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movies…

movies…

i am really not doing well on my movie watching this year. i’ll have to kick it up a notch.

  1. charlie brown
  2. the santa clause
  3. maybe a christmas story?
  4. the lion, the witch and the wardrobe
  5. it’s a wonderful life
  6. babe
  7. love actually
  8. home alone
  9. muppet christmas carol

of my previous list, i’ve watched babe, lion witch wardrobe, santa clause, and home alone. well, actually i’m not doing too badly. i also watched die hard, which has lived up to the hype of a good christmas movie.
but there’s a week to christmas! so i’d better get cracking to get my list done.

night divine

night divine

windowstonight i drove to zumbro falls, a small bucolic town, population 307, that’s about 35 miles from st. charles, to visit a coworker of mine who was participating in a craft sale. i left at 6:30, after the sun had made its early wintertime descent into the western sky. i drove northwardly cross country, hitching rides on county-road blacktop.
one thing i noticed immediately when we moved from austin to new london was the farms were far and few between in west-central minnesota, while farmhouses popped up all over the south end of the state, like mushrooms after a rainy day. after moving back, i was comforted by the plethora of farms, and as it turns out, christmastime is when they shine.
many of the farmhouses were strung with copious lights, the yards populated with reindeer, santas, snowmen, and candy canes. tonight was a little hazy, and the moon shone muted, yellow in the sky, just enough to bring a white sheen to the ground where the few inches of snow we got lay.
as my tires hummed over the asphalt, bringing me to farm after farm, i was suddenly struck with a homesickness for the drive between new london and the st. cloud area. after spending christmas with my family – food prep, o holy night, buffet, stockings, presents, bad movies – i would drive home on highway 23, then veer off on county road 2 in cold spring, and slide through garrison keillor’s lake woe-be-gone backyard. a couple miles before trundling under interstate 94, there was a home that had done its lights right: the massive tree in the front yard was strung in vertical white lights from top to bottom. you could see it coming a mile down the road, and i looked forward to seeing it every year.
i won’t be seeing my lake woe-be-gone tree anymore, and there are some definite wild cards to this christmas (like…will the new church choir sing “o holy night”?). but the basics will still be the same – family and fun and snow and cheer. i know i’ve said in the past that home really is where your family is – it’s not about the place or the atmosphere. but it sure is hard to remember that sometimes.

movie time!

movie time!

i’ve already started on my christmas movie watching.
1. rudolph – my mom and i watched it when it was on tv before thanksgiving. sacrilege, i know! but dang, it looks good remastered and on a decent tv! ready, santa!
2. national lampoon’s christmas – i actually watched this t-day night, i believe. i was waiting for old navy to start their bf sales, and popped this up on amazon streaming. i think i like it more each time i watch it.
3. elf – it was so early to watch this one! but i did anyway since my mom requested it and jane was in the area. i might have to watch it again closer to the date.
what else is on my list?

  1. charlie brown
  2. the santa clause
  3. maybe a christmas story?
  4. the lion, the witch and the wardrobe
  5. it’s a wonderful life
  6. babe
  7. love actually
  8. home alone
  9. muppet christmas carol

i’m sure i’m missing something. we’ll see as the day gets closer!

light the advent candle one

light the advent candle one

welcome december! this morning i got to open door one on my lindt advent calendar. unfortunately, the prize was a white chocolate ball covered in milk chocolate. boo!
i put up some christmas lights outside on my front door pole thing and hung a star with lights on it outside. also put up my LED branches with my fake poinsettia in a vase and put together the small tree i got for next to my front door.
i’ve decided to put up my tree next sunday. this is a weird year for figuring out when to put up my tree. if a weekend fell on the 12th, i wouldn’t have a problem. it was either next sunday or friday after that. since friday i’ll be prepping for cookie weekend, sunday it is. woo!
speaking of cookies, i want to make these macaron. they’re so pretty!
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more cookie posts to come, i’m sure.

the element of dark

the element of dark

tumblr_mhiyp0fzYr1qee12to1_1280my mom wonders why i have such a fascination with krampus. same thing with the spooky side of halloween.
first – krampus. i first learned of krampus from a classmate in my judeo-christian class at st. ben’s. on st. nicholas day, her parents would rattle the furnace, throw rocks at the windows, and generally do a bunch of spooky stuff. she had a little brother who was prime age for this, so she was looking forward to helping out this year. (she also had a tattoo of a teddy bear on the top of her thigh, which i found intriguing, but has nothing to do with the story.)
how can you appreciate the good if you don’t see the dark? it can’t be puppies and unicorn farts 24/7 – life’s not like that. if it were just santa claus, what’s the worst that happens to bad boys and girls? they get coal? no presents? big whoop – just like every other day of the year (and for people pre-electricity, coal was probably a good present!). by utilizing the dark, there is a worse outcome than just no presents – krampus will come and kidnap you away!
think of all the disney-fied fairy tales. now think of their origins. the originals were a lot more dark than what disney has perpetuated. those medieval peeps knew what they were doing. cinderella’s stepsisters, in the originals, got their eyes pecked out by birds afterward for being so evil. compare that to the disney version, where they just ended up not marrying the prince. sometimes being evil and mean has consequences! a dark element in a story gives the good in a story that much more meaning.
you have to wonder if we coddle ourselves too much these days.
 

santa: mugged again

santa: mugged again

i get these form http://writingprompts.tumblr.com/
i get these form http://writingprompts.tumblr.com/

once again, santa was a victim of inter-stellar mugging. this was the third time, and it was getting old. speaking of old, he was definitely getting too old for this.
just last night, christmas eve, he was out on his yearly journey, his eight tiny reindeer leaping through the skies toward their destinations. he was almost done – just a few of the aleutians left to drop down chimneys and leave goodies, then it was a quick right toward home. he could smell the hot chocolate laced with bailey’s already. he was dreaming of his comfy bed. his reindeer were dreaming of carrots and oats.
then, out of nowhere, they came for him. it was like they had a wormhole homed in specifically on him every christmas eve. suddenly santa and his sleigh were bathed in a bright blue-white light; the reindeer reared, the sleigh shuddered, and they were beamed aboard.
“not again,” santa muttered. he decided to just close his eyes and let them do their thing.
once in the hull of the ship (it was a huge ship – santa more than once wondered how on earth, with all the fancy detection systems the countries around the world had, that no one had detected it. he had checked the news each of the previous two times he’d been zapped, and nothing), the speedy little suckers swarmed around his sleigh. they were children, climbing all over his sleigh and nosing into his bag. whether or not they were actually children or just transformed to look like kids so he wouldn’t be freaked out, santa didn’t know. all he knew was that he couldn’t kick a kaboodle of kids outta his sleigh.
so he sighed and let them take over. they took his candy canes, his chocolate, the remaining presents, his stash of hot chocolate (sans bailey’s for the sleigh ride), the tinsel in the glove compartment, cookies and candies, the extra stockings, jingle bells – even his naughty list! (he was getting to the age where he forgot often and so needed a list).
then they pulled him from the sleigh, and he obliged. the first time he had protested, but learned that was a mistake when they knocked him out cold and he didn’t wake up for another week. his tummy was certainly grumbling for a sugar cookie by that point.
santa stumbled to the circle in the center of the hull under a bright light. his reindeer snuffled, whites of their eyes showing, and stomped their feet.
“it’s ok lads. i’ll see you soon.” each time his sleigh and reindeer had landed safely at home in the north pole, none worse for the wear except for being stripped of anything of value and a frantic ms. claus.
a murmur in a weird language unknown to santa (and he knew all the languages) went up among the group of alien children who had led him over to the circle, then he felt a familiar swooping sensation, and glimpsing one last look at the horde overtaking his sleigh, he was gone.
*****
his suit was getting a little warm, and why on earth was his comfy bed so unbearable this morning? his mittened hands went up to rub his sandy morning eyes, and they opened on a cityscape. and then it hit him.
mugged again.