That is one Christmas movie I never cared for.
One of my favorite holiday movies. I didn’t grow up in that era, but there were still some remnants of it when I was a child.
I’m the only person I know who actually saw that movie in the theatre.
We live in semi rural MS, having moved from CA.
As I’ve mentioned before, on Halloween a group of six Kids showed up at the Door Trick or Treating. They aged from 6 to I guess 14.
The older Kid was dressed in Fatigues and had what I assumed at the moment was a Replica / Toy AR-15 Slung over his Shoulder. I looked closer and guess what, it was no toy.
It warmed my heart and gave me hope for America.
Ironic that kids today can’t ride a bicycle without a helmet, play on playground equipment least they injure themselves or have a fantasy that they are chasing pirates or desperados, but let them express the slightest perceived interest in being another sex and their parents will haul them off to “therapists” who will immediately conclude they are another gender inside. Loony parents will accept this nonsense and will push their kid into believing they are another sex and subject them to puberty blocking drugs and eventually mutilating surgery. In doing so they condemn their little snowflake to a miserable confused life, years of therapy, untold medical problems from the sex changing drugs and a high risk of suicide.
I always wanted a pair of the lamps featuring the stripper’s leg. Wife put kibosh on that.
Bob Clark and his son were killed by an illegal in a car crash.