My Santa Story

When you come from a family full of story tellers, the chances that you ever believed in Santa were next to zero- but in the right setting, you knew he was a story you could enjoy.

I loved every Santa story I heard, I loved the pictures, and when my friends turned out to be believers, I didn’t enlighten them. I just let them enjoy their story.

On the other hand, I was pretty much enchanted by the idea of Krampus because he was sort of a secret story and I did have my little fingers crossed that THIS story just might be true.

My Great Aunt had a very old Krampus figure that she sat on her fireplace mantle piece. He was usually seated against the back wall, quietly reading the room. You didn’t exactly notice him right off the bat, but when you did see him it was like, ” hey now, what is that?”

My Grandpa Bert told me about Krampus, he said that Krampus snatched away the bad kids and when I asked what happened to them he  leaned forward and whispered in my ear, ” nobody knows. ”

So I was about five years old when I discovered that there was a story about a Christmas Monster and

I could not have been more thrilled.

Word of the Day Challenge: SANTA CLAUS

The Bubble Lights

I used to hate it when my Dad strung the lights on the Christmas tree because it took FOREVER and he wanted it done perfectly so we would sit in the living room with the ONE  box of ornaments we were allowed to hang and watch him put up the lights and I remember thinking,

” I hate Christmas tree lights. ”

That all changed the year my Dad bought a couple of boxes of ” bubble lights ” and I was enchanted.

They looked like something that a Mad Scientist  would hang on his tree so of course I asked if we could get MORE of these lights and my Dad was so happy that I wasn’t laying face down on the floor cursing Christmas Tree lights and the horse they rode in on that he actually did go out later and by some more.

I went on line to find a picture of vintage bubble lights and discovered they have an actual history that predates the time I first saw them by over 40 years.

My Great Grand Uncle had lost his wife and two of his three children in a house fire, so my Dad’s family were overly cautious when it came to most things electrical and in the case of older bubble lights they contained methylene chloride which is converted to carbon monoxide in the body, so I can see why they wouldn’t use them.

I mean, all regular light had to do was twitch and my Dad would toss the entire string.

Nowadays I use fancy LED lights and if you don’t think I still don’t touch the bulbs to make sure they’re not hot…you’d be wrong.

Sometimes though, I think it would be nice to string some bubble lights up for old times sake.

For RDP Monday: BULB

How Sweet It Was

I miss Holiday smells-  I miss the smell of a freshly cut Christmas Tree.

I miss the good smells that used to pour out of my kitchen after I had spent the afternoon baking or baking  cookies or making candy.

I miss the tangy scent of pressed logs burning in my fireplace.

I miss a lot of things about the Christmas Season, who knows.

Maybe one day I will go out and look for them- and if I’m lucky I’ll find them.

Word of the Day Challenge: Fragrance

Ho Ho Bwahahahahaaaaaaa

The Yule Cat and Krampus
AKA The Perfect Storm

I’m putting up my tree this weekend because I just FEEL like it.

I know it’s considered good form to wait until after Thanksgiving to decorate for Christmas, but come on, says who? People on Social Media? 

Besides. I got a new tree because my poor little tree has given up the ghost, so it’s on its way to becoming a Halloween tree for my backroom and I can’t wait to flesh out my new tree.

I’m just not sure what I’m feeling this year- we’ll see I suppose. But I’m learning to the Krampus Experience. 

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