My wife does a fine job of decorating for Christmas -- she sticks to classic styles and small white lights. Very elegant, but we're still missing something: a major award.
You can get yours here. Also noticed: A Charlie Brown Christmas Tree, courtesy of Urban Outfitters. And if you think Schulz is spinning in his grave right now, think again: nobody was better at capitalizing on Peanuts than he was.
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The family went to a showing last night of Jean Shepard's movie, "The Christmas Story" at a gorgeous rehabbed old theatre (actually an old opera house, see http://www.bcvarts.org/slide06-08.jpg ).
If you ever get a chance to see this movie in a theatre, not on DVD, run to that theatre. You know all of those dark parts of the movie, when you can't see a darn thing? Well, on a movie screen, you can see it all. Even the ticks riding on the Bumpus' mangy hounddogs.
And the lamp? It is, as Shepard says, "the glow of electric sex" that gets all teenaged boys charged up.
I'm proud to say I was one of those fortunate few who saw the movie back in the day - the summer of 1984. This was almost 10 months after it had been released, but that darn movie bumped around from one multiplex to the other, filling in the gaps between Chuck Norris's and The Governator's tedious action flicks. I'm guessing the Canadian government was in no small way responsible for keeping its flame alive, too - there must have been some sponsorship scheme that dealt out payola to any multiplex that included scant Canadian content. In this case, it did the trick.
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