For years and years I used to wrap Christmas gifts while watching Little Women. (I needed a break from the Christmas letter--my head was aching from thinking so hard.) It was tradition to open up with Jo and the gang spreading Christmas cheer to the poor family up the road while I set up the gifts and paper, sobbing into the tissue paper when Beth dies and they make up her bed for a final time, clenching the scissors when Jo tells Laurie it's over, really over. Watching each Christmas with the March family was like going through old photo albums. Familiar and beloved as we moved through the years together.
But this year I felt the urge to change it up. Jen on the Edge swears by Die Hard as a pretty righteous Christmas flick, but I'm kind of gunned-out after that last episode of Sons of Anarchy. I'm saving White Christmas to watch with the boys this year, and of course Miracle on 34th Street, A Christmas Story and It's A Wonderful Life are full-family viewing events. I'm out of wine, so Love, Actually has to wait until next week.
I scanned the rack of DVDs and realized I'd been depriving myself of one of the best Christmas movies of all:
It's brilliant! The whole thing begins at the office Christmas party!
There are hideous holiday sweaters (on the world's most gorgeous man with those smoldering brown eyes).
Bridget and I were like twins in our Christmas jammies! And I sing loud and off-key, too!
Snowman tie! Awkward Christmas party moment! I'm there!
The perfect gift--ladies, do you feel as weak in the knees as I do when he walks out of that shop and gives the new diary to her?
And a perfect ending...
Plus there's this scene (which reminds me I NEED to download that song). All of it, especially the way they politely pause to sing "Happy Birthday" always cracks me up. So proper. So British. So fabulous.
Every woman wants to hear a man tell her, "I don't think you're an idiot at all. I mean, there are elements of the
ridiculous about you. Your mother's pretty interesting. And you really
are an appallingly bad public speaker. And, um, you tend to let
whatever's in your head come out of your mouth without much
consideration of the consequences... But the thing is, um, what I'm
trying to say, very inarticulately, is that, um, in fact, perhaps
despite appearances, I like you, very much. Just as you are."
Spill it, reader. What's your unconventional holiday favorite?
P.S. In case you didn't hear, Mrs. G over at Derwad Manor has some REALLY BIG NEWS! I can hardly wait to hostess a screening party the night it airs!