Jump, George, Jump!

Tea: Oolong No. 18

Music: UK, "Time to Kill"

Time: Night.

Call me a Grinch. Call me a Scrooge. (Both pre-enlightenment, that is.)

But I've had it up to here (indicates heart, three sizes too small) with heartwarming holiday specials.

I need something that doesn't involve someone learning (to the appropriate swelling music) that the True Meaning of Christmas is (a) Family; (b) Giving; (c) True Love (either with someone you've just met or someone you've known for years but never thought of that way.)

Not that family, giving or true love are bad things. They're just not the true meaning of Christmas, in my book. That's a longer, preachier post than I've time for here, though.

Ah, well. It appears I'm not to be spared. I'm being called to the living room, where "White Christmas" awaits.

Maybe this will be the year it doesn't snow, and the Big Christmas Show falls through, and ... yeah, right.

I'm telling you, the day after Christmas I'm popping "Night of the Living Dead" into the DVD player and it's not coming out for at least twenty hours straight.

Better yet, "Mad Monster Party." It was made by the Rankin/Bass same people who made all those Rudolph specials (which at least have some redeemingly creepy parts).

Couldn't go wrong with Godzilla, either. Atomic breath vaporizing entire army divisions?

Now that's heart(and everything else)warming ...