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February 3, 2025
goodbye lullaby
why does it excite you to see people cry?
why do you cheer to see them hurt and in pain?
why do you thrill to know so many will die?
if a stranger beat you, you would protest,
but strangers brought low brings a gleam to your eye?
could it be because you’re not very nice?
could it be because you’re the bad guy?
February 1, 2025
The world is so much more fascinating and complicated than you think
Trans women are women.
Trans men are men.
Nonbinary people are people.
You have been sold a strawman (an extreme hypothetical that is a lie) scapegoat, with the exact same arguments used against gay, lesbian, and bisexual people twenty years ago, to less success, but they’ve continued trying and will likely be more successful going forward.
We are watching trans and intersex people be erased simply because a few people find the idea icky, and that makes it easier to legislate their rights—the same rights over changing their bodies through hormones and surgery that cis people enjoy—away.
I find the idea of people not washing their hands icky. That doesn’t mean taking a machete to unclean people’s hands.
“Once you decide that a single vulnerable minority can be sacrificed, you’re operating within a fascist logic. That means there might be a second one you’re willing to sacrifice and a third, a fourth. Then what happens?” -Judith Butler
January 31, 2025
Salt the earth, gentlemen: Friday Update
I’m sorry, I just can’t.
News:
I won joint 3rd place with “Delirium” at the Crystal Lake Shallow Waters flash fiction contest this month.
I’m trying to get back into playing piano to help with some of my cognitive issues. Anhedonia is a helluva drug, and my sightreading is really rusty, but I’m adjusting.
Works in Progress:
Still working on the Dracula reimagining. I have good days and bad days. I’m about two-thirds of the way through.
Books I’m Reading:
The Fisherman by John Langan
Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
Things I’m Listening To:
Agnes Obel
Fleurie
Joy Oladokun
Lily Kershaw
Odessa
Patty Griffin
Ruelle
Things I’m Watching:
Angels in the Outfield
Hannibal series
Will Trent series
Celebrity Jeopardy series
Grey’s Anatomy series
The Equalizer series
Found series
The Irrational series
Abbott Elementary series
Home Town series
White Collar series
NCIS series
Columbo series
Poem of the Week:
a great and terrible null,
the vast expanse of shadow
ripping into something darker
than space, a yawning chasm
as fierce as though it has teeth.
gaze into your abyss, false prophets,
for this is the end that you conjured.
is it as righteous as you thought?
January 24, 2025
Poring over front pages: Friday Update
News:
“Delirium” should appear in a few days on the Crystal Lake Patreon for the month’s Liminal Spaces Shallow Waters contest, voting a few days after that, if you want to enjoy a month’s worth of liminal flash fiction horror.
I had some good news that fell through because I withdrew, so I’m still reeling a bit from that.
Works in Progress:
I continue editing the Dracula retelling, but as anticipated, the inauguration inaugurated a great deal of distraction and fear, which is not conducive to productivity. I hope to finish it before the end of the month, but I won’t at the present pace.
Given that the future I thought we were going to have in a reasonable world is gone, I’ve lost a lot of urge to publish and gained a greater urge to hunker down and just write my things until the world makes sense to me again. I don’t know when that’s going to be.
I’ll have things to put in the WIP section of my updates. I’ll finish the Meridian series. I’ll still put out A Nightmare for All Seasons, maybe other poetry collections in the future, because they have the lowest of stakes. If a submission call crosses my path, and something I’ve written or that I have an idea for fits, I’ll take it. I enjoy doing the Shallow Waters prompts. But I don’t think I’ll be in an almighty desperate rush to be read or to try to make a living off of this anymore.
That future is gone. For now.
Books I’m Reading:
The Fisherman by John Langan
Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
Sister, Maiden, Monster by Lucy A. Snyder (finished)
Things I’m Listening To:
Fleurie
Lykke Li
Lily Kershaw
Ruelle/Maggie Eckford
Things I’m Watching:
Moana
Knives Out
Brilliant Minds series (finished)
Hannibal series
Will Trent series
Celebrity Jeopardy series
Grey’s Anatomy series
The Equalizer series
Found series
The Irrational series
Abbott Elementary series
Home Town series
White Collar series
NCIS series
CSI series
CSI: NY series
Columbo series
Broadchurch series
Poem of the Week:
ghost haunting the organ sewn in place of your own,
echo of DNA memory, the graft of a soul
hitchhiking in yours for a while. see, feel things
not your own. honoring that which gave you life again
won’t hurt. two hearts in symbiosis on borrowed time.
January 20, 2025
Kaleidoscope Eyed
I love the vast and varied weirdness of humans,
Our bodies and brains, how they change,
How we make them change, how they stay the same,
How we make them stay the same, and how
Things sometimes move fast or slow or out of our hands.
I love color and hair and clothes and shoes and dancing
And food and jewels and the shelters we build.
I love our resourcefulness and thumbs, creativity
On screens and pages and canvas, skin-deep and deeper.
I love glasses and prosthetics and implants and grafts,
Pacemakers and sutures, additions, removals,
I love hormones and mutations and bursts of bright colors
In a PET scan. I love our differences and beg
That we resist demonization into homogenization.
We are part of our own creation. We were made
To sew clothes and make bread and carve canes
And amputate limbs. We are born incomplete so that we may
Color in our own lines—or outside of them, if we prefer.
Homo sapiens suspicion is the reason why we’re what’s left
Of the hominids, with leftovers in our DNA; the reason
Why we resist and war against difference, battling
Ever false Uncanny Valley, even as we schism, split,
And spin in new directions to new beats, new songs.
Even as we repeat old rhythms, like a fugue,
We make a beautiful new melody. Please, please, please,
Do not cut the songs short from fear, from lies
Created to justify the reaction. Listen to the music
Instead and see if it’s something you can snap to.
January 17, 2025
Another brick in the wall: Friday Update
News:
Under my other name, Book & Candle (Meridian Book 5)—a witch forms a conditional alliance with a veteran demon hunter to find her friend, who was taken by succubi—is available for preorder. This one involves contractual obligations, itching spells, and older characters, though still a significant age gap. It was great fun to write a powerful character in an unusually vulnerable position, and I hope it’s just as enjoyable to read.
My horror poem “Dunce,” about a child forgotten in a corner, is available to read for free in Memento Mori Magazine‘s free newsletter, Morsus Vitae, here.
Had a doctor’s check-up and had a long talk (which I greatly appreciated) to determine where I go from here this year on my health journey. I don’t anticipate the blood tests will show much improvement in my problem areas, unfortunately, but at least I have a path to take for some of my other issues that I can’t afford to push off much longer, even if I hope they’re not something too bad. Based on prior experience, I’m probably fine (in the sense that my issues won’t harm me, even if they’re not the most fun things in the world), but your body’s warranty runs out at thirty-five, so I can’t lean on that assumption anymore.
Whether or not I’m successful at finishing up the DRI and Masque edits before the end of the month, I’ll be signing up to work for Instacart. The gig economy is not ideal, of course, but I need money flowing in instead of out (not least to cover medical costs), and I actually like grocery shopping, so it may be a good fit. I’ll be easing into it in February, figuring out my best schedule and hopefully not venturing too far from home.
Works in Progress:
I was supposed to start editing the Dracula reimagining, but I’m having a hard time focusing. I’ll be trying again today and shooting for finishing in a week and a half or less. Honestly, though, I’m not sure what the inauguration is going to do to me.
However, I did manage to write two pieces of flash, both of which got sent out to their respective submission calls in good shape, so it was still a productive week.
Books I’m Reading:
The Fisherman by John Langan
Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
Sister, Maiden, Monster by Lucy A. Snyder
Things I’m Listening To:
Christmas playlist
Dracula soundtracks
Things I’m Watching:
101 Dalmatians (1996)
102 Dalmatians
Grotesquerie series (finished)
Celebrity Jeopardy series
Grey’s Anatomy series
The Equalizer series
Found series
The Irrational series
Abbott Elementary series
Home Town series
White Collar series
NCIS series
CSI series
CSI: NY series
Columbo series
Broadchurch series
Poem of the Week:
there aren’t as many stars
anymore i have to squint
to see more than haze
or shadow on the moon
maybe it’s how much i drink
or the long long days
maybe i’m just tired
or maybe the sun wants to sleep
come inside my darling
the light is getting dim
January 10, 2025
Snowed in: Friday Update
Oh yeah, it’s Friday. Sorry, been snowed in since yesterday, so time has no meaning. And this is Texas, so snowed in pretty much means that there is snow or ice and it’s sticking, so Amanda doesn’t go outside in it. Amanda doesn’t do wet cold.
News:
I’m back in the Shallow Waters contest at the Crystal Lake Patreon ($5/month tiers and up). This month’s theme is Liminal Spaces, and my story, “Delirium,” comes out around January 29, the second to the last in a group of 20 pieces of flash fiction. Join us if you like bite-sized themed horror fiction.
Preorders for WriteHive’s cozy speculative anthology Rescuing Curiosity are open now, coming out March 6. My story, “Marginalia,” is part of this one. I rarely write cozy or stories set in the future, so this was out of my comfort zone twice.
Works in Progress:
I finished the first edit/rewrite round of Masque two days ago, taking the story from 110,972 words (including about 4K words of notes and outline) to 97,811 words, which is a perfectly respectable number. So that’s the first rounds of the Dracula reimagining and Masque done and dusted. I’m taking a few days off to do a few smaller things before diving back in. The submission call I anticipated isn’t open, so I’m not in a hurry to meet a hard deadline by end of the month.
The last two days, I’ve been furiously working on getting A Nightmare for All Seasons for publication, including purchasing an affordable cover, reading the poems out loud to make sure they’re right, writing the introduction and the back cover copy, creating graphics for the main title page and section title pages (which I’ve never done before, and I’m really proud of myself for doing through Canva for free, even though they’re basic; it takes the book to the next level and emphasizes that these are five discrete sections), and meticulously formatting the uploaded document in Atticus (which had already paid for itself before this). Atticus is set up for prose, not poetry, so it’s fiddly, but I’m really happy with the end result.
I’m waiting on getting the cover back, and I have to also wait on some outstanding poems on sub, because I didn’t know I was going to include Lullabies for an Apocalypse in the collection when I sent those poems out. At this point, I’m hoping I can self-publish this sometime in February if I receive rejections. Longer, though, if something’s accepted and I have to account for exclusive rights. Yes, if someone’s willing to pay me for poetry, damn right I’m delaying for a pet project few people are going to read. Either way, it’ll be ready. I should set it up in the Poetry/Short Story page tomorrow.
Through the weekend, I think I’ll work on a few flash fiction pieces on the docket. Then I should be able to start on second-round edits for the Dracula reimagining.
Books I’m Reading:
The Fisherman by John Langan
Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
Sister, Maiden, Monster by Lucy A. Snyder
Things I’m Listening To:
Christmas playlist (finally got through the whole collection, which is a lot, and now I’ve got it on random until I start working on the Dracula reimagining again)
Things I’m Watching:
Miracle on 34th Street (1947)
A Charlie Brown Christmas
Jumanji
I Saw the TV Glow
The Holiday
Barbie
Murder, She Wrote: The Celtic Riddle
Wishmaster 3: Beyond the Gates of Hell
Glass Onion
Wishmaster 4: The Prophecy Fulfilled
Prince of Darkness
Brilliant Minds series
Found series
The Irrational series
Abbott Elementary series
Home Town series
Longmire series (finished)
Great British Baking Show: Holiday Edition series (finished)
Monk series (Season 6 finished for New Year’s binge watch)
Columbo series
CSI: NY series
S.W.A.T. series
Poem of the Week:
take care not to offend
your friendly neighborhood
coven of witches
lest your foolishness
burst from you like stuffing
and leave you in stitches
December 31, 2024
Resolute (7)
I think I’ve figured out that I just don’t like birthdays and the end of the year for the same reason. I don’t like looking back and feeling like I’m not where I want to be, nor do I like looking forward and not seeing much better there either. Although I have reverse SAD rather than regular SAD, I am a little affected by the extra darkness, especially when we’ve had gloomy weather, too. Maybe less light makes me less optimistic in general. Of course, there are other reasons why I feel like I’m holding my breath when I look ahead. Not going to go into it. I’m doing my best to cope, although my best still isn’t great.
(CW for this paragraph: Weight issues) I feel like, although I’ve been able to get back into movement and exercise, which is good, I’m in a losing war with my weight. I had to do insane amounts of high-resistance elliptical to even make a dent before, but prior to the leg injury in 2023, weight was already starting to creep back up. Since college, I’ve gained and lost significant amounts of weight four times, and this most recent weight gain is fifth. My brain is tired of self-denial and categorically refuses to give up certain things when it’s already given up so much; plus, FOMO when I worry that certain things aren’t going to be available to the same degree in the future. And I am tired of being at constant odds with my body. Before the injury, I feel like my body and I had reached a kind of detente, because I could say that at least I was strong and my blood tests said I was healthy. Detente ended around this time last year when I had gained back all the weight from not being able to exercise. It’s been a long struggle, frustrating because you can never just go back to the way you were eating before. You always have to give up more and more and more, and the goalposts of what you can achieve always move.
However, this time last year, I was still injured and healing, still limping, still in pain. Today, I’m walking mostly normal, if a little chaotically when I’m stiff. Still a slight limp sometimes, but no more pain. The main injury has (perhaps irreparably) weakened the leg, though, so I can’t up the resistance on the elliptical without causing strain in the compensating muscles. Even so, walking without pain and able to do cardio and play a full-movement game like pickle ball (which I started with neighbors this year) are all improvements.
My writing sabbatical was only supposed to last one year, but inability to find a new job made it last another. Election Day took some serious wind out of my ability to write, so I had to scrap a few end-of-year plans, and the stress of not finding a job at the beginning of the year surely contributed to my issues with writing what eventually became Tooth & Claw (Meridian Book 7). Naive little me really thought that, because I knew I was capable, I would be able to find a job in a few months, and it’s tremendously humbling and somewhat humiliating to not be able to. In the new year, I’ll probably have to join the gig economy, but I really need money flowing in, and after twenty years in the writing business, it’s still really not coming from that quarter.
In 2024, I made a little more than half what I made writing in 2023. It was a three-figure year. Some of that isn’t on me. The indie horror scene contracted significantly, thanks to billionaires behaving badly: Amazon removed its zine subscription service, which killed all but the biggest zines that were able to cobble together subscriptions in other ways; Musk bought and tanked Twitter; and gen AI overwhelmed submission calls (and their slush readers) with unsolicited slop. (I imagine the banning of TikTok will also have a significant market effect, because BookTok was a big viral push for word-of-mouth marketing, but I don’t hang out there personally.) There were also generally fewer calls from shuttering indie presses. Too many hungry writers (layoffs and post-lockdown changes likely played a role), and not enough well-paid opportunities. Like the job market in general. The indie horror boom is probably over, for now.
Some of it was on me, though, because I focused on writing long-form this year rather than producing new short-form stories, including writing for specific calls. Variety is good for me, so that wasn’t really my fault so much as a consequence of my 2024 plan. However, I did publish the following short stories:
“Hell Come Home,” Shallow Waters Flash Fiction 2nd place winner, Crystal Lake Entertainment, February 9, 2024
“Full,” Shallow Waters Flash Fiction 2nd place winner, Crystal Lake Entertainment, March 19, 2024
“Indigestion,” The Last Girls Club Spring Equinox 2024 issue, March 21, 2024
“Graphite,” The Pleasure in Pain: A Queer Horrotica Anthology, Dragon’s Roost Press, March 31, 2024
“Eye Spy,” Shallow Waters Flash Fiction finalist, Crystal Lake Entertainment, April 13, 2024
“The Glitter of Bile,” Cosmic Horror Monthly Issue 47, May 1, 2024
“Second Chance,” Shallow Waters Flash Fiction finalist, Crystal Lake Entertainment, May 12, 2024
“Snot,” Shallow Waters Flash Fiction 3rd place winner, Crystal Lake Entertainment, July 22, 2024 (as “Sea Snot”)
“Predatory,” Shallow Waters Flash Fiction finalist, Crystal Lake Entertainment, August 22, 2024
“Nuisance Notifications,” Found 2: More Stories of Found Footage Horror, edited by Gabino Iglesias and Andrew Cull, October 25, 2024
“Six,” Screams, edited by Judith Sonnet, December 1, 2024
“Hell Come Home,” Hotel Macabre, Vol. 1, Crystal Lake Entertainment, December 13, 2024
I would say that “Hell Come Home” is probably my best received short story this year, although “Graphite” and “Six” also got some attention.
I also sold some great poetry this year:
“Cleanse,” Querencia Press Winter 2024 issue, January 31, 2024
“All of Us Witches,” Small Wonders Magazine Issue 12, June 19, 2024
“Vernal,” Renascentum: Crow Calls Volume VI, July 15, 2024
“Keeping Secrets,” Breath & Shadow Volume 21, Issue 2, December 13, 2024
“All of Us Witches” is probably the best received, and I was really happy that it found a place. For the volume submitted, poetry is probably the hardest to sell.
In addition, the following novels came out in 2024:
Strange & Familiar, Meridian Book 3, Totally Bound Publishing, January 16, 2024 (as Aurelia T. Evans)
Question Not My Salt, Crystal Lake Entertainment, February 16, 2024
Crooked House, Thorns Book 5, self-published, September 7, 2024
Avarice & Creed, Meridian Book 4, Totally Bound Publishing, October 1, 2024 (as Aurelia T. Evans)
Question Not My Salt was my first traditionally published novel under this name, and it’s been more reviewed than anything else I’ve done. Despite the fact that it’s extreme horror (mild for extreme, but extreme for regular horror), it’s also been mostly well reviewed; it seems like people have had gross fun with it.
Crooked House was the soft ending for Thorns, in that, if I died without putting out another book, the series would end with a satisfying resolution. Thorns has been an amazing series for me, allows me to go to the dark places and do the kinds of stories I’ve always wanted to do, and to play around within the fairy tale sandbox. I had planned to resume the Thorns series in 2025, but that will depend on my ability to, you know, write. Even so, I’m looking forward to the Thorns still to come.
Strange & Familiar and Avarice & Creed brought my gothic urban fantasy series Meridian to its halfway point. There’s something about my green-colored books under my Aurelia T. Evans name. Avarice & Creed, Skeletons, Cry Wolf… They’re kind of my low-key favorites, although my red-colored books (Fortune, Ringmaster, Strange & Familiar) are more obviously so.
I’m not going to do an analysis of my short-form acceptance rate this year, because when I checked in July, acceptance rate was about 1-2%, compared to 7-8% in 2023, and it didn’t really improve through the rest of the year. You can hope for improvement, but you can’t really set goals to be published more, because you actually have no control on the traditional publication side of things, only in what you finish. But like I said earlier, I also mostly worked on long-form, which is often a lot of work for less likely reward, and the whole process from creation to publication (if it even happens) takes such a long time—the very definition of working on spec.
This year, I wrote 14 short stories, and of course, I wrote a ton of poetry until November, when I had no more poetry left in me, and that still hasn’t come back. I may return to flash poetry in January 2025 to test those waters.
I also finished the following long-form stories/collections:
Tooth & Claw, Meridian Book 7, erotic gothic urban fantasy novel (possibly end of series)
May Cooler Heads Prevail, supernatural novella
A Nightmare for All Seasons, seasonal horror poetry collection
Masque, gothic alt-history novel
The Damp, gothic horror novella
The Dracula reimagining, found-footage/modern epistolary horror novel
(I’m not being coy by not sharing the DRI title. It’s just a bit spoilery about the concept, so I don’t want to share it until it’s going to be published, traditionally or on my own.)
Writing Masque and the Dracula reimagining were serious bucket-list novels, things I had played with the idea of for over a decade, so the fact I wrote them because I was finally ready, and I like what came out, is really an achievement. I really wanted to write one more long thing this year, like I said, but that ended up a bust. I edited a good number of my long-form pieces, though. Some of them are on sub; some are waiting for the right call.
For now, I have plenty of things to edit before I absolutely need to attempt writing something new in 2025. In January, my primary goal is to finish the edits of Masque and the Dracula reimagining. As soon as that’s done, I’ll self-publish my seasonal horror poetry collection, A Nightmare for All Seasons, to which I’m adding a new season: the last, with my short collection Lullabies for an Apocalypse. Then I’ll edit Tattered & Torn (Meridian Book 6) and probably fix and proof May Cooler Heads Prevail for self-publishing.
At that point, I have a number of things I can do, depending on ability and finances. There’s more edits, there’s short-form writing, there’s shorter long-form, and there are any number of sequels to tackle (for Thorns, UA, possibly Meridian), not to mention the rewrite of War House that I keep putting off. I have a general schedule set, but it’s flexible, as always. I could also do other creative endeavors, like drawing, piano, or cross-stitch.
All of this presuming that things don’t blow up as much as I’m worried they will. I’m bracing for impact; just because I can’t sustain paralyzing fear indefinitely doesn’t mean the fear isn’t there, and bad. Hope is certainly in short supply.
December 28, 2024
The Trial
(Here’s a poetry gift for you at the end of 2024.)
You stand before God.
You stand before man.
And we ask you
to make us understand
how a sweet little girl
could derail the divine plan
with a smile, as only
a good little girl can.
You put me on trial
for such slight indiscretion.
Have a little fun,
They call it demonic possession,
set a trial, and demand
an instant confession.
Snuff it out,
a good girl’s unseemly aggression,
at least until good girl
has learned her sweet lesson.
Pinafore days
and petticoat nights,
you skipped and you sang,
a good child’s delights.
When darkness falls
a good child sleeps tight,
succumbs not to the shadows.
There’s something not right.
You act as though
you’ve never squinted before
against light breaking through
that you cannot ignore.
But there’s more in
bad light for good men to deplore,
and there’s more than
bad faith for a child to explore.
I don’t want to be blinded
by your light anymore.
We have doctors for you,
and family and priests.
The healing must begin.
Grant us that much at least.
There’s teaching to be done,
prayers never ceased.
Would you serve angels
or the wilder Beast?
Show me the wild,
and I’ll show you a heart.
I’ll fight tooth and nail,
tear my sweet life apart.
I know I’m too cruel,
and I know I’m too smart.
A blood smear’s a painting,
and good dying’s an art.
Afterlife’s for the dead.
Let me live, for a start.
They held me back.
I had no other choice.
If they could, they would have
stolen my eyes and my voice,
dressed me up in doll clothes
like a toddler’s toys—
no escape, not a whisper,
not the slightest little noise,
hobbled feet and bound hands.
Would you do that to boys?
Say I’m a beast. Shut me down.
Call me to grave submission.
But I offer you now
this bad girl’s admonition:
If I plead my fair guilt
of my own bald admission,
I’ll show none of your
recommended contrition
but condemn you in your
own hysterical condition.
Two braids and a curl
do not need your branded permission.
Shut your mouth, bend your knees
to this pinafore perdition.
For a woman never forgets,
and a girl is never forgiven.
December 27, 2024
What year is it?: Friday Update
News:
No news this week, but I do want to remind you, post Winter Solstice, that if you want erotic horror romance with Nosferatu vibes following your viewing of Eggers’ gorgeous gothic masterpiece (saw it yesterday as a Christmas gift to myself, loved it, precisely my thing), I wrote wintery gothic trilogy Nocturnal Creatures under my other name. You can get the giant doorstop omnibus paperback or the omnibus ebook. The paperback is admittedly expensive due to its size, but the ebook is an eminently reasonable discount for the three novels, Longest Night, Beasts, and Grayling.
It’s vampire/werewolf high dark fantasy (with forced marriage, monster romance, and an enchanted gothic castle), Beauty and the Beast meets Dracula (I’m nothing if not consistent), and I’m really proud of it. So if you need something to warm these longest nights, Nocturnal Creatures may be right up your alley.
Works in Progress:
I’m still rewriting/editing Masque. It’s taking longer than I’d like because of the retyping, even though that’s the process. It feels like I’m going so fast, and then I really I’m only about a third through. However, one good thing is that I’m really not changing much where I don’t outright rewrite.
I’m heading into delayed holidays with family, my period’s on my doorstep, add into that the weirdness of the week between Christmas and New Year’s and the impending darkness of next year, and this liminal space seems extra liminal.
I’ll continue working on Masque to the end of the year and hope I cross the halfway point, and I’ll have my Resolute post out for you on New Year’s. It wasn’t the most financially successful of years, but notable things still happened, and I have to remember that. I think I’ll share another longer poem as well, my gift to you.
Books I’m Reading:
The Fisherman by John Langan
Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
Sister, Maiden, Monster by Lucy A. Snyder
Things I’m Listening To:
Christmas playlist
Things I’m Watching:
How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000)
Legion (it’s a Christmas movie)
Klaus
Holidate
Hot Frosty
Single All the Way
The Muppet Christmas Carol
Black Christmas (1974)
Mickey’s Christmas Carol
The Santa Clause
It’s a Wonderful Life
Nosferatu (2024)
The Christmas Cookie Showdown series (finished)
Holiday Wars series (finished)
Elsbeth series
Ghosts (US) series
Longmire series
Columbo series
CSI: NY series
S.W.A.T. series
