tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173820957007330443.post4221890156130613632..comments2023-10-18T08:06:04.577-07:00Comments on Welcome To Queenie's Paranormal Playhouse!: Merry (Or Scary?!) Christmas....Tales of Strange Santas & Haunting Holidays!lil Queeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757035073148686210noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173820957007330443.post-77378129792508823972012-12-19T15:54:28.709-08:002012-12-19T15:54:28.709-08:00I Believe i was 9 years old when this happened sti...I Believe i was 9 years old when this happened still living in California and at my grandmothers house. We did this most Christmases and it was a regular thing for us.I knew differently on this Christmas something divine about it and i guess eerie. <br />It all started when we began to pack up all our unwrapped treasures and put them in the car. I stood mindlessly looking into the sky because it was Christmas night and with all the lights you could barley see the stars. When suddenly a dark object zipped across the sky and with amazement i followed it with my eyes. When i realized that it was not a plane i froze collecting all the details.when i began seeing the "reindeer's"moving across the moonlight i realized it was Santa.I paused with joy and watched as he went but that moment seemed as 10 or 20 minutes my neck even hurt from looking up. I jumped into the car after being called upon and searched the sky the whole ride home. I could never explain that moment even with all my encounters with spirits Ive never been one to tell my parents only later dismissing it as lost memories.<br /><br />Although what i remember of this event Ive told my father in question it has been the most relieving of paranormal events that he has heard.<br /><br />The more abnormal Christmas Scare i can tell you about was one my father actually reminded me about after his divorce. It was the 1st Christmas to be celebrated without my mom and dad together. You can only imagine how weird it was for me to experience abnormal sounds from toys and doors opening and closing at night after my mom moved out. But the starting of toys moving and being "misplaced" in and out of the house as well finding them in the fire place and wrapped up under the Christmas tree.My dad began to worry that as a 5 year old i was having some kind of post traumatic stress issues over the divorce. That's when Edward started getting very important in my life as well as my parents because to be imaging a giant lion was nothing until these events. I remember my dad freaking out about the burnt stuffed bear that i was fiercely crying to him about. How he asked me "who is Edward"? and how i said he was my imagination how he was my friend that it wasn't him and that i didn't know why i was being punished for it.I never really thought about the event more than crying about a bear. I never really cared to distinguish my pleasant imagination and ability to use my mind as my comfort until "spirits" began plaguing me with horrifying conversations with my parents later in my life. I realize now why they were so worried about my uncle lee coming to visit me that Christmas.<br />We had gone to my grandmothers house for Christmas as usual and my dad seemed kinda puzzled and curious.He had brought en the presents that accumulated under the small charlie brown tree at our house and one specific present he was unsure how it had gotten there. The only reason i know this was i knew it was from my uncle lee and my dad said otherwise. It wasn't until i unwrapped a small stuffed bear the exact one demolished from the fire previous to the event. Then my dad realized that his uncle lee which is actually my grandmothers brother that had died 3 years previous was trying to say something. I believe it was hope for him after him and my mothers divorce. The reason i feel this way is lee was a good man and he'd never do anything to hurt or scare my father. In a lesser note i believe lee was mad at my mother and had thrown the teddy bear into the fire because it was the only thing she'd left that was once hers. <br /><br /> Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173820957007330443.post-31303482120625917492010-12-27T21:48:14.620-08:002010-12-27T21:48:14.620-08:00Thanks for stoppin' by Stan! Always a pleasure...Thanks for stoppin' by Stan! Always a pleasure to have you! :)lil Queeniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07757035073148686210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173820957007330443.post-55634645501005712772010-12-27T17:48:00.840-08:002010-12-27T17:48:00.840-08:00Fun blog! Thanks, waiting for the next oneFun blog! Thanks, waiting for the next oneStan Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00090284487338697247noreply@blogger.com