‘Tis the season for drunken friends and relatives and the giving of gifts. For most people. My Christmas Eve this year is a time for me to reflect on the year and my ghosts of Christmas Past. So, In good spirit I shall share my favorite dear Christmas memories that are close to my spooky heart. It’s an odd Christmas indeed for me as it’s 70 degrees outside and no sign of snow. I live in New York state… never in my life have I had a Christmas that didn’t require a woodstove. It’s like going on a vacation with out the expense.
- When I was three years old, I told my parents I already had toys and I didn’t want a strange man in my house to deliver the toys. I had enough and he should keep out of my house and not eat my cookies.
- When my Pop Pop (RIP 1927-2005) was alive he would always help me snitch Christmas cookies from Mom mom’s Christmas cookie batches. We had a good time and he taught me swear words in German.
- One year my parents bought my younger brother and I a bunch of gifts but hid them beneath the couch. So beneath the tree “Santa” only delivered one present for each of us. I got macaroni and cheese and my brother got peanut butter cereal. We were the two happiest kids in the world that my parents were shocked we didn’t bother looking for the other gifts until they pointed out that there was a note on the tree from “Santa” to go on a scavenger hunt. That was the best macaroni and cheese ever.
- The Christmas I had with my first real boyfriend will always be a pleasant memory. I drove down in the ice and snow to go pick him up three hours away from me and bring him to my house. His first night with me he got stuck with the whole CLAN of my family and all their drinking antics. Thank you for the memory dude! I laughed my ass off the whole time.
I wish all my creeps a Spooky holiday. Whatever holiday you may celebrate.
Good Evening my devils and ghouls!
Welcome to my holiday post. I hope you are all well and fantastic. I’m hoping to get a new lining for my coffin this holiday season. ‘Tis the season for people to act like spoiled brats and be greedy little
bastards people! What a wonderful world we live in? I have seen a lot during my part-time job in retail. The way people threaten associates and even managers, put their hands on associates over coupons… it’s completely ridiculous.
Anyway, no ranting today! Today we will talk about Santa Conquers the Martians!
Santa Conquers the Martians is a B-Movie from 1964. I gotta say, it’s one of the funniest films I have in my library. The martians kidnap good ol’ saint nick so he could bring xmas joy to them. The reason why? because their martian children are obsessed with television from Earth. So they kidnap Santa and he goes on an adventure.
I highly recommend this to anyone who needs a bit of goofy von toofy sort of film. Whatever that means… I don’t know.. it’s been a long and dreadful day… anyway, we follow Santa to his toy shop in Mars and watch these men in suits.. I mean Martians, get into horrible squabbles and bring you some joy at it’s idiocy!
One of the greatest films in my collection~
Hope all is well!
It’s near that time of year where even the darkest hearts feel a little warm and fuzzy and all that hallmark crap. I suppose this year is different for me because I have someone I care a great deal about and all I’d really want is to be with him this holiday. We already missed Moronically stuff yourself until your ill day (Thanksgiving) together. Which was sad within itself.
I would love to just lay in a dark room lit by halloween lights and cuddle watching horror flicks for Christmas with my sir. I’m not one to celebrate Christmas at all but for him I suppose I’d make it a special day with our cheesy 80s horror flicks and Halloween themed gruesomeness.
What would be your dream holiday?
Hello my creeps.
I will admit i’m a bit of a grinch and although i cringe at the thought of discussing christmas before thanksgiving – I will anyway because I can. I’m thinking of doing the 12 days of anti-holiday this season. Only because when people put on that fake sense of merriment just because some dude is gonna supposedly bust in your house to spoil your little children – make me kinda wanna go bonkers.