Happy Holidays everyone! I will be mostly
off-line for the next week
so I'm leaving you with a post
from a few years ago! Jan
In my opinion (which you can take or leave) the best Christmas stories don’t include a visit from Jolly Saint Nick. They are stories you can read any time of year and enjoy.
Illustration by Lisbeth Zwerger. Extra credit if you can name the story!
Below are quotes from my favorite Christmas stories. See if you can match each quote to its author: Dylan Thomas, Truman Capote, James Joyce, Anton Chekhov, Arthur Conan Doyle, Hans Christian Anderson, Charles Dickens or O’Henry. (Hint: many of the quotes come from just one author or rather poet.)
1. Favorite intros:
a. “I have endeavoured in this Ghostly little book, to raise the Ghost of an Idea, which shall not put my readers out of humour with themselves, with each other, with the season, or with me. May it haunt their houses pleasantly, and no one wish to lay it. “
b. “Imagine a morning in late November. A coming of winter morning more than twenty years ago.”
Also by Lisbeth Zwerger and in the same book.
2. Favorite Metaphors:
a. “Bells the children heard, were inside them…”
b. “The postman with a rose on his button nose…”
c. “Mittens made for giant sloths…”
d. “Making ghosts with their breath…”
e. “Uncles breathing like dolphins…”
3. Lines/scenes I wish I’d written:
a. ‘”The goose, Mr. ####! The goose, sir!” he gasped.
“Eh? What of it, then? Has it returned to life and flapped off through the kitchen window?”
From bing images
b. “Oh my,” she exclaims, “it’s fruitcake weather!”
c. “What would you say if two hippos were coming down the street?”
4. This is the way I feel after last minute X-mas shopping:
“There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.”
4. Best Endings:
a. “It [the snow] was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”
b. “And what is in there?” he asked, pointing to a closed door.
Andrei drew himself up at attention, and answered in a loud voice: “The hot douche, your Excellency.”
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c. “That is why, walking across a school campus on this particular December morning, I keep searching the sky. As if I expected to see, rather like hearts, a lost pair of kites hurrying towards heaven.”
d. “Your loving Santa Claus Whom people sometimes call “The Man in the Moon””
5. Let the sobfest begin! “And the matches gave such a brilliant light that it was brighter than at noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother been so beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and both flew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above was neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety–they were with God.”
The answers here.