A jolly Xmas Eve at the Pooka Dot's

So, the mystery of the Pooka. She let me in--- anyway I suppose that was her house--- you never know who else she's taken up with--- and it was of course other worldly in a good way.

First we shopped for our Xmas Eve dinner. Kellogg's snak paks! Gee , I just got happy all over. And couldn't think which one I'd like to eat first.







Now the first thing you learn about a Pooka Xmas is that you want a tree that is white and is melted down later for a delicious confectionary marvel.




Silver bells and silver and blue bulbs, that's all, no lights since they generate heat. You would be surprised how long this took. We listened to Bach, Mozart, Burl Ives, Bing, and Chubby Checkers. Then she spent a good while preparing this delicious glazed veil and here is the finished Pooka Tree:




What else did I learn?

Pookas are so mysterious but then you know, next year ...you never know what to expect, I think is the game. But since she is technically Imaginary and Make-Believe, some inward gazing might give you a clue. For instance, her house has 24 hour Jack Benny, Fibber and Molly, George and Gracie, just as I like at my own home. There were slippers identical to mine, pajamas I thought I'd lost as a boy, and a picture of my great, great, ever so great step Uncle Andrew Jackson on the wall ( framed, with a odd plaque reading "Our First Counterfeit Twenty").

Another odd thing is that my present from my mom was there too.

"Hope you like this nice brown Republican cardigan sweater with elbow patches. (I do!)" Mom wrote. Actually, well it's nice but looks more profesorial communist to me. She continued "Have also sent the I.R.S. $100 for you. Merry Christmas and much love, Mom."

Hoo boy. That's what you get for being a bad man. I was hoping for a gift certificate to get a root canal but that's how it goes for the rumpot.

We ate our Kelloggs then and watched a Dick Tracy movie from 1936. Most beautiful film noir I've ever seen, ten years ahead of its time, every shot a classic with strange shadows, odd staircases, jumping clocks, fast footage of men working at the press, spinning newspapers with double decker headlines. There's actually a series of Dick Tracy movies and I never knew, never knew. I swear, I liked that better than any Blondie and Dagwood movie I ever saw.

In the morning I gave her her presents, and do you know, she got just about everything I wanted this year.

I left this morning thinking, what a merry, uncomplicated Christmas. And how all my dreams are happy, shallow, wish-fulfillment dreams (instead of those odd ones people sometimes describe, with talking door knobs and such. )

Thank you for visiting and best wishes for a new year.

Oh there's one more thing I learned. Look what happens when she tries to pretend she's asleep:



You can just make them out. Pooka Pox.