The 3rd Blog Of CLICmas
From Monday 13 to Friday 24 December, CLIC will feature a different guest blog each day - The 12 Blogs Of CLICmas, in fact! Here is the third...
I also have a series called Dear World, where I send 'letters' to planet Earth. Lovely.
You might have guessed by now, that it is indeed Christmas time.
A time for celebration. rejoice, and other words that kind of mean the same thing.
One thing that my family used to do before the big man in red came to visit us was watch The Muppet Christmas Carol (on video, yeah we're that hardcore). But there's one thing that got me thinking, once I looked again at the video, relating to something that the national editor posted in the Chrimbo Blog Incoming article.
Why is the Ghost Of Christmas Yet To Come always portrayed as Death?
I know the story of Ebenezer Scrooge and his three-ghosts-a-day diet on Christmas Eve. The first one is always portrayed as the ghost of a young child, with the second being a jolly man (and I blame The Muppet Christmas Carol for thinking that ginger people are a barrel of laughs to be around which, for most of them, is true).
But the third, the third is portrayed as The Grim Reaper. Yes, I will concede that this ghost is giving a short, sharp shock to Scrooge to show him the error of his ways, and the direction his life will travel if he continues to be like he is. But why Death?
I thought that people see Christmas as a happy period (like what Always keeps advertising on the television), so why would Dickens write him (or her) as Death's relative?
Maybe it was a contradiction, and the reason why Dickens portrayed the character as Death was to show the severity of Scrooge's change from evil to good. Maybe I'm reading something that isn't there, like with a lot of things in life. Maybe she's born with it.
One thing's for certain, I will never have the ability to lose that thought if I read / watch / hear A Christmas Carol again. Sad.
Anyroad, even though it is rather early, I hope everyone reading CLIC and its sister sites has a good Christmas and a cracking new year. And I hope that nobody from the Rhondda Cynon Taff editorial team writes a blog, or we'd "Have a Wicid Christmas". Grr.