This past Christmas wasn't as great as it could have been, and a lot of things happened that I would wish to keep private from the web, but one thing happened that I have hoped for all my life...I got to see SNOW for the very first time! It was only just a little bit, but it was enough to give me a good viewpoint of what snow really is...it's wet and soft. The snowflakes gave little kisses as they fell on my face. But I also learned that it gets dirty and sticks to your shoes. But I loved it and hope to see more in the future.
Here's a couple of examples of pictures taken yesterday.
This is one of my most favorite Christmas cartoons of all time! It brings back a lot of memories of Christmas, whenever I see this cartoon. Therefore, it makes a fitting conclusion to Christmas videos I found and felt like sharing.
Brisk was old Santa as he set out to deliver his gifts to all the good little children who believed in him. The trip was rather difficult this year; he battled his way through wet stormy skies and thick snowy blizzards, flying in caution for fear of lightening strikes and frostbite. “Santa,” cried one of his accompanying elves, “let’s abandon the mission and try again next year!”
Santa turned to shout “NO! What will the children think once they awake to find no gifts wrapped under their tree?” Suddenly, a forceful gust of wind came from the west and detached the reigns of his eight tiny reindeer. Santa called out to them, “Dasher! Dancer! Prancer! Vixen! Comet! Cupid! Donner! Blitzen,” but the wind was so strong that none voluntarily came back. Down the sleigh fell from the dark windy sky as the elves worked nonstop to keep staying up high. Their attention was focused on staying airborne that they did not see Santa bump his forehead. Grasping for something to hold on tight, Santa made a mistake and fell out into the night. Landing with a bump onto Perchwood Lane, Santa opened his eyes to discover a new scene. There, before him, stood the neighborhood cathedral, full of its members all gathered together.
Santa, bewildered, grabbed his sore head, and said, “I do not know why I am dressed completely in red.” Santa did not know what to do, so he opened the church door and listened to the carols sung, and to the priest’s solemn benediction too. As dear Santa sat, he wondered, “This Christ, how exceptional is he? Why, His gift of life is greater than any gift the eye can see!” As he left the church, still rubbing his head, he staggered into the street with dread. All of a sudden, there crashed his shiny sleigh, including his elves, followed by his reindeer.
“Santa,” the elves bellowed, “we’re going to be late!”
“Santa?” he said, all confused and forlorn. In that moment, snowflakes began to fall from the sky. One happened to land on old Santa’s nose, and as soon as it hit him he said, “Ho, ho, ho.” The memories returned, he remembered everything! Most of all, he remembered his new epiphany. He returned to the sleigh as the elves whistled for the reindeer, and he glimpsed once more at the tall, ancient cathedral and said, “Elves, let’s go home. There is no need to continue with the gifts tonight. Above all the gifts I have given, not even the gifts I still have in my bag, can ever amount to the gift that was given by a man who resides up in Heaven.”
Words cannot express how much I love this version of Charles Dickens' "Christmas Carol" story. I have it recorded on VHS and it has somewhat became an annual tradition to watch this short film around Christmas. It truly is a classic, and more cartoon Christmas specials should be to the same degree of dedication as this one.
Mickey's Christmas Carol Source: Youtube's Obadiah332channel.
I adore this 1948 cartoon story of the red-nosed reindeer we commonly know as Rudolph. The cartoon stays true to the original storyline of the 1939 story that was written by Robert L. May.
Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer (1948) Source: Youtube's LuckyStrike502 channel.
Brisk was old Santa as he delivered his gifts to all the good little children. The trip was rather difficult this year; he battled his way through wet stormy skies and thick snowy blizzards, flying in caution for fear of lightening strikes and frostbite. He was on his way back to the North Pole when his reindeer broke apart from the sleigh, and down, down Santa went, landing onto Perchwood Lane. Thankfully, some had seen dear Santa in distress, and they took him to the nearby church, which was still open and having their midnight mass.
When Santa woke, he grabbed his head and said, “Aho, ho, ho—oh, no, no, no, I must have bumped my head! I do not know my very name, or why I am dressed in red.” Old Santa had amnesia, and he did not know what to do, so he sat and listened to the carols sung, and to the priest’s solemn benediction too. As dear Santa sat, he wondered, “This Christ, he is so brilliant. Who else could have died and rose from the dead, only for the sins of others? Why, this gift of life is greater than any gift that I could have possibly ever imagined.” As he left the church, still rubbing his head, he wandered back to his sleigh.
There to greet him were small, plumpy elves who shouted, “Santa, we’re going to be late!”
“’Santa,’ who could this be?” said Santa, looking on both his sides and behind. “Little fellows, do you know me? I bumped my head! Can you help me? I have forgotten myself.”
While the small elves stood in shock of this devastating news, a few snowflakes began to fall. One happened to land on old Santa’s nose, and as soon as it hit him he said, “Ho, ho.” The memories returned, he remembered his elves, his sleigh, his wife, and his eight tiny reindeer. He returned to the sleigh as the elves whistled for the reindeer, and he glimpsed once more at the tall, ancient church and said, “Above all the gifts I have given, not a gift can amount to the one that came from a man whom is greater than I.”