There have been plenty of things throughout the past two years that have chipped away at my inner child's innocence. But a good Christmas movie seems to be just what the doctor ordered. There's nothing that will melt my cold black heart quite like an old-school Christmas special.
A couple nights ago I recorded "A Year Without Santa Claus." And it's just as wonderfully cheesy as I remember.
Here's Big Bad Voodoo Daddy showing the love.
If you're not feeling the Christmas spirit after that, there's not much I can do for you. You should probably go read "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" and check the size of your heart.
And he puzzled and puzzed, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas… perhaps… means a little bit more."
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I just love those crazy movies. In fact I asked Santa for the 3 disc set of those movies.
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