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Holiday Homage (Take Two) Part One: Holiday Films











Last year I wrote several Holiday homages about things that mattered to me in that particular season. I felt it fitting to carry on that idea and make it my first musing tradition. I hope you enjoy them once more.

One of the greatest facets of the season are the films that have been made set in Christmas environment. I love putting the DVD on and escaping into the Holiday tales.

One of my personal favourites is "The Family Stone". The story, the cast, the score are all phenomenal.

I cannot stop laughing when I watch "Elf". It makes me want to visit the North Pole and wear tights (and this gay does not like the tights).

"Rudolph" flings me back to the watercolour days of childhood and propels me to a simple time when Santa was real and I believed a reindeer with a shining nose would get the chance to guide Santa's sleigh on that silent night of promise, toys, and magic.

You have not lived until you have seen "Pinky and the Brain's" Christmas. Really. I love those guys.

"He-Man and She-Ra's Christmas Special" is horrid, but it is both of them in their glory changing and deriving power from that ominous Greyskull.

I watch "Garfield's Christmas Special" (it also contains the Halloween and Thanksgiving ones too) each year and love the sweetness of the Grandma's story and how she misses her deceased husband.

This year I have the new Sandi Patty Christmas DVD and cannot stop watching her do her thing so beautifully as only she can do.

"It's a Wonderful Life" and "Miracle on 34th Street" are impeccable and classics too.

And there are the delightful television Christmas shows: "The West Wing", "Gilmore girls", "Golden Girls", "Friends", and even a "Twilight Zone". (Maybe more than one)

These films and shows are Christmas to me. They are like a long hug and a cup of cocoa all wrapped in stories that are a part of my heritage.

Here's wishing you that long hug and that cup of cocoa. May it evoke the childlike memories of Christmas and let this holiday be simple and heartfelt,
Dustin

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