Tonight, I watched How the Grinch Stole Christmas and White Christmas. I watched these classics while wrapping gifts and generally getting ready to head to my folks’ house tomorrow.
Yes, yes I did help friends wrap their gifts. Yes, yes I am just now finishing wrapping my gifts at 11 p.m. the night before I’m supposed to leave for Iowa. No, I haven’t started packing. Shut. Up.
The funny thing about How the Grinch Stole Christmas?
I *heart* Max.
And I *heart* Foxie Doxie.
Separated at birth? I say yes.
The funny thing about White Christmas?
First of all, the “Sisters” fan dance is perhaps the greatest musical number in history. I know Green Girl agrees with me here. My mom and I do an awesome rendition, although we are yet to perfect the fans.
But also? Also, I think of my dad and my brother.
Poochie hates White Christmas because he can’t stand the “Snow” number. I have to admit – any song with the lyric “I want to wash my hands, my hair, my face in SNOW!” is, umm … stupid. And written by someone who has never been north of Burbank.
My dad likes White Christmas … but every time we watch it, he gets totally disgusted with Rosemary Clooney’s character and her making-assumptions-and-being-difficult ways.
Basically, every time I watch White Christmas, I hear my sweet daddy saying, “Oh my god, what a bitch!”
And really? That’s what Christmas means to me.