Green Lantern (vol.3) #109 (February, 1999)
"Ghost of Christmas Past"
Writer - Ron Marz
Pencils - Paul Pelletier
Inks - Terry Austin
Color - Rob Schwager
Letters - Chris Eliopoulos
Editor - Kevin Dooley
Cover Price: $1.99
Well, we've made it... today is the last day of our Christmas on Infinite Earths... in July special event week thing. For anybody who's interested, you can check out all the Holiday issues covered this week by clicking here.
I was thinking about doing a "12 Days of..." this month, but then what would I do come December? Tomorrow we get back to business as usual.
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We open with Jade and Obsidian in their civvies finishing up their Christmas shopping. They're bickering back and forth about Jennie's relationship with Green Lantern, Kyle Rayner. We learn that Kyle's currently off-planet trying to reform the Green Lantern Corps. Thankfully, we get to remain on Earth with Jade performing all Lanternly duties until his return. Jennie picks out Kyle's Christmas gift... a watch.
As they continue through the mall, Jade hears a voice that triggers a flashback to her childhood in the orphanage. We see young Jennie sitting up in bed, clutching her blankets while a bottle wielding clod of a man stands nearby in shadow.
Back in the present, Jennie follows the sound of the familiar voice to find that she may just know the mall Santa... and he's a bad man. Seeing a young girl climbing up into his lap is all Jennie can stand... she Lanterns up and nyoinks the girl off of Santa... then grabs Santa and flies through the wall of the mall with him!
We shift to a bit later in an abandoned floor of a high-rise building. Jade has this mall Santa tied to a Lantern-construct chair... and with a wicked backhand, wakes the creep up.
She begins interrogating him, however, he can't seem to remember who she is. She definitely (and justifiably) plays the "bad cop" here, really making Santa feel like he's in some real deep trouble. He still maintains that he has no idea why he's here.
Jade decides to jog his memory... and we follow into her flashback. It is several years back at the Fielding Home for Girls. Jennie is living there... and Santa, was Carl the orphanage janitor. Legend had it, at Fieldings that if you weren't a "good girl", Stan-Stan the Janitor Man would come and get you. The girls were helpless to stop the assaults, as they feared if word got out they'd never be adopted... and so, the assaults continued.
One Christmas, Stan-as-Santa tried to pull Jennie onto his lap. She struggled, and ultimately pulled off his Santa beard. This caused the headmistress, Miss Greaves to proclaim that Christmas was ruined for that year.
That night, since Jennie was a "bad girl"... Carl came a'calling. He approached her bed, and tried to pin her down. It was at this moment that Jennie's starheart birthmark emitted it's powers. She blasted Stan across the room, and he ran off... leaving the orphanage forever.
Back in the present, Stan asks Jade what she plans to do with him. After giving him the scare of his life, Jennie ultimately decides to let him leave... but cautions that she'll never let him go! He will never again know what it's like to live in peace.
We shift back home where Obsidian and he and Jennie's dad, Alan Scott are having a conversation. They are stirred by a clatter upstairs and when they go to investigate they find Jade crashed out on the couch, with a slight smile on her face. Perhaps getting her first true restful sleep in quite some time.
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Perhaps this was a little heavy on the PSA elements, but overall, quite a good issue. This was a fun time in Green Lantern (I almost wrote "the Lantern books" there), and I appreciate adding this layer onto Jade's character. I always picture her as rather reserved, so to see her actually shaken offers a new (and memorable) look at the character. I was glad that Jade was made to actually feel like a "main character" rather than just keeping the ring warm while Kyle's away.
A little heavy-handed, and perhaps a touch too convenient... but inoffensive and quite a nice "very special episode". Marz's dialogue is great, and really evokes the tamped down frustration Jennie's harboring toward her childhood attacker. I can't for certain say that this is the first mention of Jade almost being assaulted as a child, so this may be a new wrinkle. I usually dismiss the "so-and-so was sexually assaulted" reveal as a cheap way of added a sympathetic element (or depth) to a character, though here, I can appreciate that the attack was what triggered her super powers to kick in. She was able to defend herself as a child... and as a fully-powered adult, is finally able to defend all of this creep's future victims.
Paul Pelletier's art is always a treat. He draws a wonderful Jade, in and out of costume. This is also from that time before all comics went to the slick paper, so the coloring here looks great. I'm so used to books of the late 90's having awful muddy coloring, I'm glad this one dodged that bullet.
That'll do us for Christmas on Infinite Earths... in July. Thanks for hangin' in, if'n ya did. This will probably be the last holiday-themed book I cover until I'm actually typing this by the light of the Christmas tree.
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Flash (vol.2) #87 (February, 1994)
"Christmas Rush"
Story - Mark Waid
Pencils - Mike Wieringo
Inks - Jose Marzan, Jr.
Colorist - Gina Going
Letterer - gaspar
Asst. Editor - Ruben Diaz
Editor - Brian Augustyn
Cover Price: $1.50
Okay, this one's gonna be a toughie... not because it's a bad issue, quite the opposite, in fact. This is just one of the many books that fills me with a feeling that I can only describe as homesickness. I'm sure you don't need me to tell you, the Waid/Ringo run on Flash is one of those almost magical eras in comics. They made me believe that a man could run... and be interesting doing so! It was a tandem that will not (and sadly, cannot) be replicated.
Let's dive in on the spoilery synopsis!
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We open with the Flash taking care of business as some gun-toting luchadores are stealing some cash from the Keystone Charity Drive. Wally's lamenting the fact that he cannot be with his loved ones at the moment... and we flashback to earlier that day. Wally is being a petulant brat about the insane December heat in Keystone, the likes of which have not been outdone since my last December in Phoenix. Linda is trying her best to put up with her humbuggin' beau. Wally loads some freshly-wrapped gifts in Linda's trunk, and hears of the goings down at the mall from the car radio... he's off!
Back at the mall, Wally is handedly neutralizing the "threat". He grabs the sack-o-cash from one baddie, causing the money to rain down on the mall patrons, who do what any red-blooded Christmas shopper would do... start stuffing as much of the dosh into their shirts as possible! Flash manages to snag back every last dollar, and, in one of my favorite panels ever, tells the crowd just what he thinks of them!
Wally returns home to find Linda unpacking their Christmas decorations. As Wally's secret-identity is public knowledge, he receives a lot of gifts from civilians during this time of year... including one bug-eyed angel ornament.
Linda reminds Wally that they're having a Christmas party that evening and proceeds to give him a bit of static over his constantly being needed elsewhere. Our man throws one hell of a missing-the-point-decorating-tantrum... using his super-speed to deck the tree out in mere moments. Linda ain't nearly as impressed as Wally thought she'd be, and she stomps out.
We shift scenes to Taylor's Toys, where consumerism... er, the holiday spirit has overtaken a mob of Keystonians. An incredibly awkward "gang" enters the scene to... steal toys? One is wearing perhaps my second favorite tank-top belly-shirts. This one doesn't say "SPIT"... it says "Bite it!". Awesome!
Anyhoo, the Flash is quickly on the scene, and ties these geeks up in a swing set. While the goobers are hanging upside-down, a bag of cocaine falls out of one of their pockets. Wally's already ticked, this is not helping his mood. He interrogates one of the goofs, and is told that "Santa Claus" gave them the coke.
We move to later that night. It's Christmas party time, and wouldn'tcha know it... there's no sign of Wally. We do get Chester Runk, the Dibneys, the Pied Piper, and (maybe) Starfire (?) though. The Parks are excited to see their daughter's "young man", and Linda gives kind of a "He's the Flash, whaddayagonnado?" reply.
At that moment, the Flash is at the docks watching a trio of St. Nick's on a boat with a whole lotta coke. They were able to smuggle much of it in plain sight, thanks to their gift sacks. Well, Wally's had all that he can stands, and he can't stands no more. He makes his presence known, and runs (on the water) straight for the boat. As he draws closer, the Santa trio bails. Wally runs headlong into the boat, causing it to explode! In a touch of irony (is this irony?) the explosion causes a gentle snowstorm... of cocaine.
Wally returns home to find he missed the party entirely. He is greeted by Piper, and proceeds to use him as a sounding board for his latest tantrum. In another great panel, we watch as Wally finds out all that's left in his stocking is a lump of coal!
We come to find out that Wally is being watched... via the gaudy angel ornament he was gifted earlier. He is being observed on a large monitor by a man drenched in shadow. We come to find that several of the ne'er-do-wells that Wally faced during this issue had only one goal... distract the Flash. The shadowy man then proceeds to turn his goons into nutcracker puppets.
We wrap down as Wally and Piper get a knock on their door. The person on the other side has something for Wallace. Could it be that Christmas finally arrived for young Mr. West? Nah, it's a subpoena... Wally's being sued for negligence!
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A lotta fun, this one! We get a really nice mix of Wally-as-Flash and Wally-as-Wally here... these are the types of stories that I hold most dear. We get to see Wally trying to maintain that balance... struggling to keep everyone in his life happy. This isn't the Wally of old, either... not the selfish, kinda egotistical Wally... this is one that has matured. Perhaps not completely, but he's well on his way.
I always dug Linda as both Wally's confidant and almost "straight man". Wally's tantrums in regard to the heat and the hustle and bustle ring quite true to me... as I often find myself sounding the same complaints. We've actually had near triple-digit heat on Christmas where I'm currently living, and man oh man does it suck! It's a rare December day where I don't have the air conditioner running at least a couple of hours out of the day. I know it must sound like I talk a lot about how hot it is... but, it's really all we've got out my way!
Wally's near-misses with Linda's folks is fun as well. I really need to reacquaint myself with this era... if not for the pangs of homesickness it brings... one'a these days, I will. I cannot quite recall if this was a running gag at the time.
Overall, a great issue... of a great book... during a great time. Mark Waid is, ya know, pretty good at this comic book thing. You don't need me to tell you that... and Mike Wieringo... damn, he's good... and this is, in my opinion, before he would peak! I'd wholeheartedly recommend any Waid/Ringo book... definitely keep an eye out!
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"Elvira's Christmas Carol"
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Writers - Joey Cavalieri, Michael Fleisher, Barbara Randall
Artists - Frank Springer, Jack Sparling, Stephen DeStefano
Inker - Craig Boldman
Letterers - Albert De Guzman, Agustin Mas, Bob Lappan
Colorists - Shelley Eiber, Helen Vesik
Editor - Ed Hannigan
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As I sit here typing the house smells especially Christmasy. Not only am I burning that Balsam candle, I've also got a hyooge pot of meatballs cooking. I always associate Italian food with the holidays... there's a bit of a tradition in my home. Every Christmas Eve I throw a pretty big dinner party-type'a-thing. The Italian tradition is called the "Night of the Seven Fishes".
Well, being as though I'm not too big a fan of seafood... and I'm not even Italian (regardless of what Arizona-folk seem to think about anyone who speaks with a New York accent), several years back I'd taken it upon myself to start the "Night of the Seven Dishes"... in which I prepare seven main (Italian) courses, and invite both sides of the family and friends over to partake. I'm sure as anyone who enjoys cooking knows... the holidays may as well be our Superbowl! For the Christmas Eve feast there's an incredible mix of anticipation, stress, and excitement that cannot be replicated by any other meal for me... not even by Thanksgiving!
So, in keeping with our Christmas on Infinite Earths... in July motif... this morning I dragged myself out of bed even earlier than usual... and got to turning three pounds of chop meat into several dozen meatballs... and turning a bunch of tomatoes into sauce. When I commit to a theme... I don't mess around.
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Our first tale stars the titular Mistress of the Dark. Elvira is beat, and just looking for a good nights sleep. As she turns on the radio to lull her into dreamland, she is enraged to find that all of the stations are playing cheerful Christmas music.
She vows if she hears just one more Christmas carol, she'll scream... well, cue our old friends Cain and Abel as they've come a'wassailling and hoping to spread holiday cheer. Elvira gives 'em the what for and tells them to hit the bricks.
Our lady lead collapses on her bed in the midst of a bah-humbug tantrum, only to find herself summoned by an odd apparition claiming to be... now say it with me, the Ghost of Christmas Past. In order to find out why Elvira hates Christmas so much the Ghost takes her back to her own childhood... and to her one-room schoolhouse alma mater.
We watch as li'l Elvira gets scolded for using all the green construction paper to make... strand of holly? What's so bad about that? Looking a bit closer, maybe it's paper bats? Ehh, who knows?
Anyhoo, Elvirita gets booted from the school, and so decides to... burn the building to the ground. Elvira don't mess around.
The Ghost of Christmas Past dumps the Mistress back in her bed, and vanishes... moments later, we got another visitor... the Ghost of Christmas Present. In order to make Elvira "come correct" about her disdain for the Holiday, he takes her to Manhattan... where she sees an absolute mob of consumerism Hell. The Ghost concedes that, yeah... the consumer elements of Christmas kinda sucks.
Later, Elvira gets her final visit... the Ghost of Christmas Future. He stands before her silently, before transporting her into a post-apocalyptic potential future. It is here that Elvira decides... ya know what, there's worse things out there than Christmas.
A short time later, she wakes up in her bed with a new appreciation for Christmas. She rushes to the window, and throws it open. She shouts to a young boy... and offers him a few bucks to go fetch the giant bloodsucking bat that lives on the outskirts of town... and deliver it to Cain and Abel. The spirit of the season truly lives on in Elvira, Mistress of the Dark.
The next story opens with a crum-bum purse snatcher flees from a police officer. There's a brief firefight, which the baddie gets the better of. He continues down an alley and runs into a wasted Salvation Army Santa. He pistol whips jolly ol' Saint Drunk... and steals his outfit to help elude the police.
In his new gear, our man cockily walks past the pursuing officers, and climbs up a nearby fire escape... and into an open apartment window. Here he meets a young blind girl... who believes him to be the actual real-deal Santa Claus. She asks if he'd gotten her letter... and if he's there to give her her sight back.
The scumbag plays along with the poor tot, and loots her house of all its shiny trinkets. He fashions a sack out of a blanket, and tells the young girl his sight-restoring magicstuffs were on the roof in his sleigh, and makes a run up the fire escape.
At that very moment, the real Santa Claus lands in the fireplace. He tells the young girl that he's there to restore her sight... and he does! They embrace, and he climbs back up the chimney.
He hops back in his sleigh, and makes a passing mention at his own sight failing him of late. As they take off, we see that when he landed on the roof... he also landed... on the thief!
Our third tale features a yuppie couple who cannot find a satisfactory Christmas tree. The fake ones are "too fake"... the real ones are "too dead"... the only solution for them is driving onto a wilderness preserve and chopping down a tree of their own.
They find the perfect tree, and after a few swipes of the chainsaw... take home their bounty.
We jump to Christmas Eve, where the yuppies are entertaining their yuppie friends. They share some shallow conversation, and act as though they really couldn't care less about one another... this whole party is just for show.
Following their party, the yuppies retire to their bedroom. That night, their perfect Christmas tree comes to life... and absolutely fills the house... likely resulting in two dead yuppies.
The next morning, we find that the tree has leveled the home and now stands some six-stories tall. It gets chopped down, and delivered to the White House where several carolers (including Fred Flintstone) stand around it belting out some Christmas classics.
Our (whew) final story, is something of a poem. The long and short of it is... this is a Cold War era book... One of the World Superpowers mistook Santa Claus and his reindeer for a nuke... and thus, World War III happened... followed by a planetary autopsy from visiting aliens. There are no credits on this story, but it feels a touch Giffen-y... can't say for sure though.
We end our visit in the House of Mystery with our Hostess with the Most-est offering us roasted chestnuts...
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Well... kind of a mixed bag, eh? Horror is a genre that's difficult to "get right", if you ask me. Most often, I feel as though horror creators fall into the Twilight Zone model where the story ultimately winds up being a twisted morality play. Like, how many episodes of the Twilight Zone ended with "man" being the truest evil of all? I mean, there's only so many times you can see an evil "alien" ship... only to find it's tagged with an American flag.
All three stories (barring the opening A Christmas Carol riff) were of that variety. I am something of a horror-comics neophyte, so I cannot say with any measure of certainty or credibility that this is the standard for books of this genre... though, I hope it's not. This being a Christmas special, I can forgive the creators leaning on the narrative tool depicting the difference between right and wrong.
Overall, I think I enjoyed it... warts and all. The Elvira bits were the most fun, just for that wonderful 1980's tone they brought with them. This run on House of Mystery only lasted about a dozen issues (this Special included), and is most notable for having an issue ship without the Comics Code Authority seal of approval... due to "implied nudity". Really now?
I wonder if this volume makes Elvira an official character in the DC Universe? We see her briefly interact with previous "hosts" of DC's horror books Cain and Abel... and as far as I know, they're canon.
This one's worth seeking out for novelty value alone... you probably won't get a whole lot out of the stories. If you're down for even more Elvira fun, you can check out a Rad Ads piece I did with Reggie a few months back. We discussed a mail-away advert for an Elvira t-shirt... one with which you can "turn on" your friends... or yourself! Yikes.
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