I love Christmas. I do. I love the music and the ornaments and the gifts and the festive foods and the cheesy movies and the awesome shopping deals that start on Boxing Day. All the same, the relentless cheeriness can get to even me, Empress of all that is Sparkly and Hopeful. Once in a very blue moon, the sheer perkiness of it all gets to me and I want to shout Bah Humbug! from the highest rooftop…until I remember that my vertigo would make Jimmy Stewart look like the most fearless stunt man of all time.But then I remember that what I lack in physical daring (and ability not to feel like I’m already plummeting from the skies while standing on a second floor balcony) I more than make up with a perverse and dark sense of humor.
In fact, for many years it was my habit to watch one of my favorite holiday-themed movies on Christmas Eve. What movie was that? Why, The Lion in Winter, of course.
Eagle-eyed readers will already have identified the title of this essay from that film…and they’ll know just what I left out, too. The rest of you can go watch the movie now and come back when you get the joke. Don’t worry. We’ll wait for you.
Yeah, that’s a good one.
A good dose of twelfth century family squabbling definitely chases the perk overload away and makes me feel better. If I need stronger stuff, then I turn to Monty Python’s Life of Brian. After that, I can face another chorus of Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer without the need to cause mayhem.
When all the perkiness gets to you and you think you’ll throttle the next elf you see on principle, what do you do to regain your sense of balance? Oh, and what’s your favorite holiday movie that isn’t all mistletoe and Jimmy Stewart single-handedly saving his hometown from greed and corruption?