| Author | Message | ||
     Carolinec (Carolinec) Username: Carolinec Registered: 06-2009 Posted From: 92.232.199.129 |
Well, Christmas is creeping up on me faster than I'd like it to - still got several cards to write, though thankfully got all the ones which needed to go in the post done (tell me, do any MEN here ever write Christmas cards? I can't get mine to do any!). Anyway, I thought it was about time someone started a "Merry Christmas" thread here, in case there are people who look in now and then don't come back to the RCMB until after Christmas. So, a very merry, peaceful and warm Christmas to each and every one of you on the RCMB.  | ||
| Johnny_mains (Johnny_mains) Username: Johnny_mains Registered: 04-2010 Posted From: 86.31.118.252 |
Bah Humbug :D | ||
| Carolinec (Carolinec) Username: Carolinec Registered: 06-2009 Posted From: 92.232.199.129 |
Yeah, I actually feel that way about it too, Johnny!  But, it's the thought that counts ... | ||
| John Llewellyn Probert (John_l_probert) Username: John_l_probert Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 213.253.174.81 |
Caroline - how many men do you have?  Our black Xmas tree is up with the Grim Reaper atop it, we're wondering what Addams Family type apparel we are going to garb ourselves in to scare my brother's children with, and our Festive Film season is well underway. Yes folks, this is the first Xmas I've truly been enjoying since I can remember & Lady P & I wish everyone on here the Merriest, Blackest, Most Deliciously Wicked Christmas imaginable! | ||
| Gary Fry (Gary_fry) Username: Gary_fry Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 86.29.225.41 |
Xmas cards are pernicious. They become, like any other cards, items of familial stealth and mind games. They cause far more anxiety than not receiving one ever could. They should be banned. Oh, and Merry Xmas. | ||
| Carolinec (Carolinec) Username: Carolinec Registered: 06-2009 Posted From: 92.232.199.129 |
>>Caroline - how many men do you have?<<  Only the one, John. One's quite enough. Especially one who tries to fix creaking floorboards prior to carpet laying, and manages to hammer a nail through a central heating pipe in this weather! I didn't really want a fountain in the bedroom! Grrrrr!!!  | ||
| John Llewellyn Probert (John_l_probert) Username: John_l_probert Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 213.253.174.81 |
I didn't really want a fountain in the bedroom! You're getting yourself into more and more trouble, you know | ||
| Stevie Walsh (Stephenw) Username: Stephenw Registered: 03-2009 Posted From: 194.32.31.1 |
I don't do Christmas cards, except handed to my immediate family with their pressies... it's just too much hassle. But then I am a bloke. | ||
| Carolinec (Carolinec) Username: Carolinec Registered: 06-2009 Posted From: 92.232.199.129 |
>>"I didn't really want a fountain in the bedroom!" You're getting yourself into more and more trouble, you know<<  Lord P - you are very, very wicked! | ||
| Des (Des) Username: Des Registered: 09-2010 Posted From: 86.171.167.169 |
Unchristmassy passages of the day: http://www.ligotti.net/showthread.php?t=4891 | ||
| Gary Fry (Gary_fry) Username: Gary_fry Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 86.29.225.41 |
But, Stevie, Xmas cards are surely intended to be given to folk you don't see regularly, as a stand-in for a hearty greeting. I've never understood giving cards to folk we see every day. What's the bleeding point? Argh!  | ||
| Joel (Joel) Username: Joel Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 217.37.199.45 |
Des – great stuff, especially the first tale. | ||
| Des (Des) Username: Des Registered: 09-2010 Posted From: 86.171.167.169 |
Thanks, Joel. Just written a new one: The Dog the Dinner Ate: http://nullimmortalis.wordpress.com/2010/12/21/the-dog-the-dinner-ate/ | ||
| Carolinec (Carolinec) Username: Carolinec Registered: 06-2009 Posted From: 92.232.199.129 |
Ooo, now this is a lovely Christmas present, Des - more nice bits of DFL! | ||
| Des (Des) Username: Des Registered: 09-2010 Posted From: 86.171.167.169 |
"Darkness is cheap, and Scrooge liked it." - A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens | ||
| Des (Des) Username: Des Registered: 09-2010 Posted From: 86.171.167.169 |
ELIZABETH BOWEN ON CHRISTMAS I did not know how I felt: I was in turmoil. Through the tight-closed window I sent a glance up the crowded face of our town. Then, all was well. Yes, above me still burned the sentinel candles! Steadily, tier on tier, gleamed those points of light; each flame on its coloured wax stem, a symbolic heart shape. Each stood for a home! It was still Christmas, going with me, encircling me. Nothing *was* left behind. Elizabeth Bowen – From ‘Candles In The Window’ 1958 ====================== Peals of bells being rung from an ancient steeple mingled with the throbbing inside her head; she was dazzled by the many lights of small shops – windows a-shimmer with tinsel, slung with paper chains, cast their reflections on to the damp pavements, till she felt herself lost in a mirror maze. Good-humoured townsfolk, gathering late to talk, formed an obstruction at every corner… Elizabeth Bowen – from ‘Christmas Games’ (1954?) ========================== Millie at once saw, from the light on their bedroom ceiling, that snow must have fallen during the night. As though someone had spoken, she woke from a deep, plausible dream to the unreality of this unknown spare room silently glared into by the snow. The satin pattern of the blue wallpaper glimmered, and the white door through to the dressingroom, the white mantlepiece seemed to carved out of something solidly bright. Elizabeth Bowen – from ‘Home for Christmas’ (mid 1950s) ===================== The ghost hesitated in the familiar corridor. Her visibleness, even on Christmas Eve, was not under her own control; and now she had fallen in love again her dependence upon it began to dissolve in patches. This was a concentration of every feeling of the woman prepared to sail downstairs en grande tenue. Flamboyance and agitation were both present. But between these, because of her years of death, there cut an extreme anxiety: it was not merely a matter of, how was she? but of, was she – tonight – at all? Death had left her to be her own mirror; for into no other was she able to see. Elizabeth Bowen – From ‘Green Holly’ 1944 | ||
| John Forth (John) Username: John Registered: 05-2008 Posted From: 82.24.1.217 |
Hah! Bumhug. | ||
| Carolinec (Carolinec) Username: Carolinec Registered: 06-2009 Posted From: 92.232.199.129 |
Well, there isn't much peace and goodwill in Morrisons supermarkets at the moment - I've just been the victim of trolley rage whilst doing my Christmas shop.  | ||
| Stu (Stu) Username: Stu Registered: 04-2008 Posted From: 82.18.206.53 |
Merry Christmas everyone. |