Well, why not have a Monstrous Monday on Christmas Eve? For one reason, I don’t have much else. I went running this morning, intending to do a Running Commentary. Steven and I had breakfast at Heidelberg Cafe in Herkimer, NY prior to picking up rolls for tomorrow’s Christmas feast, so I could have done a shout-out to a local business. Well, sometimes these things do not work out. Right now I want to get back to celebrating Christmas Eve with my loved ones, so I will attempt to come up with something mildly entertaining at least.

What could be more Monstrous Christmas Eve than Boris Karloff reading “How the Grinch Stole Christmas”?
Here is another Frankenstein/Christmas mash-up: the most famous portrayer of the former reading a classic tale about the latter. But adding the macabre to Christmas is by no means original to me. There is even a line in a Christmas song, “There’ll be scary ghost stories…”
We watched two different versions of A Christmas Carol yesterday and might have watched a third if I hadn’t pooped out (I only mentioned one in my blog post; do you suppose I should go back and edit?). It is perhaps the most famous Christmas ghost story.
And now I see that I am over 200 words. Regular readers know I call that respectable, especially for my more foolish posts. Happy Christmas Eve and Monstrous Monday, everyone!































