It’s All Fun and Games Until Reality Sets In

This morning I thought to myself:

As far as Christmas goes, this was a good one.

It snowed on Christmas Eve and on Christmas Day and I didn’t run out of eggnog AND I had fun with the family.

With that being said I was ready for it to be over.

Holidays are hard.

They’re hard all the way from the Prep work to cleanup day and then the guilt for having a good time, or not having enough fun or not buying the right gifts or for buying to much.

So I was at that stage- you know, if you love something set it free, blah, blah, blah… and then I remember that this weekend

IT

comes back.

And by IT I don’t mean the clown from the Stephen King story.

I mean

IT

I’ll ‘fess up.

My reaction to that bit of news was not good.

I facepalmed  myself against a wall a few times and chanted merrily to myself as I sank into an ocean of stars:

Bloody.

Hell.

 

Daily Prompt: Confess

It Was The Best Ghost Story EVER

Photo A.M Moscoso

I ‘ve done a few posts about what my favorite Christmas films are- so what I’d like to share with you is how one in particular became my absolute  favorite and how it went on to inspire me in my own writing.

That film is  A Christmas Carol starring Alistair Sim.

I saw A Christmas Carol for the first time when I was a little girl. Very little. I was about five or six years old. So this would have been around 1969

I remember sort of catching bits and pieces of it, but the part I zeroed in on, the part that got my attention was when Scrooge came face to face with the  The Spirit of Christmas Yet-to-Come .

I was a scary movie buff by this time ( one of my favorite TV shows was called ” Nightmare Theatre” ) and it had recently brought me into the universe of spooky movies and  educated into the world of Ghosts, Witch Doctors, Zombies, Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, Mad Scientists and things from Outer Space.

So when Scrooge ran into this dark, faceless obviously merciless apparition I was impressed beyond words-enchanted and pulled into the story right then and there with my blanket over my head and my arms wrapped around my dog who was NOT into being squeezed to death by his young mistress judging by the way he desperately tried to get out of my arms.

Not to worry. I was not defenseless.

I just ran after him and dragged him back to the front of the tv with me. It took some doing because I refused to turn loose of my blanket and that was one strong little dog. He was fond of taking lungfuls of air. What can I say?

Anyway.

I was terrified and falling in love with this movie scream by silent scream on that Christmas Eve.

It was a magical experience and from then on not only had I become a life long fan of the movie I went on to read every single book from Dickens that I could get my hands on.

To this day I read those books slowly- I savor each word. I only allow myself a chapter a night so that I can prolong the experience.

A nod to that Christmas Eve when I discovered one of the best ghost stories on film EVER

Favourite Christmas film (Christmas Special 2017 Writing Prompt #21 answer)

Time To Make Merry!

It’s time to go into the weekend and start with the Christmas celebrations ( woo-hoo )

So this is what is on for tonight.

To read with a warm mug of eggnog and some Christmas cookies- a collection of Ghost Stories by one of my favorite authors M.R. James

Photo A.M. Moscoso

It’s not Christmas without Christmas music!

This nifty machine plays Cd’s, vinyl, it has a radio too.  Classic King Radio has been playing wonderful selections of Christmas Music along with their usual programming, you can go on line HERE and stream their holiday program too.

So I’m set- are you?

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I haven’t decided which Christmas movie to watch tonight

Christmas Carol

It’s A Wonderful Life

or

Arsenic and Old Lace

What We Do In The Shadows

Decisions, decisions, decisions!

All of these are festive movies that really celebrate the human spirit so I’m torn here. I know what you’re thinking- ” Just pick one Anita Marie, they’re all good!”

No. It’s not that simple This is the movie that will kick off the Christmas weekend. So it’s important to me that I chose the right one.

And of course- what is any festive occasion without your best friend by your side?

No matter how you go about starting your Christmas Adventure this weekend – savor it, enjoy it, make it yours.

AMM

Carols From My Enduring Bones

One of the best things about Christmas Carols are the many interpretations of the songs that are out there.

As a Writer I know that a story is meant to be told and that the best thing that can happen to it is that it will grow legs and run on it’s own- and if you’ve really done your job it will inspire others to tell a story too.

Here are three standard Carols  ( I couldn’t chose just one as suggested by the prompt )with a new ‘do’ that I really do enjoy.

Give them listen!

Christmas Special (2017) Writing Prompt #18 – Favourite Christmas carol

 

Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot?

A Plea to Resurrect the Christmas Tradition of Telling Ghost Stories

Though the practice is now more associated with Halloween, spooking out your family is well within the Christmas spirit…more HERE

 

My family used to tell a ghost story or two or three at Christmas- there was something about being full of warm food and good drink that brought out the devil of a story tell in our  midst and then would say just above a whisper-

” Remember that time we thought we heard that knock at the door, and then we heard it at the window and then we heard the basement door open-”

And of course one of us would say, ” I wasn’t there. What happened? ”

It wasn’t until I got married and hung out with my in-laws for the first time that I realized not all families sat around a tree and told stories about angry spirits and lost spirits and dogs and cats that followed you home in the snow and the dark and when you turned around there wasn’t a dog or a cat but a man in fancy clothes and a top hat standing there in the snow with no tracks- human or otherwise in the snow except for your own.

He would ask if he could come in and warm himself by your fire- and some of us would invite him in and other’s would not.

 

Some families, I learned,  turned on every single light in the house on and drowned out the glow from the lights on the tree and in the window. They played  board games where you learned about geography or card games you collected over the year because it was ” Magic ”  .

Then you could talk about Nature and Cows and what it was like to grow up on a farm.

I was lost from that point on-I really did not know what to do with myself over the holidays anymore.

I gave up on Christmas for awhile- the suburbs had eaten Christmas and spit out it’s bones  and not in a fun or amusing way.

The Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future were not invited to these energetic Shopping Mall inspired gatherings. Not unless they were wearing Old Navy Clothes or your favorite College Football team’s logo somewhere on your person.

Mysterious Men in top hats with dark orange eyes were left on the curb to wait in the darkness alone- their stories falling like snow on an empty streets and dead ears.

But I played along because it was the polite thing to do and for as much as I missed hearing a few good ghost stories I wasn’t looking to scuttle the evening for everyone else.

Still, I’d look into dark corners or try to look through an overly bright window and I’d think about a friend or two- and wonder if I would ever get to spend  Christmas Night with them again.

I hope so.

I really do hope so.

Vilhelm Hammershoi

 

Christmas Special (2017) Writing Prompt #17 – Least favourite part of Christmas

The Loss Of Christmas Ghost Stories.