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Christmases Long-Long Ago

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Somewhat in keeping with our previous blog, this blog again deals with the paranormal. One of my favorite Christmas songs is Andy Williams' It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year. But this song does have that enigmatic line about "scary ghost stories", an intriguing line of verse that has always made me wonder...."What ghost stories?".

Searching about on the Internet, there just aren't that many Christmas ghost stories. But I believe that more people have paranormal experiences than write about them, perhaps because they tend to be of a more personal nature. But at what better a time than this special time of year when many are in an heightened emotional or meditative state and suitably receptive to the stirrings of the paranormal plane.

Eastern Paranormal is a blog that has some stories that I think are typical to what I am referring to here. But then, of course, I do have my own tale to tell....

I think it was during the Christmas season of 1997, that one Christmas Eve, I decided to sit on the front porch and smoke my pipe. It was a one of those treasured clear, cold and calm Northwest-Florida winter nights, with a big bright moon. This combined with the bright glow of the Christmas lights to make a lovely sight, and as I smoked I fell into a nostalgic reverie. As I savored 'the feel' of Christmas, I began to reminisce about Christmases past, the large family gatherings, the glorious feasts, the wonder of the few 'White Christmases' I've been blessed to experience. I then thought about my dear, long-gone Grandmother (Edith Perry) and my Dad, who had passed away only about 5 years before. I thought about how much I loved them and missed them, and wept at that missing. I spoke private words to them, then, expressing these deeply felt emotions, the sweet yet bitter loss...

At my lowest moment, eyes full of tears and the pipe totally forgotten, there was suddenly a strong and sustained gust of wind amidst the calmness, the Christmas flag at the corner of the porch began to flap loudly and wildly and, surprisingly, the flood lights in the same corner came on full blaze. This was surprising because 2 weeks before I had discovered that these lights would not work, even with new red and green bulbs for Christmas! I jumped from my rocking chair, ran in the door and checked the light switches...they did not appear have been switched on. I called into the den where my family were and asked if anyone had switched on the lights or anything, and received a negative response. Perplexed, I returned to the porch and chair and pipe...when the realization hit me...either Grandma or Dad or BOTH had just communicated with me, I think, to comfort me and let me know that they WERE there, sharing that Christmas moment with me. I felt an overwhelming warmth envelope me with this realization and spoke loving and tender words to those who loved me and meant so much to me in those Christmases of yesteryear.

Of course, the wife and girls thought I was bonkers!

If you have a special holiday story, I'd love to hear it. So please, post it for all to see.

And Have a Very Merry Christmas, belated Happy Hanukkah, Happy Yule and whatever I've missed in wishing you the Best Holiday Wishes.

Labels: Christmas, Scary Ghost Stories