Here Comes Santa Clause...

 


Turkey Day is done. It took me all day to clean the debacle which I don't mind because my guests enjoyed themselves. I did not. I think I overdid, overthought and over planned so much that by Thanksgiving day I was plummeting. I started the day with the aura in the eye which warns me a migraine is coming. I can usually stop them in time. But I was so stressed out my shoulders hurt and I only nibbled on a few dishes I had been looking forward to all week, like Max Miller's (or Dracula's) Paprika Hendl, albeit with faux chicken. The guests loved it. I've never really felt so weird before so I was a bit concerned, although, I feel fine now after sleeping for ten hours and finally eating some leftovers. (The chicken paprikash was delicious)

Normally right after Thanksgiving I start bringing out the Christmas stuff, but I've decided I'm not doing it this year. A grinch I shall be. I'm also not hosting this year, which is a relief, yet... I love to plan a party. I just don't like to be there. And, I'm not sure what exactly I'd be celebrating. I am a true hypocrite when I bring out the manger with baby Jesus because this girl doesn't believe. I make believe it's the day of a new beginning. Look, I like twinkly lights, snow and Christmas movies.

So I might not put up the tree, but I do have to watch these movies.

Home Alone. Okay, it's so full of plot holes and really cartoonish when it comes to the violence, but I love the idea of being a kid whose family disappears. 

A Christmas Story. I found the DVD in a bargain bin at K-mart years ago. In both movies I've mentioned the house is an important factor as to why I love the movie. I want to be there. The scene where Ralphie is lying in bed after he got into a fight with the bully is beautiful because I am in that room- I have been in that room as the daylight changes to dusk a thousand times before. 

Christmas in Connecticut. Again a house I love. The story is about an advice columnist who talks about her home life as a mother and wife, of which she is neither, so now must find a baby and a husband to fake it through Christmas.

Elf. Because Buddy is so full of love. He's constantly treated like crap but never wavers. And wow, can he decorate!

White Christmas. Dancing, singing, romance, a beautiful winter lodge. Yes and yes. 

A Christmas Carol- 1938. It's the mood and it's dark. 

Honorable mentions...

The Grinch, Carrey or Karloff.

The Santa Clause.

Die Hard. 

Carry-on.

Unaccompanied Minors.

Love Actually.

Love Hard. It should make me angry but I love Jimmy O. Yang. 


Skip...

No to every Hallmark Christmas special. No to Big Mama who slaps people. No to Clark Griswold and, It's a Wonderful Life, which does not hold up well.

No to Candy Cane Lane. I wanted to poke my eye out to keep me awake. A too long and ridiculous plot, starring Eddie Murphy. 

I normally don't like to watch horror Christmas movies. Some can be fun, but I prefer warm fuzzies, not bloody buzz sawies. 

Feel free to share your favorites. 



Comments

Berthold Gambrel said…
-Fitzwilly: Barbara Feldon and Dick Van Dyke. 'Nuff said.

-The Lion in Winter: Okay, so it's a historical drama, but it involves a family gathering at Christmas. Also, Peter O'Toole and Katherine Hepburn. 'Nuff said again.

-Christmas Crush: I might be the only person in the world who likes this movie, but I make no apologies! It's a made-for-TV Christmas movie about a woman who makes a Christmas wish for her neighbor to fall in love with her. Zany hijinks ensue. I started watching it expecting to be snarking at how corny it is and ended up loving it. I reviewed it on my blog a couple years back.

Finally, I love your list, except I have to differ on Love, Actually. The way Alan Rickman treats Emma Thompson really ticks me off.
Maggie said…
I agree about, Love Actually. Not only that but everyone calling the secretary, piggy, or some deragatory name. It has some good moments and some cringe. Thanks for the list.

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