As far as Christmas specials go, I am a certified Grinch. (Actually, I don't mind the Grinch so much, except for that sappy crappy happy ending. End it right after he steals all the toys and trees, I say!)
I'm not sure why I hate them so much. But nothing rankles my nerves more than hearing Frosty shout "Happy Birthday!" The mere sound of his voice makes my fillings ache, and I start rooting for the sun to come out.
Jason tried to convert me to his side (the dark side). He loves every cheesy, hokey special that comes on this time of year, and Tivos all of the Hallmark Christmas specials as they air. I did agree to watch one with him called "November Christmas" only because Sam Elliott was in it, and I sure do like me some Sam Elliott. The movie was pretty predicatable, and I'd forgotten that Sam Elliott is not the same shirtless young buck I remember from "Frogs" -- but Jason did get some satisfaction. I did get weepy at a couple of Hallmark card commercials that aired during the program.
I don't hate all Christmas specials, of course. Just most of them. "Shrek the Halls" is pretty funny. And really, nobody can knock the Charlie Brown Christmas special that comes on each year. But nothing can turn me into Scrooge faster than hearing Rudolph whining through his stuffy nose that none of the other reindeer will play with him. Maybe because you're such a whiner, Rudy, ever think of that? And the girl he winds up with really could do better. And an elf wanting to be a dentist is just plain stupid. Every year, I hope that the Bumble will turn out to be a card-carrying member of the NRA and serve up venison for Christmas dinner.
As a result of my rather vocal opinion on the matter, Jason has started to refuse to watch holiday specials with me. He says that my shouting "Die, Frosty, die!" is distracting.
I should have thought of this years ago.
I'm not sure why I hate them so much. But nothing rankles my nerves more than hearing Frosty shout "Happy Birthday!" The mere sound of his voice makes my fillings ache, and I start rooting for the sun to come out.
Jason tried to convert me to his side (the dark side). He loves every cheesy, hokey special that comes on this time of year, and Tivos all of the Hallmark Christmas specials as they air. I did agree to watch one with him called "November Christmas" only because Sam Elliott was in it, and I sure do like me some Sam Elliott. The movie was pretty predicatable, and I'd forgotten that Sam Elliott is not the same shirtless young buck I remember from "Frogs" -- but Jason did get some satisfaction. I did get weepy at a couple of Hallmark card commercials that aired during the program.
I don't hate all Christmas specials, of course. Just most of them. "Shrek the Halls" is pretty funny. And really, nobody can knock the Charlie Brown Christmas special that comes on each year. But nothing can turn me into Scrooge faster than hearing Rudolph whining through his stuffy nose that none of the other reindeer will play with him. Maybe because you're such a whiner, Rudy, ever think of that? And the girl he winds up with really could do better. And an elf wanting to be a dentist is just plain stupid. Every year, I hope that the Bumble will turn out to be a card-carrying member of the NRA and serve up venison for Christmas dinner.
As a result of my rather vocal opinion on the matter, Jason has started to refuse to watch holiday specials with me. He says that my shouting "Die, Frosty, die!" is distracting.
I should have thought of this years ago.
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