Saturday before Christmas

Today Steven and I were slightly sick, and Billy and Dan were really pretty ill. Dan unfortunately had to work today, and I have to work Christmas Eve and Christmas, so we will not get a single same day off together for the holidays. And that sucks. And it sucks that Bill was running a fever all day and feeling awful. And it sucks that Dan was pretty darned sick, too.

 

But we still had a nice evening, despite some yelling between the two sick ones right at dinner time. We had a lovely make-your-own taco bar, and Dan made his family's fudge, too.

 

The main thing we did was watch Christmas shows and movies, though.

 

We started with Charlie Brown Christmas, which is the greatest holiday TV show ever.  We all love that one the very best.

 

Then we watched the film A Christmas Story, about a very imaginative little kid in northern Indiana who wants a BB gun more than anything in the world for a Christmas present. Very very cute and very very funny.

 

Next came the TV special that is a close second to Charlie Brown - the original animated Grinch Who Stole Christmas.

The song could be about my former friend! (Though it could be about anyone who treats other people reapeatedly rottenly, and never cares enough about the other person's pain to apologize.)

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Grinch.


You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.


You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Grinch.


I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.


You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile.
You haveall the tender sweetness
Of a sea sick crocodile.
Mr. Grinch.


Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the sea sick crocodile.


You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Grinch.


The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."


You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Grinch.


Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.


You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
With a nauseas super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Mr. Grinch.


You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool
sandwich
With arsenic sauce.
    

 

Then came George C. Scott in The Christmas Carol. That version ROCKS! The kids were both glued!

 

Finally came We're No Angels, an old classic Christmas film starring Humphrey Bogart as a convict on Devil's Island. I love that one, too.

Tags: Christmas movies, Christmas specials