Even though Christmas tends to blindside me, I still find
enough time to muster up some Christmas spirit – as long as it’s after Thanksgiving.
There are two kinds of Christmas-celebrators out there: the ones who won’t
decorate until after Thanksgiving and subsequently take down said decorations
promptly after New Years, and those who don’t. Even though I’m not terribly
fond of Thanksgiving (only because of the turkey – when we eat something other
than turkey, Thanksgiving is fine by me), it tends to get totally overlooked in
the hubbub surrounding Christmas.
So now that it’s safely after Thanksgiving and Christmas is
mere days away, let me present to you my Best of Christmas list: five
categories, ten items. My Christmases involve each and every one of the items
on my list, and I don’t think I could fully enjoy Christmas without them. Ready
for some Christmas spirit? Here we go!
best Christmas songs
“White Christmas” – Bing Crosby
Like most Midwesterners, I don’t necessarily dream of a
white Christmas. A brown Christmas isn’t nearly as romantic, but nobody minds
the absence of icy roads and snow up to your eyeballs. However, this song
almost makes you forget all of that and wish for a white Christmas of your own.
Almost.
“The Christmas Song” – Alvin and the Chipmunks
Yes, the Chipmunks are terribly irritating, but I just can’t
resist this song. It doesn’t have any sort of deep message of goodwill and
peace among men: it’s just a bunch of kids/chipmunks who want to hurry up and
open their presents. Be honest, though: when you were a kid, that’s what you
were most interested in, too. Bonus points for the catchy tune.
best Christmas carols
“O Holy Night”
Every year, my family goes to the candlelit Christmas Eve
church service. (If you remember last year’s blog post, you’ll recall that we
also play instruments and either get wax all over ourselves or set our music on
fire.) The church is usually packed, and the service begins when all the lights
are turned out and a soloist sings “O Holy Night.” And every year, it gives me
chills.
“Little Drummer Boy”
I don’t think I have ever sung this song in church at Christmas – Lutherans must not be too big on it. We usually stick with the staples: think “Joy to the World” and “Silent Night.” So if I never actually sing it in church, why do I like it so much? This is why:
I don’t think I have ever sung this song in church at Christmas – Lutherans must not be too big on it. We usually stick with the staples: think “Joy to the World” and “Silent Night.” So if I never actually sing it in church, why do I like it so much? This is why:
best food
Grandma Sheila’s sugar cookies
Grandma Sheila makes her Christmas sugar cookies but once a year, so we all eat as many as we possibly can to try and hold ourselves over until the next year. These cookies are absolute perfection: they’re thin and crispy, shaped like Christmasy things, and sprinkled with colored sugar. They’re delicious in that way that only cookies made by your grandma can be. (Does that make sense? It does to me, anyway.)
Grandma Sheila makes her Christmas sugar cookies but once a year, so we all eat as many as we possibly can to try and hold ourselves over until the next year. These cookies are absolute perfection: they’re thin and crispy, shaped like Christmasy things, and sprinkled with colored sugar. They’re delicious in that way that only cookies made by your grandma can be. (Does that make sense? It does to me, anyway.)
Dad’s scalloped potatoes
This dish is the definition of comfort food: it’s rich,
warm, and you’re always happier after eating it. Dad’s special scalloped
potatoes have become a team effort over the years: Mom and Mitch peel the
zillion pounds of potatoes while Dad and I cube the giant bone-in ham. (Bone-in
is very important. All other ham is inferior.) There is no real measurement
system for these potatoes: we need enough cubed ham to fill up the yellow
Tupperware bowl of indeterminate size and enough potatoes to fill up the
enormous blue clay bowl. Add heavy whipping cream and several hours in the
oven, and you’ve got scalloped potatoes. Best of all: Dad’s scalloped potatoes
are only made in massive batches, so leftovers are a guarantee.
Potatoes in action. |
best Christmas movies
A Christmas Story
No matter how old you are, you can relate to A Christmas Story. Every kid has wanted something for Christmas so badly you can almost taste it – be it a Red Ryder BB gun (“you’ll shoot your eye out!”) or a Kitty Kitty Kitten. (Remember my story about the Kitty Kitty Kitten and the how I found out about Santa Claus?) On the flip side, everybody has gotten their fair share of dud Christmas gifts, though I’m not sure what could possible compare with Ralphie’s bunny suit (“He looks like a pink nightmare”). Add in that glorious leg lamp (“FRA-GEE-LAY!”) and endless quotable lines (obviously), and you’ve got one fantastic Christmas movie.
No matter how old you are, you can relate to A Christmas Story. Every kid has wanted something for Christmas so badly you can almost taste it – be it a Red Ryder BB gun (“you’ll shoot your eye out!”) or a Kitty Kitty Kitten. (Remember my story about the Kitty Kitty Kitten and the how I found out about Santa Claus?) On the flip side, everybody has gotten their fair share of dud Christmas gifts, though I’m not sure what could possible compare with Ralphie’s bunny suit (“He looks like a pink nightmare”). Add in that glorious leg lamp (“FRA-GEE-LAY!”) and endless quotable lines (obviously), and you’ve got one fantastic Christmas movie.
Home Alone
I have long been convinced that John Hughes is responsible for all good things in life, and Home Alone is yet another testament to that. I remember the first time I saw Home Alone: Dad had gone somewhere for a truck sale in the very early 90s, and he brought back a copy of Home Alone on VHS – he claimed it was for us kids, but I’m pretty sure he wanted to see it and we were a convenient excuse. Either way, we practically wore that tape out. Even now, rare is the holiday season that goes by without Kevin McCallister, Harry, and Marv. And of course, Buzz’s ugly girlfriend.
I have long been convinced that John Hughes is responsible for all good things in life, and Home Alone is yet another testament to that. I remember the first time I saw Home Alone: Dad had gone somewhere for a truck sale in the very early 90s, and he brought back a copy of Home Alone on VHS – he claimed it was for us kids, but I’m pretty sure he wanted to see it and we were a convenient excuse. Either way, we practically wore that tape out. Even now, rare is the holiday season that goes by without Kevin McCallister, Harry, and Marv. And of course, Buzz’s ugly girlfriend.
Mickey’s Christmas Carol
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had an inexplicable fondness for Scrooge McDuck. He’s kind of an asshole, but I loved him just the same. So of course, I loved the Disney-fied version of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. Everyone knows the story: grouchy miser (Scrooge) mistreats his kindly but dirt poor clerk (Mickey Mouse) and says “Bah! Humbug!” while counting his money. Scrooge is visited by the ghosts of his business partner (Goofy) and the ghosts of Christmas Past (Jiminy Cricket), Present (that goofy giant from Mickey and the Beanstalk), and Future (Pete, who is really creepy this time around), who show him the error of his ways. Everyone lives happily ever after. The Muppets hold their own in The Muppet Christmas Carol, but Mickey’s version will always be my favorite.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had an inexplicable fondness for Scrooge McDuck. He’s kind of an asshole, but I loved him just the same. So of course, I loved the Disney-fied version of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. Everyone knows the story: grouchy miser (Scrooge) mistreats his kindly but dirt poor clerk (Mickey Mouse) and says “Bah! Humbug!” while counting his money. Scrooge is visited by the ghosts of his business partner (Goofy) and the ghosts of Christmas Past (Jiminy Cricket), Present (that goofy giant from Mickey and the Beanstalk), and Future (Pete, who is really creepy this time around), who show him the error of his ways. Everyone lives happily ever after. The Muppets hold their own in The Muppet Christmas Carol, but Mickey’s version will always be my favorite.
Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town
I have one very important hyphenate for you: Rankin-Bass. You may not recognize the name, but I’m sure you’ll recognize their product. They’re responsible for a creepy/awesome Easter special called Here Comes Peter Cottontail and, most famously, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Rankin-Bass did a handful of other Christmas-y specials, but my very favorite is Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town. This story covers the origins of Santa Claus: he started off as a skinny red-haired kid who delivers toys to a city where the evil Burgermeister Meisterburger (what a great name for a villain) has outlawed them. Santa Claus defeats all sorts of bizarre adversaries and emerges triumphant. Warm fuzzies all around!
I have one very important hyphenate for you: Rankin-Bass. You may not recognize the name, but I’m sure you’ll recognize their product. They’re responsible for a creepy/awesome Easter special called Here Comes Peter Cottontail and, most famously, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Rankin-Bass did a handful of other Christmas-y specials, but my very favorite is Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town. This story covers the origins of Santa Claus: he started off as a skinny red-haired kid who delivers toys to a city where the evil Burgermeister Meisterburger (what a great name for a villain) has outlawed them. Santa Claus defeats all sorts of bizarre adversaries and emerges triumphant. Warm fuzzies all around!
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Let me tell you, it was hard to narrow this list town to
just ten. However, none of my Best of Christmas list would be any good if I couldn’t share everything on it with my family and
friends. So I hope your Christmas is as good as mine always is: filled with
great food, great people, and (this is very important) plenty of wine. In the
immortal words of Bing Crosby: may your days be merry and bright, and may all
your Christmases be white!
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