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[Author Notes]: Christmas Eve on Monday
13 years ago
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Thank you for reading my THIRD and final Christmas-y/seasonal/winter story!
If you find that my stories keep getting shorter and shorter, it’s because lately I’ve been having this urge to explore more and more with flash-fiction. I want to know how short I can make my stories while still being able to call it a story.
Originally I could of had this story at 500 words, however what came out of it was just a sex story with very little context. It defiantly killed the story for me, making it into pure smut, which can be good for a quick wank but doesn’t exactly classify as something submitable for me. I think I’ll try again to write a furry-erotica in 500 words less. The trick is to be disjointed without losing continuity and flow, while at the same time picking the appropriate scope to write from. As for this story, I had an idea I wanted to present and it just could not be captured in 500 words or less without losing its purpose as a story.
Anyways, the theme of this story becomes a bit soapboxy so hold tight...
I came up with this story as I was listening to, “I’ll Be Home For Christmas” (obviously) that was sung by a boys’ choir on the radio. Listening to the song made me realize how easily we forget, or rather how easily we evolve the context of holiday songs away from their original intent. It’s quite easy for us to commodify these songs into holiday classics, while at the same time seemingly censoring their original meaning within the collective thought of the public. It was when I listened to this song by the boys’ choir, and then when I listened to it again sung by Bing Cosby, that I realized the meaning to, “If only in my dreams” is truly lost. If you don’t know what meaning I’m talking about. Consider the song was released in 1943.
Another good example is, “Have Yourself a Merry little Christmas.” The history of the song is quite depressing as it is another wartime song that is used later to discuss escape from an “abusive” domestic sphere when Judy Garland sings it, “Meet Me In St. Louis.” Although to understand the “abusive” part in the song may take some interpretation, I believe there’s enough evidence within the image of the scene itself that speaks beyond what Hollywood was able to say during its years of censorship. Watch the scene on YouTube or watch the whole film (if you like musicals). The theme of “escape” (from what exactly?) is a pretty big motive all through-out the film. I don’t know, I always like looking at the darker side of Hollywood Musicals, how in more cases then not, there is usually a hint of macabre under all the Busby Berkley smiling faces.
Now, I don’t mean to bring everyone down over the holiday seasons, or make it seem like I am completely cynical this holiday season (bah-humbug!), for really I plan to consider this more of an example of how language and meaning can evolve. Pessimistically, we can see this as a damnation of memory, where we choose to become ignorant to the past, or optimistically, we can see this as a restoration into something new, as in taking the past and reinventing it more positively.
I guess my perspective is, is that honestly a boys’ choir singing “I’ll be Home For Christmas” is annoying, next time I listen to, “I’ll be Home for Christmas” (by Bing Cosby) I’ll contemplate both its new and old meaning, and realize the true permeability of all information, for better or worse.
Wow, that was a bit academic, I’m sorry. Guess finals are starting to affect me more then I realize.
ANYWAYS, Rate, Favourite, Watch, and give me all your delicious comments! I’m using them to build a spaceship. (No not really you gullible fool!) HAPPY (End of) FINALS, and SEASONS GREETINGS!
P.S. Did you know Lady Gaga has a Christmas Carol? I think it’s about the hypocrisy of the privatization of pharmaceuticals within countries that supposedly have Medi-care but I’m not sure. Let me know what you think?
Thank you for reading my THIRD and final Christmas-y/seasonal/winter story!
If you find that my stories keep getting shorter and shorter, it’s because lately I’ve been having this urge to explore more and more with flash-fiction. I want to know how short I can make my stories while still being able to call it a story.
Originally I could of had this story at 500 words, however what came out of it was just a sex story with very little context. It defiantly killed the story for me, making it into pure smut, which can be good for a quick wank but doesn’t exactly classify as something submitable for me. I think I’ll try again to write a furry-erotica in 500 words less. The trick is to be disjointed without losing continuity and flow, while at the same time picking the appropriate scope to write from. As for this story, I had an idea I wanted to present and it just could not be captured in 500 words or less without losing its purpose as a story.
Anyways, the theme of this story becomes a bit soapboxy so hold tight...
I came up with this story as I was listening to, “I’ll Be Home For Christmas” (obviously) that was sung by a boys’ choir on the radio. Listening to the song made me realize how easily we forget, or rather how easily we evolve the context of holiday songs away from their original intent. It’s quite easy for us to commodify these songs into holiday classics, while at the same time seemingly censoring their original meaning within the collective thought of the public. It was when I listened to this song by the boys’ choir, and then when I listened to it again sung by Bing Cosby, that I realized the meaning to, “If only in my dreams” is truly lost. If you don’t know what meaning I’m talking about. Consider the song was released in 1943.
Another good example is, “Have Yourself a Merry little Christmas.” The history of the song is quite depressing as it is another wartime song that is used later to discuss escape from an “abusive” domestic sphere when Judy Garland sings it, “Meet Me In St. Louis.” Although to understand the “abusive” part in the song may take some interpretation, I believe there’s enough evidence within the image of the scene itself that speaks beyond what Hollywood was able to say during its years of censorship. Watch the scene on YouTube or watch the whole film (if you like musicals). The theme of “escape” (from what exactly?) is a pretty big motive all through-out the film. I don’t know, I always like looking at the darker side of Hollywood Musicals, how in more cases then not, there is usually a hint of macabre under all the Busby Berkley smiling faces.
Now, I don’t mean to bring everyone down over the holiday seasons, or make it seem like I am completely cynical this holiday season (bah-humbug!), for really I plan to consider this more of an example of how language and meaning can evolve. Pessimistically, we can see this as a damnation of memory, where we choose to become ignorant to the past, or optimistically, we can see this as a restoration into something new, as in taking the past and reinventing it more positively.
I guess my perspective is, is that honestly a boys’ choir singing “I’ll be Home For Christmas” is annoying, next time I listen to, “I’ll be Home for Christmas” (by Bing Cosby) I’ll contemplate both its new and old meaning, and realize the true permeability of all information, for better or worse.
Wow, that was a bit academic, I’m sorry. Guess finals are starting to affect me more then I realize.
ANYWAYS, Rate, Favourite, Watch, and give me all your delicious comments! I’m using them to build a spaceship. (No not really you gullible fool!) HAPPY (End of) FINALS, and SEASONS GREETINGS!
P.S. Did you know Lady Gaga has a Christmas Carol? I think it’s about the hypocrisy of the privatization of pharmaceuticals within countries that supposedly have Medi-care but I’m not sure. Let me know what you think?
