Three's a Crowd-Especially if you're a ghost
Published by J. M. Adkison under on 4:18 PM
This weekend, as every Harding student and alumnus (what a wierd word for a graduate) knows, was Homecoming. It was a happy scene of parents mingling with students on the sidewalks, high school-ers oggling the campus and football players getting ready for the best audience turn-out of the year (people won't leave after half-time, woo-hoo!). Oh, yeah, and it was also Halloween. So the students who are...more inclined in letting their more...expressive...sides show were using the holiday as another excuse to break out their sparkly capes, wear Death Eater-like hoods, and paint their faces like Tim Burton characters (although usually they don't really need an excuse-they were just able to blend in better with the little kids that dressed up like pirates). But the best part of the weekend, besides my wonderful Aunt and Uncle taking me out to dinner three days in a row!, was the homecoming musical-which was Scrooge (Christmas Carol with songs).
I would have to say that the Christmas Carol is one of those great holiday tales that never gets old, kinda like A Christmas Story, It's a Wonderful Life and any of those clay-mation old school films. I mean Scrooge has everything-romance, heart-break, suspence, horror, excitment, danceing, time-traveling,a quick peak into the after-life, a moral undermeaning of redemption and good Christmas spirit, with an unusually happy little boy with a limp leg that gets dished the corniest line in the play. What more could you want?
And boy, I didn't think first coming here, but Harding does know how to put on a show.
My favorite part in the Scrooge epic is the final ghost that comes to visit Scrooge when the clock strikes three. The ghost is silent, creepy, and makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end whenever he decides to pop out of nowhere. Not only does he take Scrooge and the audience to the grave of poor Timy Tim, but also to Scrooge's grave and later to Hell it-self. However, I think even the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come pales (no pun intended) in comparrison to Jacob Marley, who was played by my old speech teacher Mr. Ritchie. Marley taunts Scrooge a bit, rattling his chains, moving a few objects, moaning through the air and making Scrooge's door-knocker do funny tricks. Then he appears, covered in chains and tries to engage in some friendly small talk about life, death, and taxes.
Oh, and he warns Scrooge about three ghosts that will come to show him the errors of his way.
Whoever came up with the idea of having Scrooge haunted by three ghosts and being scared into redemption must of have been one of those hellfire and brimstone kind of preachers-the ones that had their index finger firmly planted in a point and wore the constant expression of extreme constipation. But, I guess sometimes we need a finger jabbed our way and someone to yell at us to get our attention.
All in all, Scrooge becomes a nice guy and likes Christmas and we never know if Tiny Tim really dies or not.
Even though the Christmas Carol is a fictional-God does love to work in threes-He is a Trinity, which makes Him so much more interesting.
Hm. Just some thoughts running through my head.
I would have to say that the Christmas Carol is one of those great holiday tales that never gets old, kinda like A Christmas Story, It's a Wonderful Life and any of those clay-mation old school films. I mean Scrooge has everything-romance, heart-break, suspence, horror, excitment, danceing, time-traveling,a quick peak into the after-life, a moral undermeaning of redemption and good Christmas spirit, with an unusually happy little boy with a limp leg that gets dished the corniest line in the play. What more could you want?
And boy, I didn't think first coming here, but Harding does know how to put on a show.
My favorite part in the Scrooge epic is the final ghost that comes to visit Scrooge when the clock strikes three. The ghost is silent, creepy, and makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end whenever he decides to pop out of nowhere. Not only does he take Scrooge and the audience to the grave of poor Timy Tim, but also to Scrooge's grave and later to Hell it-self. However, I think even the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come pales (no pun intended) in comparrison to Jacob Marley, who was played by my old speech teacher Mr. Ritchie. Marley taunts Scrooge a bit, rattling his chains, moving a few objects, moaning through the air and making Scrooge's door-knocker do funny tricks. Then he appears, covered in chains and tries to engage in some friendly small talk about life, death, and taxes.
Oh, and he warns Scrooge about three ghosts that will come to show him the errors of his way.
Whoever came up with the idea of having Scrooge haunted by three ghosts and being scared into redemption must of have been one of those hellfire and brimstone kind of preachers-the ones that had their index finger firmly planted in a point and wore the constant expression of extreme constipation. But, I guess sometimes we need a finger jabbed our way and someone to yell at us to get our attention.
All in all, Scrooge becomes a nice guy and likes Christmas and we never know if Tiny Tim really dies or not.
Even though the Christmas Carol is a fictional-God does love to work in threes-He is a Trinity, which makes Him so much more interesting.
Hm. Just some thoughts running through my head.
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