While reading this review of Christmas DVDs at Popmatters (yes, Popmatters has become my favorite place on the web to get my mind off of the monotony of watching the mortal coil explode into pink mist), I found that Raymond Briggs’ The Snowman is being released in a new DVD edition.
This is great news for my wife and daughter. Great news for the wife because The Snowman is a gentile tale of a boy and his snowman, no mischievous elves, no villainous mailmen or other evil doers trying to stop jolly ole saint nick from his appointed rounds. In one word The Snowman is calm and clam makes my better half happy. For my daughter it’s good news because any combination of the word Christmas and those three magic letters “DVD” sends her into ecstasy.
For me the mere mention of the name Raymond Briggs makes me smile, not because of The Snowman, and not for his cautionary tale of nuclear war When the Wind Blows. No, the reason I love Raymond Briggs is because he gave the world Fungus the Bogeyman.
And Christmas and Fungus the Bogeyman are forever tied together in my heart because, to the absolute horror of my sister-in-law, I gave the book to my nephew (William) as a Christmas present. The previous year I had sent him A visit to William Blake's inn: poems for innocent and experienced travelers, a lovely book of children’s poems celebrating the work of William Blake that she adored. No doubt, she was hoping for another eloquent work of children’s lit and she was not amused when young William unwrapped the illustrated guide to the life and times of Fungus, a subterranean boogeyman with a bad case of the blues.