I’ve been listening to Christmas songs on the radio, and I suddenly wondered what it felt like to write a new legend.
Our images of jolly old St. Nick, his eight tiny reindeer and their names all come from the poem “A Visit from Saint Nicholas” by Clement C. Moore. He gave St. Nick his red outfit with white fur trim.
And the song Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer gifted us with another reindeer for Santa.
The Grinch has moved into our American Christmas pantheon, though he’s not as well entrenched as Rudolph.
Ebeneezer Scrooge and company. Did Dickens have any idea that he was creating the template for literally thousands of Christmas plays, movies and television specials?
How would it feel to know that one had won a place in cultural literacy by virtue of the right song, poem or short story? These characters are so much bigger than the orginal piece of writing that spawned them.