No Christmas would be complete without watching that movie where Cousin Eddie says the sh@%#er's full.
And I love Red Ryder BB Guns. Syrup on spaghetti too. Classic stuff.
And maybe I'm still waiting for the perfect iteration of Christmas Carol to be made, even though there are dozens, but Scrooge taking his heart out of the ice box is a must.
If I don't hear Boris Karloff narrate the Grinch or Bing Crosby croon about snow that is a total fail.
Three stop-animation films featuring Rudolph is an absolute minimum, and Jack Skellington's incursion can't be missed.
But this December has been really busy so far.
I just counted everything up and I've got to watch thirty-seven Christmas movies this week.
This is going to suck.
I've got to watch thirty-seven Christmas movies this week . . . eh.