Rushing to the window, he opened it, and put out his head. No fog, no mist; clear, bright, jovial. Stirring, cold; cold piping for the blood to dance to; Golden sunlight; Heavenly sky; sweet fresh air, merry bells. Oh, glorious. Glorious! “What’s to-day?” cried Scrooge, calling downward to a boy in Sunday clothes,Continue reading “Screen Scrooges: The Boy”
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Dutch Courage
We are ALMOST a week into the New Year, and like the rest of us who swore off procrastination last year, some of you have not gotten around to making your resolutions yet. I know I offered you a great deal of selfless and unselfish advice (it’s easy to be unselfish if you’re givingContinue reading “Dutch Courage”
2024 Self-Improvement (Yours)
One of the services any good blogger should be ready to perform for readers is help out with New Year’s Resolutions. This might seem a little late to some of you, but the people who get their Christmas shopping done by Halloween are not exactly my core audience. And, anyway, by this timeContinue reading “2024 Self-Improvement (Yours)”
Screen Scrooges: Oh, Glorious! Glorious!
STAVE FIVE: The End Of It Yes! And the bedpost was his own. The bed was his own, the room was his own. Best and happiest of all, the time before him was his own, to make amends in! “I shall live in the Past, the Present, and the Future!” Scrooge repeated, asContinue reading “Screen Scrooges: Oh, Glorious! Glorious!”
The Gobble-Uns Who Getcha
Every culture on the Earth, it seems, has a demonic creature designed to punish, terrify, or simply eat disobedient children. Sometimes demons, sometimes cranky witches, children are informed, will carry them away or sometimes just give them a solid thrashing. And no holiday draws them out, at least in Europe, like Christmas. Pere FouettardContinue reading “The Gobble-Uns Who Getcha”
Carol of the Yells II
Once upon a time, the story goes, a Methodist preacher was on a voyage when a horrible storm sprang up. The crew of the ship was doing its best to keep the vessel from coming to grief in the high winds, and several able-bodied passengers, including the preacher, had come on deck to helpContinue reading “Carol of the Yells II”
Screen Scrooges: The Stone
“Spirit,” said Scrooge, “Something informs me that our moment of parting is at hand. I know it, but I know not how. Tell me what man that was we saw lying dead?” The Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come conveyed him, as before—though at a different time, he thought; indeed, there seemed noContinue reading “Screen Scrooges: The Stone”
Santa Blogs XL
Dear Santa Blob: How do you do it, you Polar Punk. Last year I was sure my uncle, at least, had realized I was too old for the books about cute bunnies and duckies my mother buys me (secondhand, when she can find a good Book Fair, thanks to you, you red-coated rat) andContinue reading “Santa Blogs XL”
Santa Blogs XXXIX
Dear Santa Blogs: I took your advice last year, and sent my niece a number of highly collectible postcards featuring cheerful Santa Clauses. I received, the following Groundhog’s Day, a quite charming thank you email, saying she appreciated the thought, and would of course treasure these valuable artifacts, but that she was getting aContinue reading “Santa Blogs XXXIX”
Screen Scrooges: Bob In Mourning
She hurried out to meet him, and little Bob in his comforter—he had need of it, poor fellow—came in. His tea was ready for him on the hob, and they all tried who should help him to it most. Then the two young Cratchits sat upon his knees and laid, each child a littleContinue reading “Screen Scrooges: Bob In Mourning”
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