You Have To Wonder About This

My end of the year vintage Victorian Christmas Card roundup- just to start things off I will say this- if these are examples of Christmas cards, I can only wonder why their Halloween greetings were so tame!

This is a Victorian Christmas Card.

It’s odd, slightly macabre and I kind of feel sorry for the guy in the picture because I don’t think this scene is playing out in his favor.

In addition I’m not sure if this is a Christmas greeting or a warning but I am certain that you could use it  as a Halloween card too.

When I see this I can hear a million little sparrows singing

” They’re coming to get you Barbara

So, the person sending this card is saying that they’re sending moths to fly into your eyes and that they will die trying and that in the morning they’ll find you all there- enveloped in blood, moths wings and  the sender’s ever lasting love.

I’m sure this is the kind of card that Dr. Phibes would send, at any rate I know I would.

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So there’s a few happy greetings to contemplate as we go into 2019- like we can contemplate where to order these babies for ourselves, am I right?

Anyhoo, have a cool yule guys!


Before It Gets Dark


” This road looks dangerous, doesn’t it. ” he said.

She was walking slightly ahead of him, a woman in long fitted  black fur jacket trimmed along her collar and wrists with light gray lace shaped like  feathers.  Her head  was protected from the cold and the fog by a fluffy brown scarf.

” I mean, it’s a good thing there’s still daylight. Wouldn’t want to be out here when it’s dark. Look at the shape of this pavement, broken to bits and full of ice. It’s dangerous in full daylight. In the dark, well, one false step and whump. Down you go.”

“I’m wondering.” he asked without expecting her to answer, in fact he preferred she keep quiet- for now. ” Do you know  there’s a lake off the path here. It’s pretty deep, I’ve heard. Nobody knows exactly how deep it is. Anything could be down there. You could hide anything down there and keep it hidden pretty much forever.”

She continued to walk in the same measured stride and she continued to not pay any attention to him.

” Yes, daylight is the time to be out here. Before the temperature  drops and the fog rolls in and not only can’t you see but you can’t even walk fast let alone run if something came up on you. Something not friendly. Because. Whump. Down you go.  You could be hurt and alone all night- providing you lasted that long.” He paused. ” In this cold. Well. ”

To his satisfaction- no- to his pleasure he saw her adjust her scarf and she slowed down. Just a little. But that was enough, that was all he needed. He felt positively warm inside and it made the palms of his hands sweaty.

” This little park is no where to be walking alone, especially when it’s cold and the dark and the fog rolls in fast like it is right now. Once daylight is gone, that’s when it’s worse. That’s when the ground opens up and the monsters come out. At night when  you’re all alone.”

She stopped and he saw her drop her scarf  back with shaking hands on either side of her head. He was delighted to see little puffs of her nervous breath frozen and drifting over her shoulder towards him because they had nowhere else to go.

Those small gestures excited him to the center of his bones.

” Are you sure about that? That the monsters only come out at night.” she asked as she turned around carefully so as not to slip on the icy path. ” Are you absolutely sure about that?


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Inspired By The Australian Advent Calander: The Bunyip

No. I Never Did Wonder About That.


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I wonder if snowflakes

scream as they fall

from the sky

to the ground

do their tiny icy little bones snap and crack

as they are driven to the Earth

by the merciless winter wind?


I wonder if snowflakes

scream in their dreams

when they see themselves falling

and drifting


to their icy deaths

to the ground down below.



Inspired By The Winter Creativity Portal Prompt: The Sounds of Winter 

Glittery Cards and Edible Bugs

Yesterday I found a sealed  box of unsent Christmas cards in my pantry.

On the front of the card was a cute little  Golden Retriever Puppy covered in glitter snow sitting in front of a crooked wooden fence with his head tilted to the side.

He was wearing a scarf.

Glitter and country road  fence aside the dog was cute, but let’s face it.

The cards never got sent.

However this year, I found the perfect cards to send- thank you Mysterious Package Company!

I’m sending the cute dog cards to some of my friends and family and I’m sending these to the others.

I wonder which  list will have what names on them.

At this point, I see some worried people heading to their mailboxes ( do people even USE those anymore ) because I always manage to get it wrong when it comes to really knowing what is going on inside of the heads of the people I know.

Mysterious Package Co Christmas Cards HERE

Last year I really tried to deck the halls and get into the swing of things- but I’m notorious for getting Christmas gifts that suck and that nobody really likes- I mean if you want to know how to screw up gift cards as presents, just ask me.

It’s not like I’ve given out voodoo dolls or edible bugs, shrunken heads or those little plush toys that look like germs,  maybe I should. Maybe that’s what people expect from me and when I drop the ball and go traditional , maybe it’s a let down.

I don’t know.

Until this minute I hadn’t considered that.

Now there’s a thought.

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This Christmas season I promised myself I would read some Victorian Era Ghost stories ( check ) I would do something creative everyday ( check ) oh and I haven’t done any baking yet but I have eaten some great store bought treats so ( kind of check ).

Do you know what I haven’t done?

Stressed out over the holidays- but I think that finding those cool cards- which I’m using as story prompts so fair warning, got me off to a good start.

So if I can get through this Holiday  without wanting to walk around with a blanket over my head ( as my dog likes to do, for his own reasons ) I would consider that a win.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Now here is a little Christmas music for you to enjoy for you to enjoy as you maybe write out some cards or toss back a cookie or two- or you know A LOT of cookies.

But whatever you do, make sure you do it in your own unique way.


Inspired By Made In Australia Advent Calendar: Christmas Letters From Australia

Confectioner On Deck

A few years ago I stopped baking and I stopped cooking full meals.

It just seemed easier to toss things in the microwave or to order pizza or to just go out and have someone else do the work- and I’ll put it out there with all of my heart- teachers and cooks and chefs do NOT get paid enough.

My point is this: after years of cooking for my family I am OVER the experience.

Sometimes though- when it snows or the weather is bad and I look out the window and wonder what to do, I turn an eye to my kitchen and I bake.

Sometimes I bake from scratch – whichto me feels like I’m working in a lab with dangerous chemicals or test tubes full of malicious life forms just waiting for you to make one false move, to add just a smidge too much of this or not put in enough of that and by that carelessness – kaboom.


I do love baking from scratch.

It appeals to my inner Abominable Doctor Phibes.

What I love about baking and what I miss about baking are the smells- the scent of vanilla and cinnamon,the beautiful aroma of mulled spices that make their way into warm apple cider and the intoxicating  aroma of cooling pies and cookies.

I made a deal with myself- if the sky is gray and there is a bite in the air this weekend I think I might go a little mad scientist and do some holiday baking.

I have some standby recipes like shortbread- I make a mean shortbread and if it involves fruit and white chocolate I’ll give it a try. And of course I guess I’ll do some Christmas cookies because I’m not a total wet blanket.

Besides, I like to listen to Christmas music when I bake and to double the fun ( for me and to the deep concern of my dog when I do this ) I wear a Christmas Sweatshirt and make my dog wear his Christmas Tree Tiara and I sing along  at the tops of my lungs

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For some inspiration I might try a few of these from The Soul Food Café 2003 Made in Australia Calendar because there is a recipe for a treat where Rice Krispie cereal is called Rice Bubbles.

Rice Bubbles.

Like I’m going to walk away from that!

This month is supposed to be about adventure and experimenting with new ways of doing things and creating things with my own two hands ( as opposed to clicking an icon on my laptop with my own two hands that looks like a shopping cart and sending for it )

I suppose my kitchen is just as good as any museum or symphony hall or poorly lit icy street to embark on this quest.

I just hope I remember to pull the battery out of my smoke detector first.


I’m kidding.

I’ll let you know how it goes.


Inspired By Made In Australia 2003 Advent Calendar: Six White Boomers


Christmas Tradtions are called Traditions for a reason.

We assume that whatever our circumstances, everything leading up to December 25th will be the same- the only thing that changes ( in theory ) are the participants and the roles they play.

Of course, if you’re one of the lucky people new things come your way and you get to do something different.

I’ll be honest, when I was forced into the position of having to redefine my entire life and that included how I celebrated the holidays I was less then enchanted with the prospect.

It was scary, it was stressful but in the end it was an adventure into the dark and unknown and I am wired by nature  to do that anyway.

After all, I travel alone, I decided that working in a Funeral Home was something I wanted to do- so against the odds I did it. I played lead guitar in rock bands before it was common for women to do that. I even rode motorcycles.

So when I wanted to find a new way to approach the holidays it was hit and miss and then I found the inspiration to do things differently:

First of all, this is the first year I will be planning Christmas as a Grandma.

In March my first Grandchild was born and she was the inspiration for me to go into my memory vault and go over my Christmases  Past.

I hadn’t thought about saving those memories in any form until I realized I had some really cool stories and traditions that would be fun to recall- no necessarily repeat. But they were bitter and sweet and most important of all- funny.

That’s why I chose this Writing Challenge, it seemed like the best way to organize and share that.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

My dog Hamish started out being a pet, a companion,  someone to take walks with and talk to when reaching out into the world and socializing was the farthest thing from my mind.

But I had a rough year before he came along and I was shutting down.

I had a pretty low opinion of myself when I brought him home at 10 weeks old and in small ways he changed that.

One day Hamish was walking around the house with a blanket over his head and when  I took it off he was wagging his tail like crazy, so I put it back over his head and he insisted on going for his walk like that.

We were only walking half a block or two in those days because he was just a puppy but it was far enough for my neighbors to see him.

And if they were outside, most of them wanted to pet Hamish or talk to him because they said:

” That is the happiest dog I have ever met in my life. ”

It dawned on me- I was depressed, I was a wreck I was sullen and withdrawn and somehow I had done something right and raised a happy dog that knew how to have fun and liked meeting people.

I did that for Hamish and Hamish is the reason I found out I was an okay human being after all.


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So what am I going to do differently?

I’m going to read ghost stories by lamplight with a nice cup of tea.

I’m going to create art- either through baking and cooking or even through drawing. I’ve never been good at creating visual art but who knows maybe this time I’ll learn to be good at it.

I’m going to do one of these things every night through December.

I want to feel the chill and walk in the fog that sometimes happens in December around the Puget Sound.

I don’t want to just walk through the Christmas Season and follow a script where I know the lines and there are no surprises.

I want to live it.


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Made In Australia Advent Calendar: Breaking Traditions