Welcoming Christmas carollers the Addams family way.
The Christmas ghost story was a holiday tradition in the magazines and papers of the 19th century. Dickens popularized it; hacks hackneyed it; M.R. James brought it to the pitch of paranormal perfection. But by the time of this humorous piece, every possible change had been rung on the Christmas ghost story clichés.
Angels we have seen on high–and in the church, and in the bedroom. Seraphic sightings
Christmastide is a season full of superstitions, including the notion that it was a magical time when the bells of long-lost villages and submerged churches could be heard.
The holidays (or perhaps more accurately, holiday films) are a time for heartwarming depictions of helpful angels: Clarence, the Angel Second Class of It’s a Wonderful Life and Cary Grant’s debonair Dudley of The Bishop’s Wife spring to mind. Here are stories of three angelic visitations, two of dubious helpfulness.
It is said, in traditions ranging from the Mediterranean to Scandinavia, that animals are magically able to speak at midnight on Christmas Eve. You might look for innocent barnyard chatter about a Baby in a manger or a bright new Star in the East. And yet, in many parts of Europe, you would put your head under the covers for fear of what sinister things you might hear.
Was the wailing ghost of Mary, Queen of Scots, heard at the Tower of London on Christmas Eve, 1900, an omen of death for the Royal family?
Stories of two phantom (?) Black Dogs, one from Ohio and one from Minnesota, for your traditional Christmas ghost story reading pleasure.
The first of a series of posts on Christmas ghosts, mysteries, and oddities as well as ghost stories to tell around your holiday hearth. Here is a case of Jack Frost Nipping at Your Nose, with a vengeance.
Since today is St. Nicholas’s Day and I do not wish to dwell on his companion, Krampus, let us look ahead to Christmas and some historic cribs of the Infant Jesus.