DESIREE 2025 - In a thousand and a thousand years
The very famous Christmas collector's plate from the Danish company Desiree.
Made of porcelain and painted in the famous Copenhagen blue color, it annually depicts the fairy tales of Hans Christian Andersen.
The Christmas 2025 collector's plate is entitled: "In a thousand and a thousand years"
Hans Christian Andersen is a Danish writer. He is one of the great fairy tale authors of the nineteenth century, he reused the great heritage of Nordic fairy tales in an original way, infusing it with a characteristic optimistic spirit. A profound idyllic-religious feeling and a bitter knowledge of life come together, in the best fairy tales, to create that duplicity and simultaneity of fantastic-realistic vision, which allows the most daring changes of register, the most daring mixtures of colours. Son of a poor shoemaker, he spent his childhood in his closed world of a sensitive and imaginative wastrel. In 1819 he went to Copenhagen to seek his fortune and tried his hand at singing, acting and dancing.
A wonderful decoration, designed and made with skill, a unique special object to give as a gift to celebrate a date or to collect.
In a thousand and a thousand years
A fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen
Of course, in a thousand and a thousand years they will arrive on the wings of steam, flying, crossing the ocean! The young inhabitants of America will visit old Europe. They will come to see the ruined monuments and places, just as we are now drawn to the shattered beauty of South Asia.
In a thousand and a thousand years they will arrive!
The Thames, the Danube, the Rhine still flow, the summit of Mont Blanc is still covered in snow, the Northern Lights shine over the countries of the North, but generations, one after another, have become dust, the ranks of the powerful of the moment are forgotten, like those who now sleep on the heights, where the rich miller, who owns that land, has built a bench to sit on and look at the vast and undulating wheat field.
"To Europe!" we hear among young Americans "towards the land of the fathers, the beautiful land of memories and imagination, Europe!"
The airship arrives, it is full of travellers, since the journey is faster than by sea; the electromagnetic wire passing under the ocean has already telegraphed how many people make up the air caravan. Europe can already be seen, it's the coasts of Ireland, but the passengers are still asleep; they will wake up only when they are over England; they will touch the land of Europe in the land of Shakespeare, as the children of the spirit call it, the land of politics and machines the others call it.
They will stop there for a whole day; it is the time this hasty generation can devote to great England and Scotland.
They then continue through the Channel Tunnel towards France, the land of Charlemagne and Napoleon. Molière is named, scholars talk about the classical and romantic schools that date back to the distant past, and rejoice in the heroes, poets and scientists that our time does not know, but who will be born in the crater of Europe: Paris.
The airship flies over the country from which Columbus departed, where Cortez was born, and where Calderon sang his plays in sonorous verse; graceful women with black eyes still inhabit the flowery valleys, ancient songs still name the Cid and the Alhambra.
By flight you cross the sea to Italy, where the ancient and eternal Rome was located. Now it is completely erased, the countryside is a desert; only a single remnant of the wall remains of the church of San Pietro, but it is doubtful whether it is authentic.
Then to Greece, to sleep a night in the luxurious hotel located at the top of Olympus, just for being there. The journey continues to the Bosphorus, where we rest for a few hours and visit the place where Byzantium stood; now poor fishermen throw their nets where legend tells of the Harem garden in the time of the Turks.
We fly over the ruins of marvelous cities that stood along the vigorous Danube, cities that our time does not know; every now and then, on the places full of memories, on the places that will arise and on those that time will make appear, every now and then the aerial caravan lowers and then rises again.
Over there lies Germany, which was once crossed by a dense network of railways and canals, the country where Luther spoke, Goethe sang and where Mozart held the scepter of music in his time! Great names shine in science and art, names we don't know.
One day of stay in Germany and one in the Northern countries, to visit the homeland of Orsted, that of Linnaeus, and Norway, land of old heroes and a young generation. Iceland is visited on the return journey, and the geysers are no longer boiling, the Hekla volcano is extinct, but the sturdy rocky island resists in the rough sea, like an eternal stone plaque in memory of the sagas.
"There is a lot to see in Europe" says the young American. "We saw it in eight days, and it can be done very well, just as the great traveler" and he names a person who belongs to his time "demonstrated in his famous book Europe, seen in 8 days."