‘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.
Devils & Ghouls,
I hope you had a marvelous New Year and may 2014 bring you nothing but positive energy. I for one, was excited to say goodbye to 2013. I will admit however, this was one of the saddest New Years I’ve ever had. I think it’s because that the reality of the world is setting in around me. My grandfather has been gone for quite a while, my grandma sounding so fragile on the phone… I was definitely visited by ghosts of the pasts and wonderful times as a kid that I didn’t really get to cherish when I was little due to the lack of understanding. There I sat, listening to tunes that we used to blare during New Years Eve having flashbacks. The first time I’ve ever done this. I laughed and cried, sat back and remembered. Last night, I wasn’t just reflecting on my 2013 — But all the years I’ve had so far. Some were good and some were bad — But I wouldn’t change a thing.
Happy New Year! From Mercy, Will, Harold, and Baby Karloff (the new kitten)
While others are going about their merry way this time of year, I sit and ponder the days of yesteryear. I have not noticed how much different my world has become until this holiday season. So many people have gone – either due to death or their own personal reasons. Few have stayed, some were gained. The twists and turns of life that brought us all together. Should I sit here and live with regret? I look at the fine red wine before me. Sitting in my empty house. Looking around at the pictures on the wall. The frames hang poorly, slightly crooked on the wall. It’s funny what we take for granted. We don’t pay attention to anything anymore. We sacrifice too much soul up material items, we don’t sit back and really appreciate what was around us at one point in time. At least, not until it’s too late and nothing is left but a mere memory.
The echoing of voices and laughter from many years ago fill my mind. The music, the food, the smell of cookies. The tale of Saint Nick and the presents beneath the tree. The wonder and imagination each child has – should still remain in us as we grow older. Imagination and wonder doesn’t equal immaturity. It equals life. Depression in adults is at it’s high, and we allow it. A creative soul is seen as insanity. Yet a greedy soulless individual is seen as sanity. We are the reason we’re so pathetic. Allowing our minds to be altered. Not sitting back and enjoying the friends and family that are good to us. No, we spend too much time focusing on the negatives. Which equal deep thought, and deep thought makes a situation a hundred times worse than if we look at the facts.
As a kid, I despised Saint Nick. I didn’t want a strange man to be coming into my house to give me toys. I already had so many toys. I didn’t need anymore. Give them to the poor. Been generous when I was a child. In fact, a majority of my childhood I would play with toys and friends of the imaginary kind! I would be climbing up vast mountains! Writing tales of a young woman named Becky taking a train across America in search of a wanted criminal! Oh the joys of childhood were in my hands whether creepy Saint Nick snuck into my house or not! I kept that vision to this day! Writing tales and songs. Feeling music and inspiration from the universe around me. Oh, but no! You must grow up!
I refuse to grow up. I will always have that child in my heart. That child that would snitch Christmas Cookies with my grandfather at three in the morn. The child who was obsessed with the Grim Reaper on the 1938 version of ‘A Christmas Carol’. The child who yearns to be in the realm of music and imagination because that is where my soul belongs! The ticking of the clock interrupts my thoughts as I sit here. A cat meows from beneath the tree and I give out a smile. “You coming to bed?” My lover asks from a room down the hall. “In a minute.” I look out at the falling snow. Each snow flake a glimpse into Holiday Memories. “Thanks for the memories.” I say to myself, holding up the glass of wine. “Cheers, and happy new year.” I know the memories heard me. I know they appreciate the acknowledgment. I got up picking up the kitten and heading to the bedroom. Time to have sugar plums and fairies dancing in my head.
R.I.P. to those that are no longer with us on the holiday season.
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!
Here’s some of my favorite music to listen to during the holidays. Enjoy – Mercy Desdemona
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?
I never understood why we would celebrate turkey day. Or understand why freaks would go out on Black Friday and trample each other for things they already have and then complain about having nothing.
I also never understood my family. They are a crazy bunch with different ideals yet, are all headstrong. Some are more tolerant than others when it comes to different opinion, and some just want to strangle you for not believing what they do. But, hey it happens. I’ve been woken up by a debate about religion. Which, I don’t see why people debate that because if people have faith in one of course they are going to defend it. I can’t wait for stuff your face time.
I suppose I should write what I’m thankful for:
– My creepy and loving boyfriend for always being there and supporting my dreams & nightmares.
– My dad and my brother for being freaks and putting up with my insanity.
– The fact I’ve got a roof over my head, clothes on my back, and food waiting in the kitchen for me when millions of people in this world don’t have that luxury.
– For the lovely weather mother nature has bestowed on us on this November day.
– Chocolate Fudge Pie.
I suppose I gotta get out into the kitchen put my nice face on and deal with the banter of Jesus Vs Satan Vs Wiccan and then hopefully, if no blood is shed by the religious wackos of my family — Have a lovely meal.
Grumpy Gobble Turkey Day Internet world. Hope its a fantastic one.
– Mercy Desdemona.