Showing posts with label A Christmas Carol. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Christmas Carol. Show all posts

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Scary Christmas - the Tradition of Yuletide Ghost Stories

Posted by: Dani Harper, Author



Our interest in ghosts, ghouls, and goblins doesn't end when we put the Halloween decorations away. With the shortening of daylight hours, something primal in us awakens. It’s not only a time for reindeer and Santa and eggnog and mistletoe – it’s time for the supernatural!

Don’t believe me? Check out the lyrics to a 1960s Christmas song: “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year” … among the festivities mentioned are “scary ghost stories”!

To quote one of my friends, “Where the heck did THAT come from?”

Marley's Ghost visits Ebenezer Scrooge,
by Arthur Rackham, 1868, Public Domain
We’re all familiar with the classic “A Christmas Carol” by Charles Dickens, written in 1843. It tells of a bitter old man whose life is changed by the visitation of ghosts on Christmas Eve. But Dickens’ tale (just one of several seasonal ghost stories he penned) wasn’t at all unusual for the time. 

The Victorians were very fond of telling ghost stories around the fire during the holiday season  sensational and haunting tales of mystery, murder, and tragedy. Supernatural fiction in the form of periodicals, magazines, novels and “penny dreadfuls” sold well year-round but reached its marketing peak during the Yuletide season!

The popularity of spectral stories was no doubt helped along by the rise of spiritualism at the time, the belief that it was possible to communicate with the dead and receive messages from them. Christmas séances were very much in vogue!

Although dragging out the Ouija board for the holidays may sound strange to us, the Victorian preoccupation with ghosts is not that hard to understand if you consider the very short life span of the era (the average was somewhere between 37 and 41 years). So nearly everyone had someone “on the other side” that they wanted to talk to, especially during the holidays. Even Queen Victoria and Prince Albert met with a number of mediums, and actively participated in séances as early as 1848. 

A ghost in his winding sheet, 1901
illustration by J. Torrence, Public Domain
Ghost stories go hand in hand with Yuletide for another reason too. Since ancient times, the Winter Solstice (which falls around the 20 of December) has been associated with a thinning of the veil between worlds, as the death and rebirth of the sun occurs. Spirits are said to wander freely during this time. Later traditions invest Christmas Eve itself with a unique magic, allowing the departed a chance to settle their unfinished business with the living.

Whatever the original reasons might be, the telling of ghost stories at this festive time of the year is just plain fun, and in keeping with our all-too-human nature. We simply can’t help ourselves. 

Nineteenth-century humorist Jerome K. Jerome, in his book “Told After Supper”, addressed this mortal attribute: “Not only do the ghosts themselves always walk on Christmas Eve, but live people always sit and talk about them… Whenever five or six people meet round a fire on Christmas Eve, they start telling each other ghost stories. It is a genial festive season, and we love to muse upon graves, and dead bodies, and murders, and blood.”

Indeed we do.


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Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Decking the Halls

Posted by: Jane Kindred

As anyone knows who’s followed my December blog posts in past years, I am an unabashed fan of all things Christmas. I celebrate it as an atheist with pagan leanings, and I don’t see any contradiction in that at all.

My favorite thing about Christmas is the tree covered in sparkly lights in the middle of my living room. (And really, how much more pagan could you get?) Last year I bought my first artificial tree, with much reluctance. I love real trees, and fake ones always look, well, fake, but it was getting to be too much to drag home the tree and set it up, especially after my neck pain began last autumn. So I sucked it up and bought a tree that I could have on hand and put up year after year. The upside of this, besides not having to trudge out in the rain to pick out a tree and come back covered in pinesap (and dealing with slugs—slugs!—that were living in my tree well the last time I bought one), is that I can put up my tree whenever I want. And so I did. Last Saturday. All I have to say about that is that people are lucky I don’t put it up the day after Halloween. ;)

I used to make decorating the tree an all night affair as soon as I put it up, but this year I’m just doing a little each day, watching it transform from bare, to covered in lights (10 strings of them) to minimalist decorating with two sets of colored balls and some beaded garlands…to the eventual placement of over 200 ornaments, because, yeah, I’m that lady. (I also have cats. Just to help you paint the picture.)

To me, Christmas is the perfect accompaniment to writing fantasy, because it’s ultimately a lovely fantasy about overcoming all our baser instincts and promoting peace on Earth and goodwill toward those we’re sharing the world with. And we could really use some goodwill right about now. I wish that much could be more than a fantasy, but I don’t mind believing in magic for just a little while. There’s been so much darkness in the world this year, I feel the need to cling to the fantasy even more, so I’m hunkering down in my house and watching every Christmas movie ever made (even the really bad ones), baking cookies, and basking in the glow of the tree while we experience the miracle of an entire week of rain here in Northern California in the midst of one of the most severe droughts on record.

I’m also going to take some much needed time off to finish Idol of Glass, the book I didn’t quite manage to make any headway with during NaNoWriMo. And then I’m going to go see the local theatre company’s production of A Christmas Carol, as well as The Nutcracker—the first time for my adult son. He and I also have plans to see It’s A Wonderful Life on the big screen. And then, of course, there’s the Doctor Who Christmas special on Christmas Day.

Say, is that a TARDIS on that tree or is just happy to see me? ;)
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