Well, we’re tip-toeing into the holidays, aren’t we? Some with more trepidation than others. I’ve been kind of waffley in my holiday spirit over the last few years. Mildly interested at best; border-line hostile at the worst. I’m kind of feeling it this year. I’m actually pretty optimistic for getting my holly jollies this year.
Luckily for me, I can load up on the holiday fare at my volunteer gig at the Performing Arts Center. Nice, right? I jumped on The Nutcracker and The Grinch. And I’m eyeballing a couple of Christmas music shows, if I can work them into my greedy little schedule. I was somewhat less eager to sign up for A Christmas Carol. Let’s just say, it’s not my favorite.
Honestly, I kind of side with Scrooge in the beginning. Is there anything more annoying than cheery relatives trying to force joy down your throat when you’re just not in the mood? The bastards. And so he’s frugal? What of it? Did we learn nothing from the last spend-happy decade? Bet Scrooge doesn’t have a balloon mortgage or credit card debt. And really, Cratchit? You’re a clerk. You make jack for a salary. What’s with the 20 kids? Are you gunning for a TLC show? I realize you like the missus. But give it a rest, freakshow. Or . . . I’ve seen Victorian porn. Marital relations that would not produce offspring were not a mystery, even in the time of Dickens. In a variety of ways. Surely one of those would have offered some appeal, without creating more mouths to feed. Scrooge is a jerkwad. But not an incorrect jerkwad.
But nope. After an extended torture campaign of harassment and hallucinations that I’m pretty sure would be a human rights violation under the Geneva Convention, Ol’ Neezy caves. He drinks the egg nog flavored Kool-Aid and surrenders to the tyranny of the seasonal oligarchy. Disappointing really.
But then they posted a show on the day after Thanksgiving, and I decided why not? This girl don’t shop on Black Friday. And maybe my incipient holiday mood will be bright enough that even I will enjoy it. Or maybe in this production Scrooge will call the TAPS Team to scare off those pushy ghosts, kick the crutch out from under Tiny Tim and buy a time share in Boca for the holidays. A girl can dream.
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For me the best parts of a christmas carol are the ghosts. What other xmas tales are so macabre and dark? I mean his dead partner marley alone is enough to scare me straight and running to send off all my holiday cards.
I was way scared of the present tense Christmas when I was a kid. He was like the big-scary uncle with a beard and a loud voice.
But as an adult, I start getting annoyed when that overly-happy nephew comes in and starts trying to forcibly jolly-up poor Scrooge. I'm just thinking "Disinherit the little blighter! Cut is holly jolly ass right out of the will!"
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