For fun, back when I was about 10 years old I wrote a Christmas story involving Santa crashing his sleigh because his reindeer caught rabies. The reindeer all died on impact and the rest of the story was about Santa having to escape the rabid demonic ghosts ( did I mention this happened over a cemetery?) of his eight reindeer .
Needless to say, Christmas was cancelled that year.
These were stories that you could write and read to the class for extra credit- and trust me I needed them because my grades were not all they should have been back then and writing essays made up a lot of lost ground for me.
My teacher called me to her desk and asked, ” Anita why do you want to ruin Christmas for your classmates?”
I refused to change my story and I was the only kid who didn’t get to read her story in front of the class. Too make it worse I had to leave the room and the teacher more or less told the class it was because the story I wrote was not appropriate.
So I went out into the hall straight into the bathroom and drew Christmas trees all over the bathroom walls- you know to make up for my terrible deed.
I would like to say I started to rage against the machine at an early age, but I didn’t- I know this because there is a Science Fiction movie coming out on Christmas Day and its about the end of the world at the hands of aliens…and not just any alien- invisible aliens.
And I think that’s awful.
Who does that?
Who makes a movie where a dog gets zapped, torn apart atom by atom by monsters from outer space and releases it on Christmas Day?
Not me- and remember I killed Santa’s Reindeer for a Christmas story when I was 10 years old-
that’s something to think about.