I’m avoiding making the trek out to the stable. I thought I’d never get warm last night, and I was sick and shivery most of the night. Maybe later. ;)
A post on ‘s blog about Santa and other mythical figures made me think about a very fun, nasty book for the season, Santa Steps Out. I’ve probably written about this before, and I know I’ve either bought the book for some of you, or told you about it. It’s a very erotic, black-comedy fantasy about Santa and the Tooth Fairy, among other supposedly-fictional characters. These children’s myths were once more formidable characters, who transmuted into new characters as belief in them faded. Santa was once Pan, and I think the Tooth Fairy was once a dryad, and Santa’s lover. They are not allowed to meet in the flesh, but one Christmas Eve Santa is delivering presents at the same time the Tooth Fairy is collecting a tooth, and all hell breaks loose. Not “all hell,” actually, but Santa does lose control and ejaculates all over the tree, leaving small pearly-white candy canes on the branches. In the morning, the small children run downstairs, and start eating the candy, which has a wonderful salty/sweet flavour. They bring some of it up to their mother to try.
Yes. It’s quite nasty and funny.
Anyway, the Tooth Fairy was particularly creepy and primal, crunching up the teeth from under the pillows. Very scary character. This resonated with me, as I commented in ‘s blog, because the Tooth Fairy always disturbed me a bit (although I appreciated the coins). Why was she interested in children’s teeth? Why would my parents be ok about some strange weirdo coming into my bedroom when they weren’t there and I was alone at night? It really bothered me.
Fiddler on the Roof was actually quite good. I’d forgotten how sad it was, as it had been so long since I’d seen it. Our family is the usual American ancestral mix: Irish, English, German, Russian, Scottish. My great(great?)-grandparents on my mother’s side came from Odessa, family name of Matcovich. Given the timeframe, I would assume that they would probably have been Russian Jews driven out of their homes by pogroms. And so, very similar to the story of the musical. Possibly, anyway. I’ve always thought that it would be interesting to be able to research the family history, given the time and the money to do so. I know a bit about the Irish side: immigration to New York, menial work (scrubbing stoops, among other things) to survive, and then participants in the Oklahoma Land Rush, eventually becoming cattle ranchers.
The stable is still calling…I can hear it through the freezing rain. Damn it, shut up. :( *sigh* I’d better go…