doesn’t synch, does it! With you on the ox and Elsie. Or those talking cows on the California Cheese commercials. 🙂


  3. I think it is because of Christmas and childhood imprinting. We all sort of have memories that have nothing to do with Christmas, but with security and family. I have faint leanings to Alice in Wonderland because of my Dad’s love of that book. I suppose if I could find a giant, blowup Cheshire Cat that disappeared leaving only a smile for the front yard it might become a tradition.

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    • Ah! Makes sense, and I suppose, too, that reindeer have become that type of memory for us, even though, let’s say, the Three Wise Men didn’t travel on reindeer (but camels), I get what you’re saying. ~ That Cheshire Cat would be the cat’s meow!


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