On Christmas Eve

 

Inspired by The Holidailies Prompt: What is your favorite holiday tradition, and why?

Back when “Cable TV ” first came in I fell into my – I guess you could call it tradition- of finding and watching different adaptations of Charles Dickens ” A Christmas Carol ”

Cable TV in those days was filling up content as fast as they could so they aired a lot obscure programs and caught in that net were and endless and interesting supply of  ” A Christmas Carol” pulled from PBS stations, I think live recordings of plays and TV broadcasts from the dawn of TV programming.

Now days all I have to do is punch in ” Christmas Carol ” on my remote and my smart TV gives me a list to work from. In the old days I actually had to read and highlight tv program guides .

This year courtesy of my remote,  I found three versions that I was really happy to find.

This version of A Christmas Carol staring Vincent Fegan was interesting to me because it featured a lot of daylight and natural light in the camera work as opposed to traditional  shadows and darkness that I’ve seen in most of the versions of A Christmas Carol.

In addition there wasn’t a soaring soundtrack to add ( or distract ) from what was going on with the story itself. So it was just you and Scrooge and his ghosts.

Most of all I also loved the use of of space- the rooms were all but empty except for some furniture. I had the impression that the people whose story I was watching were long gone. It drove home the point that this was a ghost story. That was creepy so of course I loved it.

I mentioned the use of light earlier- it was bright but the brightness didn’t bring a sense of warmth. It was quite the opposite. It brought bone chilling cold .

I think I saw this version from the  1930’s for the first with my Aunt on late night TV pre-cable. She  loved old black and white films and we watched this one because were up late playing board games and when it came on we kicked back and watched it.

This version stars Sir Seymour Hicks and it’s considered the first and the best version of A Christmas Carol.

You don’t really see some of the ghosts ( and Marley’s ghost explains why after he first appears ) so it’s on Seymour Hicks hook you into feeling the ghosts because you can’t see them.  He was successful at convincing you that the visions were bringing him pain and horror  that and that’s probably why it still gets kudos.

Even though my favorite  version  of a Christmas Carol is the one starring Alistar Sim, I have to say this version is actually a little scarier because Seymour Hicks looks kind of demonic in the beginning. Come to think about it, he still looks demonic in the end, but his hair isn’t as messed up and he’s not slouching like a starving dog about to pounce on a bone so there is that.

I was about 8 when I saw this version for the first time and to be honest, I wasn’t sure this Scrooge was going to stay a nice guy.  I suppose it’s because he really scared me at the beginning.

He still does, bless his heart.

I almost didn”t watch this because the promo was yippy, skippy and hap hap happy. It put me off right away.

However, I’m glad I did give it a chance because this story about how Dickens created a Christmas Carol was FABULOUS.

First off, it didn’t gloss over the fact that Dickens was a tool to his wife, his parents and if you watch the scenes with his children he keeps them at arms length. He had his demons to deal with and he wasn’t always succesful in those fights and he knows it.

I don’t want to go into the weeds and do a review so I’ll just tell you about the parts I really loved in this movie.

I enjoyed the parts were  Dickens interacted with the characters he was creating and they were giving him all sorts of grief and Hell. Dickens argues with them and he belittles them and at one point they go on strike and Scrooge fights him for more lines.

I also love the part where Dickens names Scrooge because that’s the process I actually go through myself so it was nifty to see it on screen.

Most writers can look at stories they’ve written and somewhere in them we see ourselves in a character. Sometimes the character is a minor one, sometimes that character is the lead but we are in there.

I am mentioning this because in my favorite scene  Dickens is about to bury Scrooge in his grave because the story is going nowhere, Scrooge won’t say or do what Dickens wants. Dickens is about to- in modern terms-  hit the delete key when just in the nick of time Scrooge convinces Dickens he  deserves a chance to live, that he doesn’t want to end up in a black hole when he knows he has this great story to share and this great life to live and  the ending for the story snaps together- just like that.

So there is my Christmas tradition- it’s the one I enjoy the most and it’s the only one I actually look forward to every single year and what I’ve shared here are this years finds. Watching these three films  was a great way to spend  a few days up to Christmas. Maybe you’ll give them a chance too.

Perfect

Victorian era illustration of small group singing Christmas carols at night outside windows of home.
Time/Life Photo Collection

What makes a perfect Christmas?

Is it sparkling white snow falling from the the sky

on Christmas Eve?

Is it that tree that didn’t look like much in the lot

and it got a little mushed on the car ride home, but miracles of miracles

when you got it set up and decorated and lit up it turned out to be the best tree anyone

has ever seen?

Is it a tasty meal? Warm drinks and spicy cookies served on festive

platters?

Does the perfect Christmas moment happen when you feel that wrapped package in your hand and

you just KNEW your Christmas wish was granted

or when there is a knock on the door and when you open it and look out your heart bursts with happiness at the

sight of the person ( Or dog, I love dogs ) standing there?

When I was growing up my family loved to tell stories, so I never believed in Santa. I

understood he was a story. But a lot of my friends believed in Santa.

They believed reindeer could fly and that Santa if you mailed a letter to Santa he would

read it and if you had been good you might get some of the things from your letter.

I also remember being told to not spoil it for the believers and of course I never did.

Santa was a story, a great story and in a Universe of story characters he seemed like a

good egg so I enjoyed being a part of the Santa experience- even if I wasn’t a believer.

When I look at my list here and I ask myself what makes a  a perfect Christmas- I ask myself,  is it the

snow, the food, the tree, the presents, is it Santa?

I think my answer is obvious- stories are what makes a perfect Christmas.

When we  share them, when we tell them when we sit back and invent them we are

never closer

and happier then we are in those moments.

That is what makes a perfect Christmas for me.

In close I’d like to tell you a little story about a game that I’ve played and it’s an old one.

It’s  called Snapdragon. This isn’t the card game that some of you may be familiar with.

Snapdragon was game Victorians played around Christmas. Raisins would be put in a

shallow bowl filled with brandy, and the brandy would be lit on fire. Then players had to

extract the raisins without burning their hands and then eat the brandy-soaked raisins

on fire.

Like I said, my family didn’t bring me into the Santa Claus believers club- but they did

offer up other things and in the end I think it was a pretty great trade-off.

anita

Inspired by the Prompt: What Makes a Perfect Christmas

My Christmas Wish List

Inspired By The Holidailies Prompt: That gift you always wanted (and did you get it?)

Photo A.M. Moscoso

 

The Fiji Mermaid

was just a hoax, she wasn’t real so quit asking for her

for Christmas, your birthday and for Halloween my Mom used to tell me

when those times of the year rolled around and the question of gifts was called.

 

But I wanted that little Mermaid and I was so convinced that

she was real that I had a place set aside in my room near the window  for the day  that

somebody  in my family would finally see sense and give me the Princess of The Seas

for either Christmas, my birthday or Halloween.

 

One day, tired of my foolishness,  my  Dad told me  the Fiji Mermaid was part monkey,

part fish she wasn’t real she was just a bunch of dead animal parts stitched together

she was just a prop, as a joke to take money off of gullible people like me, my Dad said with disgust.

 

But one day I read that the Circus that held a Fiji Mermaid captive

and I was convinced she was a captive

and probably did not give her the respect that a Princess of The Seas deserved

burned to the ground in 1865.

 

At the same exact time, in another part of the world

there was another Fiji Mermaid held captive under glass

near the Sea, I think it was a museum but I’m not sure.

Wouldn’t you know it? That museum burned down too.

 

After I learned the stories about the Fiji Mermaids

and how they escaped from their cages

and left a forest of flames behind them, from that point forward

I no longer asked for or wanted a Fiji Mermaid.

Since then I’ve asked for two Fiji Mermaids

 

I’ve been asking for them since I was a child

for Christmas, my birthday or Halloween

there is  a place for them near a window in my home , a place of honor

set aside specially for a Princess and a Queen who really like fire

and hate being pushed around and made a mockery of

just

like

me.

The Devil You Know

Inspired By: Ghostly Prompts For The Christmas Season

One Christmas, well it was actually on Christmas Eve, my family’s turkey dinner almost went cold because my Great Aunt ,Patience MacDowell, was late for dinner.

In the mid 1970,there were no cellphones, emails and texts did not exist and on top of it all everything shut down on Christmas Eve by late afternoon. So if you had car problems you were in trouble and if you weren’t near a phone that was attached to a wall,  there was no way for anyone to know where you were or if anything had happened to you.

That’s what happened to Aunt Patience. Her car died less then a mile away from my Aunt’s  Penny’s House and just as my Grandpa, who had somehow been elected to go out and look for Aunt Patience  because she not answering her phone-  was about to head out into the dark and snowy night when the doorbell chimed.

” Thank God. ” my Grandma tossed back the  last of her sherry. She had been sitting near the huge picture window that ran the length of the living room. You could see the Puget Sound from that window, but at this time of the year all you could see was inky blackness.

I’m pretty sure Grandma wasn’t thanking God that the person ringing the door bell was Aunt Patience and not a Policeman with ‘bad news’ and that Aunt Patience had made it through a snow storm to Aunt Penny’s house  safe and sound. There were at least two dozen of us at my Aunt’s Christmas Eve party that night and when that bell rang we treated it like a dinner bell. We enthusiastically made our way from the living room where we had been nibbling on  cookies and nuts.  We were hungry for turkey and warm food with a crunch.

Despite the fact that we were starving,  we remembered to tell Aunt Penny  how lovely the table looked as we entered her dining room and how good everything smelled before we dove into our seats.

Good manners mattered to us- most of the time.

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I took my place at the end of the table where the kids sat and Aunt Patience said to my cousin Percy as they passed by me,  ” Car trouble. I suppose you could say that. I wasn’t even a half mile away and it just died. I had to walk the rest of the way. WALK. ” she said loud enough to drown out the conversations going on around the table.

I think some of the adults told her how glad they were sure made it in time to be able to warm up with the help of a wonderful meal and Aunt Patience agreed- but I was sitting down the table from her and when she saw me looking at her I saw her fingers were crossed.

We ate our dinner and then we finished our deserts and as we made our way to the living room to snack on the remains of the cookies and nuts and drink that we had worked on as we were waiting for Aunt Patience I heard Aunt Patience say, ” It was a long cold walk did I mention that? ”

” Only about a million times. ” one of my Uncles said loud enough for everyone to hear but not quite loud enough to be considered combative.

” I think I forgot to mention I had company on my very cold and dark walk. ”

” Who? ” I asked.

Aunt Patience stopped and turned towards me.

” You mean what.

I looked into my Aunt’s face. She nodded just a little and I took a sharp little breath.

It was story time- and it wasn’t going to be one of those stories that my Aunts and Uncles made up for fun  because creeping people out who were so  stuffed with rich food that they were bound to have nightmares all night long  was their idea of fun.

This was a true story  and those stories are the best kind.

Everyone behind us heard what she said and so did everyone behind us. I pushed passed Aunt Patience to the living room. I got a seat next to the fire place and I waited for her to take her place on the couch next to the little table where the bourbon balls and wine were waiting for the adults.

Even though I hurried I was still the last person to take my seat.

By the time we were all comfortable the fire place in the living room was filled with red and orange light, the logs inside of it crackled and popped. My Uncle Lionel pulled the drapes closed to keep the cold out and my Mom turned off the bright lamps. Three of my little cousins and my brother and sister encouraged my Aunt Penny’s Saint Bernard Nicky to a place near the fire place and after he laid down they sat on the floor next to him and then they stretched out along side of him and used his giant body as a pillow.

I hated being 12 right then. I’d have given anything to have stretched out on the floor with that giant dog, but I was at this time a ‘young lady’ and young ladies in our family didn’t hang onto giant dogs when someone told a spooky story.

Aunt Patience took a little plate from the side table. She put a few candies on it and then she took her seat.

She eyeballed the room and when she saw that she had our undivided attention she began with-

“I was almost here when the snow stopped flying and wouldn’t you know it? My car shut down. It hadn’t made as much as one odd sound before it gave up the ghost.. I was gliding down the street like one of those ice skaters on those horrible glittery Christmas cards when. Poof. I just stopped right there and I guess you know where I stopped- because where else would my car stop on an unlit street piled high with snow? Where else would I end up but right in front of the Bellman’s House?”

” The Hell you say. ” my Dad said from his place on the loveseat where he was sitting with my Mom.

” I didn’t, ” Aunt Patience said ” but yes. The Hell it was.”

“Forty years ago on Christmas Eve, sometime after the Bellman’s all went to bed we all heard that they all died in their sleep. The next morning when Grandma Bellman and her sister Florence showed up to help her daughter in law Twila with the days cooking and to help keep an eye on the kids ( there were six of them, four boys and two girls ) the Bellman’s were gone.

“There  was a gas leak and they all died in there sleep with their Christmas tree all lit up and all their presents under the tree and their stockings stuffed with fruit and candy and little presents hanging from the mantlepiece. It was a sad sight unless you count- wait  Penny, your friend Francie lived next door, she saw them take the bodies out didn’t she? ”

Aunt Penny nodded. ” She had nightmares about that until the day she died. ”

Aunt Patience went on. ” But do you know what Mrs Campbell told Penny’s friend? She said she saw the dog and cat- Billy and Wiley sitting at the end of the driveway. She said that when the last of the Bellmans were removed from the house Bell and Wiley walked off in the opposite direction and nobody ever saw them again.”

” Well. ” Aunt Patience said. ” I saw them last night when I walked by the Bellman’s house. They were sitting there at the end of the driveway covered with a little snow and I was going to stop and see if I could check the dog’s collar and see if  the dog that looked exactly like  hadBilly’s name engraved on the tag and if  the cat that I thought looked like Wiley was wearing those little bells that Florence made her wear to scare away the birds when I  felt someone walk up behind me.”

I popped  the cookie I had been holding up to my mouth and I  started to chew it. Slowly.

” It was a tall man, he had a dark black beard and he was wearing one of those old fashioned top hats. There was a red ribbon tied above the brim that was holding a little bunch of Santalales studded with bone white berries just above his ear. He smiled one of those big toothy smiles that people who think a lot of their looks flash.  Now as a rule I don’t trust people who smile at you in front of a house where a bunch of people died under questionable circumstances and their pets show up forty years later looking the way any normal cat and dog would be looking.”

” So I nodded as he came up to my side and I started to walk and before I knew it he was walking right next to me. Of course I had to keep my eye on him at this point. My Mother didn’t raise a fool. He was looking straight ahead. ”

The snow, as you know was brittle- it was getting colder and colder and after a little ways he says to me, ” Was that your car back there? ”

The snow was crunching and groaning underfoot and I said, ” No. ”

” Then I slid a little, ” Aunt Patience said in wide eyed surprise.

” Like it or not you were distracted, ” Uncle Percy said. ” You’re as sure footed as a goat, we all know that. ”

Aunt Patience fluffed the row of fluffy curly bangs that hung against her forehead. ” Well. Yes. That’s true.

It was true. That’s why no one seemed to worry much about Aunt Patience struggling through the snow. We were hungry. That’s why Grandpa went to find her.

” Anyway, I dropped my scarf. The nice silk one that Lyall gave last Christmas. ”

She better have picked it up. I babysat an army of bratty kids to afford that scarf. Plus, I had even made her a very nice card to go with it. It was a cross stitch card and I had even sewn little seed pearls around the edges.

” When I turned back and looked down do you know what I saw?”

No one did.

” I saw a tracks in the snow. Little tiny footprints that stopped just behind us. They were hoof prints and they were filled with ice and just a little steam. ”

I reached for another cookie.

” Well. That’s all I really saw. Those tracks  stopped just behind us. Then heard a car and Freddie pulled up.  The man in the top hat winked at me and he walked away from us and I heard rustling in the bushes and then I heard the tinkling of little bells and figured Billy and Wiley were following him.”

My little cousins and my brother and sister started with the questions the minute Aunt Patience picked up her little glass of sherry.

” Who was he? What was he? Why were the Bellman’s pets with him? Why was he wearing mistletoe in his hat? ”

When they were done I asked her, because the question for reasons of it’s own had stuck in my head and whirled around and around like a yo-yo dancing at the end of it’s string: ” Did he really not leave any tracks in the snow? ”

Aunt Patience crossed her ankles and her tiny black hooves clicked together. ” Not a single one. ”

Photo A.M. Moscoso