Finally

For some, Christmas came on November 1st. It came on a cold Cleveland night, after a short rain delay.
All I ever wanted for Christmas ,
was to see the Cubs win the World Series.
Finally it happened.
No more waiting, for next year is here.
108 years of waiting is gone.
The curse has been reversed.
Goodbye to the Goat.
To Harry, Ronny, Ernie,
and to all those who never saw this day;
we did it. The Cubs actually did it.
Thank You, to a Kyle Schwarber hit, Almora’s tag up to second, a Rizzo walk, a Zobrist double and a Miggy Single, in the tenth. Thanks to Chap, closing it down, and to Bryant fielding a slow roller for the final out.
Thank You to the baseball gods above.
We can breathe
And,
it is about time.

Two Special Thank You’s:
To Michelle, who simply said, “You have to go.”
To Cat, for spending Game Five day with me.
I could not have had this dream come true without you both.
“Hey Chicago, what do you say, we won the world series today.”

Christmas Blog

A big part of why I enjoyed Christmas as a child, was the various traditions we had in our house.

I believe it is why I really began to write Christmas stories. I wanted to somehow keep those traditions alive and lasting by writing about them.

Three of my favorite traditions were these:

-Visiting Santa Claus every year inside Bullocks department store.

Bullocks ended their Santa Claus tradition when they sold the building to Marshalls who in turn sold it to Macy’s. Needless to say, no more Santa Claus there.  My mom, would take me, my sister and my best friend Alec to see Santa. There was always a line and we never got to spend as much time as we wanted in the toy department upstairs.  But we always enjoyed it.

I wrote a Christmas short called Ace and Me based on those Santa visiting days.

-Another huge tradition we had, was getting our Christmas tree at the Los Angeles train tracks. In the early 70’s this was a magical place. Trees were auctioned off. They came off box cars and seemed to be the freshest trees I can recall. The back of the VW would always be filled with Christmas trees as we drove home from the tracks. Of course, we had to get a tree for Grandma Anne and Grandpa Carl too.

They stopped the tree selling production in the early nineties’ and the “tracks” I don’t think are there anymore.

One of my favorite stories I wrote A Holiday Christmas Tree, came from such expeditions to the tracks. It was professionally illustrated by Greg Bisson, may he rest in peace.  And I hope to revisit this story for publication one day.

-There are so many more traditions that I had a child. But one that was always near to my heart was my mother making German butter cookies from my great grandmother’s recipes.   I loved those cookies, and she made them the best.  She doesn’t make them anymore.  I miss that and I could never write a story or poem about butter cookies that was comparable to the joy those cookies brought me.

 

102 days to Christmas

My Favorite Christmas Movies

It may be June, but if I had to turn on one Christmas movie and watch it, what would it be?

My Favorite Christmas Movies:

Scrooge
A musical yes! -And a pretty good one at that. I think Albert Finney may be the very best to play old Ebenezer Scrooge. This was a family favorite. I own it on DVD and VHS, thank you very much.
“I like life and life likes me.” Sometimes we all need to remind ourselves of that very fact.
Home for the Holidays:
I love quirky films with big casts portraying big quirky families. I don’t have a big family, so that may be part of the interest. It is a romantic comedy with a cancer twist. I cried. I laughed. I find myself watching it every season. I found it to be an excellent real life portrayal of a family transitioning through the holidays. I believed in the bonds that the cast created. A little over the top in some places, but the film is all heart.
The Santa Clause
I found the idea to be original, and one that I wish I had wrote. Some normal Dad dude gets to be the real Santa Claus. Awesome. I’m in. Tim Allen does a great job as Santa. Transformation scenes were funny and Tim Allen trying to cope with his new reality carried the film. But I go back to the idea of the film….it is a great Santa Claus movie.
A Christmas Story
I had to have it in there although it can be a bit much when watched over and over again on Christmas Day. Classic film. Filled with classic themes that transcend time “You’ll shoot your eye out, kid”. Did you know the house which was used in the movie, is located in Cleveland, Ohio? Yep, I was there. I don’t believe there is a better holiday, 1950’s bb gun movie.

Honorable Mentions:

While you Were Sleeping, Elf, and The Polar Express

25 Days of Bad Christmas Jokes

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#25DaysofBadChristmasJokes

  1. What’s red and green and flies?
    An airsick Santa Claus.
  2. What do you call an elf who sings?
    A wrapper
  3. What goes, “Ho, ho, ho” bonk?
    Santa Claus laughing his head off
  4. What do you get if you cross an iPad with a Christmas tree?
    A pineapple!
  5. Why doesn’t Santa Claus think of the past or the future?
    Because he like to live in the present!
  6. What did Adam say the day before Christmas?
    It’s Christmas, Eve!
  7. What do you call Santa Claus when he doesn’t move?
    Santa Pause!
  8. What do you get when you cross an archer with a gift-wrapper?
    Ribbon hood.
  9. What did the ghost say to Santa Claus?
    I’ll have a boo Christmas without you!
  10. If athletes get athletes foot, what do astronauts get
    Mistletoe!!
  11. What’s the difference between the Christmas alphabet and the ordinary alphabet?
    The Christmas alphabet has Noel!
  12. Why does everybody like Frosty the Snowman?
    Because he is so cool!
  13. How does Santa take pictures?
    With his North Pole-aroid!
  14. How much did Santa’s sleigh cost?
    Nothing it was on the house!!
  15. Why does Santa Claus go down the chimney on Christmas Eve?
    Because it soot’s him!
  16. What do you call people who are afraid of Santa Claus?
    Claustrophobic!!
  17. What is a snowman’s favorite lunch?
    An Iceberger!!
  18. Why did the Christmas tree go to the barber?
    It needed to be trimmed!
  19. What happened to the man who shoplifted a calendar at Christmas?
    He got 12 months!!
  20. What did the bald man say when he got a comb for Christmas?
    Thanks, I’ll never part with it
  21. What do you call an Eskimo cow?
    An Eskimoo!
  22. What would you call an elf who just has won Lotto?
    Welfy
  23. Why does Scrooge like Rudolph so much?
    Because every Buck is dear to him!
  24. What do you call a bankrupt Santa?
    Saint Nickel-less!
  25. What do you call an obnoxious reindeer?
    RUDEolf!

           

The Night before Christmas

As a writer of Christmas stories, I am in constant awe of the opening words to Clement Clarks Moore’s “The Visit,” (aka “The Night Before Christmas”).  “Twas the night before Christmas …” may be one of the best, if not the best, opening phrases in all of children’s story telling.

Published anonymously in 1823, this early American Santa Claus tale transformed the Christmas landscape. How we picture Santa Claus, how Santa drives his sleigh, eight reindeer, etc. all began here. In some ways, “The Night Before Christmas” is the epicenter of our American Christmas.

As a writer, many of the images I use and elaborate on originated with this tale. For me, there is no other opening phrase of any piece of literature I have ever read that has been more inspiring, more dreamlike, and impossible to match than, “Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.” The magic always happens the night before Christmas.

My favorite Christmas story is “A Christmas Carol” by the masterful and brilliant, legendary, Charles Dickens. Do you know what the first line of that story is? Answer: “Marley was dead: to begin with.”

The story was read to me when I was young. I had seen a zillion movie and TV versions. And yes, I do have my favorite versions, which I will share in another blog called, Holiday Movies. However, I didn’t truly absorb the full Dickens version until I read it in the winter of 2008, from my “chemo chair” at Illinois Masonic in Chicago. The subtle beauty and Dickens’ masterful character building resonated so much stronger from that chair.  I was going through a difficult and traumatic time in my life and while I read Dickens took me away from my tubes and the other patients in the room. Through masterful story telling he captured the heart of the Christmas spirit. It may very well be the greatest Christmas story ever written.

I wonder if when Mr. Dickens sat down to write “A Christmas Carol”, which was published in 1943, if he too had the opening line of “Twas the night before Christmas …” the back of his mind? After all, when did Ebenezer Scrooge get visited by three ghosts? Answer: the night before Christmas.

Favorite Local Bookstore

As an independent author and a family publishing company, I am looking forward to working with local bookstores.  Please let me know which bookstores are your favorites. The one you visit when you are looking for a new release or golden oldie. The one that is your go-to when you need a gift for someone special. We’ll work with them to carry Truckin’ Santa and future books and poems. IMAGE - Inside the Learned OwlOne of my favorites is The Learned Owl in Hudson OH.

My family and I live in the SoCal area.  We are pleased to offer an opportunity to organize a customized onsite event at a bookstore, school or library in the SoCal area. The event includes a reading of my newest poem and book, a book signing, and an art activity for attendees.  Each attendee will receive a complimentary copy of the poem, Gardening with Santa, as well as their original artwork.  Digital copies of the artwork will be created that can be used as unique holiday décor at your favorite bookstore, school or library. Online or showcased in their location!

Let us know your favorite bookstore .  Each responder will receive a complimentary copy of the poem, Gardening with Santa.  (Remember to include your name and address.)

I hope to see you at our next event!

Inspiration

Friends and family have often asked, “Where do you come up with the ideas for your Christmas stories?”

While the process is ever changing, a certain established routine has helped. Typically, I don’t start writing anything until mid to late November. Usually the weekend after Thanksgiving is when I fully clock in.  In my early days, once the needle on the record player touched down on Andy Williams, “The Christmas Album,” the taps on the typewriter followed suit. Christmas music still plays an intricate part of the Christmas writing process and Andy Williams Christmas music usually kicks off the writing season.

There are three ways I find something to write about:

1)      I get the idea from a picture, a piece of music, something I saw, heard or read about.

2)      I get the idea from a piece of my past.

3)      Out of thin air, the idea appears. A gift from Santa Claus himself.

Truckin’ Santa just came to me out of thin air. I asked myself, “What would happen if Santa had to make an emergency landing on Christmas Eve? How would Christmas happen?” From that idea the story magically unfolded before me.

In Gardening with Santa, I had been building and maintaining a rose garden. I asked myself as I dug holes in the dirt, “What would be in Santa’s garden?” From that gardening experience came a list of flowers and vegetables that I thought one might find a garden which magically grew out of snow.

As I write on one story or poem, other ideas may come and go. I write a few down and sadly, I forget many. If I like an idea, and cannot complete it, I will usually shelf it for the following year. In the last five years, I have started to do more writing after Christmas and before the New Year. These creations usually become the foundation for the following year’s group of stories and poems.

While, I must admit some stories and poems come easier than others, I really find joy in the process. I look forward every year to doing what I love to do.

 

You never pick the art, the art picks you

I have always believed you never pick the art, the art picks you. My father is an artist. His print-making and painting is amazing and always a powerful presence in our house and lives. I could never draw. I painted only on occasion, but I didn’t have the vision or technique to follow in his path.

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In the second grade, I wrote a short story called, “The Candy Lion.” It was about a lion that loved candy, but wasn’t allowed in a candy store because he was, after all, a lion. My second grade teacher, Ms. Brown, applauded me for the work. I guess I have been writing ever since.
My mother and I would create fun adventure books. We would glue images that we had cut from magazines and newspapers onto a piece of paper and I would begin to write the story tying all the images together. I loved those books. I believe I’ve lost them in the shuffle of life. Too bad.
When I was eight years old, I decided for I would write a Christmas story. I pulled out the old typewriter and pounded the keys. I wrote a story called “Street Corner Santa.” It was a story set in the 1950’s about a Santa who rang his bell on a street corner for good cheer on Christmas Eve. A neighborhood group of bullies scared the street-corner-Santa away. But in the end the bullies and the street-corner-Santa all came together to ring their bells on Christmas. It was a simple story, but most importantly it led to more. I followed up the next year with a series of stories and poems.

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Since that first story, I have written something every year for Christmas. It became my thing to do: write Christmas Stories. My father was the artist of the family and I became the writer.