So, apparently, I blinked and there’s been a whole year of happenings and tinkerings and we’re nearly at Christmas AGAIN.
I mean, that means 2016 is around the corner.
That means there’s elves being put on shelves (and I’m not sure if they’re happy about it, or why people do it, but it’s a thing, right?)
That means that Jason and the Argonauts is on television again, dusted off for its traditional holiday outings.
And we’re a few days away from the main event, and I have at least started the Christmas shopping now and finally put up some decorations.
And now I’m looking for some festive reads to cosy up with whilst buried under blankets with a glass of wine in the long, dark evenings. I’m not looking for a bit of Dickens, but I’m on the hunt for spooky, scary, wintry tales. Suggestions on a postcard please, by carrier badger, or in the comments below.
Also, bonus points to the person who can identify this book:
A book of short stories, all winter themed, scary words for kids. One of the stories had a child that was made to eat dry crackers. One of them had a person with needle teeth. The cover had a wintery scene framed by bricks or stone. I read it when I was a kid but can’t remember what it was called or who it was by. But I do remember it was excellent, and if I’m thinking creepy stories then I’m thinking about this book.
A round of digital mulled wine to whoever has any idea what I’m talking about.
Spooky, festive cheer to y’all, fiends.