Christmas Eve Snap-Dragon with Jane Austen's family
Christmas Eve traditions at Chawton House
Christmas Eve was my favourite night of the year at Chawton House and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. The highlight of the evening was a game of the 16th century game Snap-Dragon, enjoyed by my family for centuries.
“Different amusements every evening! We had Bullet Pudding, then Snap-Dragon,” Fanny Knight wrote in her diary in 1806, when her aunt Jane Austen lived in Chawton.
For those of you that are new to my heritage, Chawton was inherited by my fourth great-grandfather, Edward Austen (Jane Austen’s brother), from distant cousins, the Knights. In 1812, as a condition of his inheritance, Edward changed his - and my - name from Austen to Knight. Edward's sister, Jane Austen, my fifth great-aunt, spent the last eight years of her life living in a cottage in the middle of the village and frequently visited Chawton Great House, as she called my childhood home.
Here is an excerpt from the first chapter of my memoir, Jane & Me: My Austen Heritage, which starts on Christmas Eve, 1987. I hope you enjoy it.
Preparations for our celebrations began days before. Granny ran a tearoom in the Great Hall in the summer months and I earned my pocket money serving Jane Austen fans from around the world. For Christmas, the numerous tables and chairs were rearranged to allow plenty of room for the family to mingle, talk and play games, rather than be formally seated.
A pile of seasoned logs sat ready next to the large stone fireplace. Home-made decorations and streamers hung from the antlers above the dark oak panelling. Sprigs of holly with bright red berries, gathered from the woods on the edge of the south-west lawns, were strategically placed around the room - on the fireplace mantle, the lip above the panelling, above the doors and on the window ledges. A thick bunch of mistletoe hung in the doorways so guests would be greeted with a kiss.
A large Christmas tree, freshly cut from a neighbour’s woodland, took pride of place and was decorated with baubles of all different shapes, sizes and colours. Presents were piled up under the tree ready to be opened on Christmas Day.
An enormous pewter charger (plate) had been retrieved from its home above the panelling in the inner hallway to be warmed in front of the fire for Snap-Dragon - the main event of the evening. Granny said the chargers were very old, but I didn’t know how old. “Tho’ I like praise as well as anybody, I like what Edward calls Pewter too,” Jane once quipped about her desire to earn money from her novels, but I didn’t know if this was Edward’s pewter.
Late in the afternoon, I started to get myself ready for the evening’s festivities. We all dressed smartly for celebrations in the Great Hall, and I’m sure Jane did too. A best dress, perhaps, with hair freshly pinned and smart shoes to change into when she arrived: it wasn’t far to walk from Chawton Cottage. From my bedroom, I walked down a dark panelled hall, past the oil portraits of the 6th, 7th and 8th squires of Chawton House, and into our sitting room.
Dad was seated in an armchair by the fireplace. I sat on a window seat with a clear view of the front entrance to the house and peeked through the curtains to watch our extended family and close friends arrive.
At six o’clock we opened the heavy door from the North Wing and walked into the Great Hall. A fire flickered in the large open hearth, the curtains were drawn and the room was warm. Cocktail sausages, a cheese platter, and Granny’s legendary mince pies took pride of place on a high refectory table pushed to the wall on the right of the fireplace, with plates and cutlery at one end for self-service, and glasses and drinks at the other. The small black bats that occasionally flew around the top of the room were nowhere to be seen. The smell of Christmas was unmistakable: chestnuts on the roaring fire, spices in the mulled wine, and brandy warming in a jug by the fireplace. The room soon hummed with lively conversation, laughter and anticipation.
Cousins shared stories, personal news, and talked about the festivities planned for the next few days. An hour or so into the evening, Granny appeared with the warmed jug of brandy, giving the signal that it was time: Snap-Dragon was about to begin. The pewter charger had been piled high with currants and took pride of place on a round table in the centre of the room.
We gathered around the table and the lights were turned out. Granny poured the brandy over the currants, and used a match to ignite the flames. A roar of blue flames lit up the room with a flickering glow, and made the happy and excited faces seem ghoulish and sinister.
The room filled with laughter and excitement as we put our hands in to quickly grab the fruit. As a young child I had been frightened of the flames and didn’t want to put my hands in, fearful I would be burnt. But my desire to do as my older brother and cousins did outweighed my fears, and I eventually put my hands in to discover that as long as I was quick and immediately put the currants in my mouth, it didn’t hurt at all. It was as if we were eating fire! I marvelled as my brother Paul put his hand in over and over, without any sign of fear or hesitation, and encouraged me to be braver. It was over in a matter of minutes but the adrenaline lasted much longer.
My ancestors had played the same game. Did Jane put her hands into the flames, or stand back and watch? Fanny was one of Jane’s favourite nieces and I like to think that Jane would have taken part - in keeping with the lively, fun image of her that has prevailed through the centuries.
“Don’t be afraid, Fanny, proceed in a determined and speedy fashion, you will not be harmed,” I imagine Jane saying quietly, in kind encouragement, before she led the chant:
Here he comes with flaming bowl,
Don't he mean to take his toll,
Snip! Snap! Dragon!
Take care you don’t take too much,
Be not greedy in your clutch,
Snip! Snap! Dragon!
With his blue and lapping tongue
Many of you will be stung,
Snip! Snap! Dragon!
For he snaps at all that comes
Snatching at his feast of plums,
Snip! Snap! Dragon!
But Old Christmas makes his come,
Though he looks so fee! fa! fum!
Snip! Snap! Dragon!
Don’t ‘ee fear him but be bold
Out he goes his flames are cold,
Snip! Snap! Dragon!
Snap-Dragon was popular in England from the 16th to the 19th centuries. Had Snap-Dragon been played in the Great Hall since Shakespeare’s time when John Knight built Chawton House? Or was it introduced by great Aunt Jane herself? What I do know, is that Snap-Dragon is fun and spectacular, and has been enjoyed by my family for centuries.
Happy holidays one and all!
© Caroline Jane Knight
Author of Jane & Me: My Austen Heritage. Click HERE for paperback, and HERE for e-book and audiobook
Ooh this sounds like so much fun! Thank you for sharing your memories!
I've never played Snapdragon, but it does sound like fun!