The Holiday Spirits

One of the things that you can count on my family to do is to tell at least one good ghost story at our Christmas gathering. Of course, the stories they told were all true ( cough cough ) but they were fun to listen to and they were even more fun to tell.

During the winter I read and write more ghost stories then I do during Halloween ( which is a lot ) but there is something about those cold dark nights and gray cool days that I find inspirational and I really get into the Spirit of  the season and it shows in my writing.

Here are some articles about the tradition of telling Ghost stories during the Christmas season, if you’re not familiar with the tradition you will find this background info very interesting:


From the article ” Why Do People Tell  Ghost Stories At Christmas

Though to modern eyes, Halloween might be a more appropriate holiday for ghosts, Christmas makes sense. As Dickens wrote, the ghosts of Christmas are really the past, present and future, swirling around us in the dead of the year. They’re a reminder that we’re all haunted, all the time, by good ghosts and bad, and that they all have something to tell us. 

From The Article: Ghost Stories of Christmas: A chilling Victorian tradition

Gathering around a fire to share ghost stories was a beloved Christmas tradition in the late 1800s into the early 1900s.

 Victorians also sent bizarre Christmas cards with morbidly humorous designs featuring murderous frogs and anthropomorphic insects.

 Historically, December 25th has a close link to pre-Christian solstice festivals that viewed mid-winter as a time when light dies and the veil between the world of the living and dead is most thin.

From The Article: A Plea to Resurrect the Christmas Tradition of Telling Ghost Stories

 “Nothing satisfies us on Christmas Eve but to hear each other tell authentic anecdotes about spectres. It is a genial, festive season, and we love to muse upon graves, and dead bodies, and murders, and blood.”

Wow. That’s Harsh.


The thought of spending the day with me

actually made someone sick

and by that I mean

they had to go to the Doctor


I’m not sure if I should laugh or cry or care at all.

It’s just a curious footnote in my journal, a notebook covered with cookie crumb stains

that nobody will ever read.

My cat likes to sleep on it, sometimes.

And Many More

I have a birthday today, so I thought I would share the three things I had on my list the year I turned six.

Six was one of those memorable birthdays because my parents found out not only had I mastered my ABC’S  like during the first week of school and  ( even though I ALWAYS got the words to the song wrong and sang the letters out of order ) halfway through the school year I was reading at a second grade reading level ( I was in kindergarten ). Funny story. My parents  made me take the test THREE TIMES and the teacher made me take the test in the Principals Office because she was convinced I was cheating.

Nobody knows how I picked up reading as fast as I did, but if you want to know the truth nobody CARED.  The plus side to reading harder books was that I got to check out books from the big kid’s section of the library- which was empty most of the time, big surprise right? It was like my own private library and in those days my school was in an old creepy building and the library had those long tall windows and it was always dark in there. 

Just as a side note- I am still a freakishly fast reader and I can remember what I read with lots of detail  but I can NEVER remember the authors name.  I have to make an effort to match up the author’s name to the book. Even though I love them to bits.

Weird, right?


I got two of the things I asked for that year and as for the third- well. Nobody ever let me forgot I begged for that one the hardest.