"What's this a painting of?" Edmund Van Helsing the British vampire slayer asked his Canadian cousin Christopher Dracul Van Helsing.
"It's a painting of a butterfly who's having trouble sleeping," Dracul replied.
"Very nice, indeed," Edmund nodded appreciatively, "what do you call it?".
"The Beautiful One," Dracul answered.
At that moment, South Korean vampire huntress Hyung Grace Kwan entered carrying two tied up mortal Fascist bodyguards to the notorious American Fascist vampire Count Deaddick.
"These Fascists finally revealed Count Deaddick's whereabouts after just kicking them once in their tiny penises," Hyung smiled, "I didn't know that Fascists had such small penises."
"Yes, I understand it's a common characteristic of all Fascists," Dracul looked at the entry for Fascist in the Van Helsing Dictionary "Fascist- 1. A man with an unbelievably small penis. 2. An admirer of Mussolini and/or Hitler. 3. ..."
Hyung threw the Fascist bodyguards to the ground where Dracul then put a bullet at the back of each man's head.
He smiled and remarked, "The world is well rid of such syphilis infested garbage."
Dracul and Hyung then went to the secret hideout of the American Fascist vampire Count Deaddick where they put a stake in what one could call his heart (if Fascists actually had hearts).
"Well," said Hyung before watching the Fascist vampire's nude body disintegrate before her eyes, "I can see now why they called him Count Deaddick."
To be continued.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
The Hare In Winter
The hare went hopping in the snow leaving a track
unlike summer, no carrot for a snack
when asked his name, he'll reply Jack
yes, Jack O'Hare
with big ears to spare
He's the jack rabbit of Evergreen
coolest bunny ever seen.
He just hops and hops
His ear flops and flops
like the Energizer Bunny
never stops or stops.
-A poem written by Dracul Van Helsing
Sunday December 27th 2009
in honour of his good friend Jack O' Hare
the furry fluffy creature who lives in his yard.
unlike summer, no carrot for a snack
when asked his name, he'll reply Jack
yes, Jack O'Hare
with big ears to spare
He's the jack rabbit of Evergreen
coolest bunny ever seen.
He just hops and hops
His ear flops and flops
like the Energizer Bunny
never stops or stops.
-A poem written by Dracul Van Helsing
Sunday December 27th 2009
in honour of his good friend Jack O' Hare
the furry fluffy creature who lives in his yard.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
The Joker and The Death of Batman
Somewhere beneath those lights of Gotham
down there in the depths of Hell
where rats walk
and broken souls do dwell
sits the Joker
his grimacing smile a spell.
Like a spider rising from his web
he moves like a virtual Undead
oh, what a tale could be told
beneath his smile so eery bold
his eyes dark and shadowy
his laugh a demon's cacophony
his face white as the moon
his lips red like battlefields
covered on the Day of Doom.
His heart is a castle dark
devoid of life
or any spark
his sole mission now
is to bring the Batman down.
And so on this moonlit night
where wolf howls give you fright
and the birds they do not sing
only vultures circling
and Death's skull rides his horse
Hope's rays have gone off course.
The Joker dances in the street
odd cloven hooves for feet
to a dreadful dreary beat
no soul, just body heat.
And now Batman you must hear
the Joker's laughing jeer
you knew this time would come
to face the final drum.
And on the streets of Gotham today
underneath clouds cold and gray
the Batman met his end
a message to Robin one must send.
So Fate has shuffled his deck of cards
like mannequins at Mme. Toussard's
the Joker has beaten the Ace
woe betide Gotham's human race.
-A poem written by Dracul Van Helsing
on Wednesday, April 1st, 2009.
down there in the depths of Hell
where rats walk
and broken souls do dwell
sits the Joker
his grimacing smile a spell.
Like a spider rising from his web
he moves like a virtual Undead
oh, what a tale could be told
beneath his smile so eery bold
his eyes dark and shadowy
his laugh a demon's cacophony
his face white as the moon
his lips red like battlefields
covered on the Day of Doom.
His heart is a castle dark
devoid of life
or any spark
his sole mission now
is to bring the Batman down.
And so on this moonlit night
where wolf howls give you fright
and the birds they do not sing
only vultures circling
and Death's skull rides his horse
Hope's rays have gone off course.
The Joker dances in the street
odd cloven hooves for feet
to a dreadful dreary beat
no soul, just body heat.
And now Batman you must hear
the Joker's laughing jeer
you knew this time would come
to face the final drum.
And on the streets of Gotham today
underneath clouds cold and gray
the Batman met his end
a message to Robin one must send.
So Fate has shuffled his deck of cards
like mannequins at Mme. Toussard's
the Joker has beaten the Ace
woe betide Gotham's human race.
-A poem written by Dracul Van Helsing
on Wednesday, April 1st, 2009.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
On A Russian Sub Stationed Off Copenhagen
"How did you manage to commandeer a Russian sub?" asked Amadeus.
"I know a high-ranking official in the Russian Navy," Renfield replied, "I also commandeered one in the White Sea this past Wednesday night."
"The White Sea this past Wednesday night," Amadeus scratched his head, "wasn't that the same night of December 9th that strange lights appeared over much of Norway?".
"Yes, undoubtedly caused by that missile I fired at Osiris' portal to prevent him from arriving on Earth," Renfield answered.
"Osiris tried to come to Earth this past Wednesday December 9th?" Amadeus inquired.
"Yes, the boss' brother and brother-in-law tried to use a transdimensional portal near the star Sirius to return to Earth," answered the Corporate Chief of Security for the multi-millionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set.
"I find it confusing that Osiris is both the boss' brother and also brother-in-law," Amadeus scratched his chin thoughtfully.
"Just like the Paris-based vampiress Isis is both the boss' sister and also sister-in-law," Renfield answered, "of course that's what started this family feud. The fact that Isis chose to marry Osiris rather than Set."
"Brothers marrying sisters," Amadeus shook his head, "I don't know what to think about that."
"It was very big among ancient Egyptian royalty," Renfield peered through his binoculars, "it was a case of Incest- a game the whole family can play- to use a slogan Madison Avenue might coin on the subject."
"So, let me get this straight," Amadeus tried to recount this ancient Egyptian soap opera, "Isis married Osiris. Set killed and dismembered Osiris. Isis used the ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead to bring Osiris back from the dead and then mothered Horus afterwards. Set used a powerful Egyptian form of witchcraft to exile Osiris to a planet near the star Sirius. Horus captured Set, wrapped him in mummy clothes and buried him in a tomb that wasn't opened until some 3000 years later when the tomb of Set was opened in Egypt on November 11th 1918 at exactly 11:00 A.M. Greenwich mean time just as the First World War ended."
"That's right," Renfield nodded.
"And Isis keeps trying to find interdimensional portals to try to bring Osiris back?" Amadeus asked.
"Yep, but this was one Osiris found himself near the star Sirius," Renfield picked up a telescope and started to gaze with that, "but fortunately the boss's astronomers were watching carefully and calculated precisely the location where the interdimensional portal would try to open. I was quickly on scene to fire at the portal using a Russian intercontinental ballistic missile which of course prevented its opening."
"Do you suppose Osiris will ever find a way back successfully to Earth?" Amadeus inquired.
"Well according to secret meetings of 33rd Degree Freemasons that I've wiretapped, Osiris is supposed to return in the year 2012," Renfield gazed at the North Star.
"He is?" Amadeus looked surprised.
"Yes, various Masons have apparently prophecied Osiris' return in 2012 including the Worshipful Master of George Washington's Masonic lodge back in the late 18th Century," Renfield looked at the ship's compass.
"Isn't 2012 the year that Quetzalcoatl is also supposed to return?" Amadeus pulled out a magnet and started playing with it.
"Yes, according to a lot of modern interpreters of ancient Mayan prophecies as well as the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec who is Quetzalcoatl's high priestess and spiritual goddaughter," Renfield started hitting the ship's compass.
"But Quetzalcoatl was called Kukulkan by the ancient Mayans wasn't he?" Amadeus pulled out another magnet from his pocket.
"Yes, he's also called Jesus Christ by modern Mormons," Renfield pulled out a smaller compass from his own pocket.
"Really?" Amadeus looked quizzical.
"Yes, the Mormons believe that Quetzalcoatl was what Christ called himself when he supposedly visited the Americas according to Mormon Church teaching," Renfield started shaking his own personal compass.
"But Quetzalcoatl was a god to whom human sacrifices were performed wasn't he?" Amadeus asked.
"Yes, and now that more and more people are aware of that historical fact, Mormons no longer talk about that particular bit of their doctrine," Renfield started hitting his compass.
"So what are we currently doing here anchored off the waters of Copenhagen?" Amadeus queried.
"The boss is a bit paranoid that Osiris might still find a way to show up at the Copenhagen Summit on Climate Change and get the leaders of the world to acclaim him the divine head of a one world government," Renfield looked at the submarine's compass and then his own.
Amadeus walked away jingling the twenty odd toy magnets he had in his pocket which were prizes he found in children's cereal boxes.
To be continued.
Renfield knocks out a portal for Osiris over the White Sea on Wednesday, December 9th, 2009.
"I know a high-ranking official in the Russian Navy," Renfield replied, "I also commandeered one in the White Sea this past Wednesday night."
"The White Sea this past Wednesday night," Amadeus scratched his head, "wasn't that the same night of December 9th that strange lights appeared over much of Norway?".
"Yes, undoubtedly caused by that missile I fired at Osiris' portal to prevent him from arriving on Earth," Renfield answered.
"Osiris tried to come to Earth this past Wednesday December 9th?" Amadeus inquired.
"Yes, the boss' brother and brother-in-law tried to use a transdimensional portal near the star Sirius to return to Earth," answered the Corporate Chief of Security for the multi-millionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set.
"I find it confusing that Osiris is both the boss' brother and also brother-in-law," Amadeus scratched his chin thoughtfully.
"Just like the Paris-based vampiress Isis is both the boss' sister and also sister-in-law," Renfield answered, "of course that's what started this family feud. The fact that Isis chose to marry Osiris rather than Set."
"Brothers marrying sisters," Amadeus shook his head, "I don't know what to think about that."
"It was very big among ancient Egyptian royalty," Renfield peered through his binoculars, "it was a case of Incest- a game the whole family can play- to use a slogan Madison Avenue might coin on the subject."
"So, let me get this straight," Amadeus tried to recount this ancient Egyptian soap opera, "Isis married Osiris. Set killed and dismembered Osiris. Isis used the ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead to bring Osiris back from the dead and then mothered Horus afterwards. Set used a powerful Egyptian form of witchcraft to exile Osiris to a planet near the star Sirius. Horus captured Set, wrapped him in mummy clothes and buried him in a tomb that wasn't opened until some 3000 years later when the tomb of Set was opened in Egypt on November 11th 1918 at exactly 11:00 A.M. Greenwich mean time just as the First World War ended."
"That's right," Renfield nodded.
"And Isis keeps trying to find interdimensional portals to try to bring Osiris back?" Amadeus asked.
"Yep, but this was one Osiris found himself near the star Sirius," Renfield picked up a telescope and started to gaze with that, "but fortunately the boss's astronomers were watching carefully and calculated precisely the location where the interdimensional portal would try to open. I was quickly on scene to fire at the portal using a Russian intercontinental ballistic missile which of course prevented its opening."
"Do you suppose Osiris will ever find a way back successfully to Earth?" Amadeus inquired.
"Well according to secret meetings of 33rd Degree Freemasons that I've wiretapped, Osiris is supposed to return in the year 2012," Renfield gazed at the North Star.
"He is?" Amadeus looked surprised.
"Yes, various Masons have apparently prophecied Osiris' return in 2012 including the Worshipful Master of George Washington's Masonic lodge back in the late 18th Century," Renfield looked at the ship's compass.
"Isn't 2012 the year that Quetzalcoatl is also supposed to return?" Amadeus pulled out a magnet and started playing with it.
"Yes, according to a lot of modern interpreters of ancient Mayan prophecies as well as the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec who is Quetzalcoatl's high priestess and spiritual goddaughter," Renfield started hitting the ship's compass.
"But Quetzalcoatl was called Kukulkan by the ancient Mayans wasn't he?" Amadeus pulled out another magnet from his pocket.
"Yes, he's also called Jesus Christ by modern Mormons," Renfield pulled out a smaller compass from his own pocket.
"Really?" Amadeus looked quizzical.
"Yes, the Mormons believe that Quetzalcoatl was what Christ called himself when he supposedly visited the Americas according to Mormon Church teaching," Renfield started shaking his own personal compass.
"But Quetzalcoatl was a god to whom human sacrifices were performed wasn't he?" Amadeus asked.
"Yes, and now that more and more people are aware of that historical fact, Mormons no longer talk about that particular bit of their doctrine," Renfield started hitting his compass.
"So what are we currently doing here anchored off the waters of Copenhagen?" Amadeus queried.
"The boss is a bit paranoid that Osiris might still find a way to show up at the Copenhagen Summit on Climate Change and get the leaders of the world to acclaim him the divine head of a one world government," Renfield looked at the submarine's compass and then his own.
Amadeus walked away jingling the twenty odd toy magnets he had in his pocket which were prizes he found in children's cereal boxes.
To be continued.
Renfield knocks out a portal for Osiris over the White Sea on Wednesday, December 9th, 2009.
Irish-American Worshippers of Moloch
The statue of the ancient Ammonite-Canaanite-Phoenician god Moloch stood at the top of the hill and long lines of parents brought up their babies to be burnt.
The statue was made of bronze and its hands extended over a bronze brazier. The hands stretched out and the baby was put in its hands. The hands then placed the child into the burning fire of the brazier and as it did so, the limbs of the statue contracted and the mouth of the statue opened into a wide grin and laughed.
Dressed in robes of white and holding knives and likewise smiling and laughing at this spectacle were Rhode Island Congressman Patrick Kennedy and former Maryland Lieutenant-Governor Kathleen Kennedy Townsend.
"Hail Moloch," Congressman Kennedy and Lt.-Gov. Townsend thrust out their right arms in a "Heil Hitler"-like salute towards the statue.
Congressman Kennedy and Lt.-Gov. Townsend then grabbed the cooked remains of the babies from the other end of the brazier and started eating them and smacking their lips in sheer ecstatic orgiastic delight.
"Well done," Kathleen winked at the statue of Moloch in compliments to the statue's cooking skills and also in reference to how she liked her meat cooked.
"This is so much better than what we have to digest after one of those Transubstantiation moments that Thomas Aquinas wrote about," Congressman Kennedy guffawed as he chewed delectably on baby toes.
"Who's Thomas Aquinas?" his sleezebag airhead cousin asked as she swallowed down mouthfuls of baby liver and kidney with great delight.
"Somebody square old grandmother Rose used to talk about," Congressman Kennedy spat out a piece of baby ankle as his head rolled back in laughter and he reached for his goblet for another sip of wine.
Suddenly the earth rumbled and shook.
The ground split open and the bodies of unborn babies came out of the ground.
"What the -?" Before Congressman Patrick Kennedy could finish his sentence he was being burnt with saline solution and his arms and legs were being torn apart and sucked into a vacuum cleaner.
"It's my own personal choice," spoke the unborn baby holding the vacuum cleaner.
In the meantime, Kathleen Kennedy Townsend was having her ovaries ripped apart.
"To prevent you from becoming a female Cronus towards your own offspring," an unborn baby girl explained.
* * *
Amadeus Emanon was being awakened from his dream.
Renfield R. Renfield was shaking his shoulders.
"It looked as though you were having a nightmare," Renfield said, "although I personally enjoy being in nightmares myself."
"You do?" Amadeus asked.
"Yes, particularly other people's nightmares," Renfield winked at Amadeus before heading down to the basement dungeon on the multi-millionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set's estate where some chained and tied up people awaited the shapeshifting hamster and Chief of Corporate Security for Set Enterprises.
To be continued.
The statue was made of bronze and its hands extended over a bronze brazier. The hands stretched out and the baby was put in its hands. The hands then placed the child into the burning fire of the brazier and as it did so, the limbs of the statue contracted and the mouth of the statue opened into a wide grin and laughed.
Dressed in robes of white and holding knives and likewise smiling and laughing at this spectacle were Rhode Island Congressman Patrick Kennedy and former Maryland Lieutenant-Governor Kathleen Kennedy Townsend.
"Hail Moloch," Congressman Kennedy and Lt.-Gov. Townsend thrust out their right arms in a "Heil Hitler"-like salute towards the statue.
Congressman Kennedy and Lt.-Gov. Townsend then grabbed the cooked remains of the babies from the other end of the brazier and started eating them and smacking their lips in sheer ecstatic orgiastic delight.
"Well done," Kathleen winked at the statue of Moloch in compliments to the statue's cooking skills and also in reference to how she liked her meat cooked.
"This is so much better than what we have to digest after one of those Transubstantiation moments that Thomas Aquinas wrote about," Congressman Kennedy guffawed as he chewed delectably on baby toes.
"Who's Thomas Aquinas?" his sleezebag airhead cousin asked as she swallowed down mouthfuls of baby liver and kidney with great delight.
"Somebody square old grandmother Rose used to talk about," Congressman Kennedy spat out a piece of baby ankle as his head rolled back in laughter and he reached for his goblet for another sip of wine.
Suddenly the earth rumbled and shook.
The ground split open and the bodies of unborn babies came out of the ground.
"What the -?" Before Congressman Patrick Kennedy could finish his sentence he was being burnt with saline solution and his arms and legs were being torn apart and sucked into a vacuum cleaner.
"It's my own personal choice," spoke the unborn baby holding the vacuum cleaner.
In the meantime, Kathleen Kennedy Townsend was having her ovaries ripped apart.
"To prevent you from becoming a female Cronus towards your own offspring," an unborn baby girl explained.
* * *
Amadeus Emanon was being awakened from his dream.
Renfield R. Renfield was shaking his shoulders.
"It looked as though you were having a nightmare," Renfield said, "although I personally enjoy being in nightmares myself."
"You do?" Amadeus asked.
"Yes, particularly other people's nightmares," Renfield winked at Amadeus before heading down to the basement dungeon on the multi-millionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set's estate where some chained and tied up people awaited the shapeshifting hamster and Chief of Corporate Security for Set Enterprises.
To be continued.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Sherlock Holmes
This is the trailer for the new Sherlock Holmes movie that stars Robert Downey Jr. as Sherlock Homes, Jude Law as Doctor Watson and Rachel McAdams as Irene Adler. The movie is to be released Christmas Day of this year.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Christmas Is Easy When Love's Around
Shortly before Christmas last year Tey Punsalan (aka TeyMusic) one of my friends at YouTube (whom I had befriended a couple of years before she had become a rapidly rising talent in the U.S. music industry) had a contest in which the winner could receive for free her latest CD which had for its cover song a song which Tey wrote herself- Christmas Is Easy When Love's Around.
Tey notified me about the contest through a personal email she sent me.
All I had to do was write on the topic why Christmas Is Easy When Love's Around, submit it and it would be judged by a couple of judges at an internet web-based radio station that Tey was doing some promotional work for.
So I sat down and wrote my own personal essay on the subject of her song and emailed it back to her.
I didn't win the contest but Tey thought it was an excellent piece of writing just the same.
So seeing as how we're now only a few weeks away from Christmas, I thought I'd post this entry here at Blogger.
This is from my November 26th, 2008 email to Tey:
Hi Tey:
Well I don't know! lol! That seems like a hard topic to write about... why Christmas is easy when love's around. But I'll give it a shot.
I suppose it's the stories and movies associated with Christmas which gives one the feeling that Christmas is easy when love's around.
Particularly reading Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol or watching the 1951 movie version Scrooge with Alistair Sims.
It seems all the Christmasses that Scrooge spent alone or spent being mean to others weren't either happy or easy Christmasses for him.
It was only when he allowed himself to love or be loved that Christmas became happy and meaningful to him.
And that seems to be the message behind a lot of movies that come out during the Christmas season- Christmas is only easy and a joy to behold when love is truly in the air.
One of my favourite movies this decade has been the film Love Actually that starred Hugh Grant.
I love that movie!
And it's set against the background of the Christmas season. And in all the stories they told in that film which ended up being interconnected with one another at the end, that seemed to be the overriding message- Christmas is easy and becomes a time of joy when love's around.
And as the film showed it need not only be romantic love that makes Christmas special- it can be that love that's known as friendship.
That was seen in the story in the film of the aging rock star played by Bill Nighy who earns the Christmas #1 song hit in the UK for that Christmas singing a song Christmas Is All Around (which is a paraphrase of the lovely song Love Is All Around from the movie Four Weddings And A Funeral).
It turns out that the Bill Nighy character Billy Mack does win that coveted Christmas #1 spot on the UK music charts.
And one of his rewards is to be invited to Sir Elton John's Christmas Eve party- something Billy relishes.
But his longtime manager- the one who helped Billy get to the top of the charts the first time around- and even harder got Billy to the top of the charts again when his career seemed to be on the decline- isn't invited to join Billy at Sir Elton John's party.
And so the manager- Billy's only real true friend- it looks like he's going to be spending Christmas Eve alone in his tiny apartment.
And then Billy shows up at his door. For at Sir Elton John's party, it dawns on Billy what Christmas is really all about. It's about love and friendship. And how can he spend Christmas Eve with people who are really only acquaintances and not true friends?
He comes to his manager's apartment to spend Christmas Eve with his true friend.
Sometimes one can be alone and not feel lonely.
Sometimes one can be in a crowd and feel terribly alone.
It depends on one's mindset- one's frame of mind- and one is happiest when love is around.
One may be standing alone in the moonlight on a snowy night gazing at the icicles hanging from the trees over a frozen pond.
And one may not feel alone.
For when you come back from your walk, you return to a house of a cozy fireside and singing and happiness and joy with friends and family and loved ones.
On the other hand, one could be on a dance floor in a wild party and look around and see overindulgence in alcohol and plenty of kissing and flirting but no real meaning behind it- only the effects of lust and too much drink. One stares around at the crowd at the party and one does not see a genuinely friendly face. Only a gathering of people who "want to use you'. And one feels so terribly alone.
2000 years ago in a stable, a child is born. Seemingly alone. With only the breath of animals for warmth.
But the Child looks up and sees love.
Sees love shining radiantly in the eyes of His mother.
Sees love reflected in the eyes of His foster father.
And the Child smiles.
At the same time, Caesar Augustus presides over a banquet in Rome. He receives many smiles and salutes at the banquet.
But towards the end of the evening, as he stares at his own reflection in the bottom of an empty chalice of what seconds ago held wine, Augustus the Ruler of the World pauses.
People smile and bow to him.
But do they care about him- Octavian Caesar the person?
Or do they only see him for his position- Caesar Augustus- Emperor?
And Caesar Augustus- ruler of the world and god of this particular age- presiding over a huge banquet attended by hundreds- feels so terribly alone.
What a difference the feeling of love can make in any situation.
And it's for this reason- Christmas is easy when love is around.
Tey notified me about the contest through a personal email she sent me.
All I had to do was write on the topic why Christmas Is Easy When Love's Around, submit it and it would be judged by a couple of judges at an internet web-based radio station that Tey was doing some promotional work for.
So I sat down and wrote my own personal essay on the subject of her song and emailed it back to her.
I didn't win the contest but Tey thought it was an excellent piece of writing just the same.
So seeing as how we're now only a few weeks away from Christmas, I thought I'd post this entry here at Blogger.
This is from my November 26th, 2008 email to Tey:
Hi Tey:
Well I don't know! lol! That seems like a hard topic to write about... why Christmas is easy when love's around. But I'll give it a shot.
I suppose it's the stories and movies associated with Christmas which gives one the feeling that Christmas is easy when love's around.
Particularly reading Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol or watching the 1951 movie version Scrooge with Alistair Sims.
It seems all the Christmasses that Scrooge spent alone or spent being mean to others weren't either happy or easy Christmasses for him.
It was only when he allowed himself to love or be loved that Christmas became happy and meaningful to him.
And that seems to be the message behind a lot of movies that come out during the Christmas season- Christmas is only easy and a joy to behold when love is truly in the air.
One of my favourite movies this decade has been the film Love Actually that starred Hugh Grant.
I love that movie!
And it's set against the background of the Christmas season. And in all the stories they told in that film which ended up being interconnected with one another at the end, that seemed to be the overriding message- Christmas is easy and becomes a time of joy when love's around.
And as the film showed it need not only be romantic love that makes Christmas special- it can be that love that's known as friendship.
That was seen in the story in the film of the aging rock star played by Bill Nighy who earns the Christmas #1 song hit in the UK for that Christmas singing a song Christmas Is All Around (which is a paraphrase of the lovely song Love Is All Around from the movie Four Weddings And A Funeral).
It turns out that the Bill Nighy character Billy Mack does win that coveted Christmas #1 spot on the UK music charts.
And one of his rewards is to be invited to Sir Elton John's Christmas Eve party- something Billy relishes.
But his longtime manager- the one who helped Billy get to the top of the charts the first time around- and even harder got Billy to the top of the charts again when his career seemed to be on the decline- isn't invited to join Billy at Sir Elton John's party.
And so the manager- Billy's only real true friend- it looks like he's going to be spending Christmas Eve alone in his tiny apartment.
And then Billy shows up at his door. For at Sir Elton John's party, it dawns on Billy what Christmas is really all about. It's about love and friendship. And how can he spend Christmas Eve with people who are really only acquaintances and not true friends?
He comes to his manager's apartment to spend Christmas Eve with his true friend.
Sometimes one can be alone and not feel lonely.
Sometimes one can be in a crowd and feel terribly alone.
It depends on one's mindset- one's frame of mind- and one is happiest when love is around.
One may be standing alone in the moonlight on a snowy night gazing at the icicles hanging from the trees over a frozen pond.
And one may not feel alone.
For when you come back from your walk, you return to a house of a cozy fireside and singing and happiness and joy with friends and family and loved ones.
On the other hand, one could be on a dance floor in a wild party and look around and see overindulgence in alcohol and plenty of kissing and flirting but no real meaning behind it- only the effects of lust and too much drink. One stares around at the crowd at the party and one does not see a genuinely friendly face. Only a gathering of people who "want to use you'. And one feels so terribly alone.
2000 years ago in a stable, a child is born. Seemingly alone. With only the breath of animals for warmth.
But the Child looks up and sees love.
Sees love shining radiantly in the eyes of His mother.
Sees love reflected in the eyes of His foster father.
And the Child smiles.
At the same time, Caesar Augustus presides over a banquet in Rome. He receives many smiles and salutes at the banquet.
But towards the end of the evening, as he stares at his own reflection in the bottom of an empty chalice of what seconds ago held wine, Augustus the Ruler of the World pauses.
People smile and bow to him.
But do they care about him- Octavian Caesar the person?
Or do they only see him for his position- Caesar Augustus- Emperor?
And Caesar Augustus- ruler of the world and god of this particular age- presiding over a huge banquet attended by hundreds- feels so terribly alone.
What a difference the feeling of love can make in any situation.
And it's for this reason- Christmas is easy when love is around.
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