JOHN OSTRANDER: Christmas Treasures, Part 1
It’s the most wonderful time of the year… or so the song goes. Except when it’s not.
I have my Christmas favorites on DVD or TV that I watch every year. They include A Christmas Carol (the Reginald Owen version and the much better Alastair Sim version as well as, oddly, Mister Magoo’s Christmas Carol which adds songs and does a pretty fair job of summing up the story in less than a half hour), It’s A Wonderful Life, A Christmas Story, and the cartoons – How The Grinch Stole Christmas (Karloff beats Carey hands down) and, of course, A Charlie Brown Christmas.
And, a day or so after Christmas, I add in Bad Santa just to wash all the treacle away. Your choices may differ and that’s fine – these are mine.
My best Christmas was probably the one when I proposed to my late wife, Kim Yale, on Christmas Eve. I had bought the ring and I was pretty sure she would say yes but I was still nervous. Kim and I opened presents on Christmas Eve so I mapped out my strategy. My gifts included a Tim Truman sketch of GrimJack (one of Kim’s faves and part of our becoming a couple), signed by Timbo and carrying the Gaunt message: “You’ve done right by my pal so far, sweetheart. How about makin’ it permanent?”
Then she got a specially made teddy bear (Kim was huge on teddy bears) that was a GrimJack teddy bear and he was holding a poem from me, a sonnet that would up with my proposal (I made her read it aloud) and as she finished reading it, I brought out the ring. Kim took a dramatic pause (she was great at dramatic pauses) that were the longest seconds of my life but then she said “Yes!” and we off to the races.
That was our first Christmas together. The hardest one was our last.
Kim had breast cancer and she was dying of it. I knew that but she didn’t; her cancer doctor had called me with the news but insisted I not tell her. It might make her give up, he insisted. So, for a while, I went along with that.
Kim was in the hospital a lot at that point; her immune system was in bad shape from the chemo and the radiation. She didn’t like being there alone so I spent a lot of nights there with her. It wouldn’t have been possible without our friend, Mary Mitchell, who spelled me many nights. We were joined later on by my friend Joe Edkin, who would spell us both.
It was trying some times. People would come to visit and Kim would rally her energy, putting on what we referred to as “the Kimberly Show.” This is no criticism of our visitors, who gave lovingly of themselves and were very welcome, but afterwards Kim would have no energy left for me, Mary, and Joe, and sometimes that was hard.
It came to a boil at Christmas. Holidays bring out the best and worst of us. Kim’s final Christmas brought a bit of both in me.
More next time.
MONDAY: Mindy Newell
What a gorgeous column, John.
I will never forget those last days in the hospital with Kimmy. They are in my heart forever, as she is.
Mindy
What a gorgeous column, John.
I will never forget those last days in the hospital with Kimmy. They are in my heart forever, as she is.
Mindy
Thanks for sharing, John. Merry … [more next time]
John, those of us who watched you in those heady days of your falling in love with Kim remember so well. Yours was a love story to remember often. We love you. P and D
I still have a lot of guilt that I didn’t visit Kim more often, and let her know how much joy and laughter she brought to my life. So this column is a gift from you, John. Although, as a Jew, I’m still clinging to my guilt.
As to the more trivial aspect of this emotionally powerful column, the George C Scott “Christmas Carol” beats all others, so far as i’m concerned.
I disagree– I like George C. Scott version a lot. He and David Warner were great. The TV version starring Patrick Stewart and Patrick Stewart is also really good. However my favorite version is the one with Michael Caine and Kermit the Frog.
I remember eagerly awaiting MR. MAGOO’S CHRISTMAS CAROL every year, and, in fact, I can still sing some of the songs….
“Jingle, jingle,
Coins when they jingle,
Make such a happy sound.”
“When you’re alone, all alone in the world…”
As far as the other versions, Alistair Sim’s wins hands down for me, although I was very impressed with Stewart’s version.
Not a fan of A CHRISTMAS STORY, never got into it.
And it isn’t Christmas without IT’S A WONDERFUL LIFE, which, btw, bombed at the box office in 1946.