Let’s talk about why A Christmas Story should be crowned the greatest Christmas movie. Holidays are ostensibly about family and the memories we make when we are with our family. The plot of A Christmas Story is not a big, showy production. It is simply about young Ralphie’s Christmas with his family and his hopes for the perfect Christmas present. Remember your childhood? Remember when you thought about what you would get for Christmas for at least a month? This is the highly effective hook of A Christmas Story. The story is told through the unique story device of an adult Ralphie providing the voiceover in retrospect.
As a child, my father sat the family down to watch A Christmas Story. I was initially uninterested. In the years holidays that ensued and the highly effective 24-hour cable marathons, pre-cutting the cord, watching A Christmas Story at least biannually became one of my family’s traditions.
This film is intentionally dated and intentionally cheesy. It is a way to connect to the child you were. When I watch this film with my father, it takes him back to his childhood. This is not because his childhood was exactly the same as the film. As an adult, I too experience nostalgia with this film.
This movie touches on many childhood struggles that a lot of us went through: the perfect Christmas toy, wearing giant snowsuits against your will, performing like a monkey at your parents’ request, meeting Santa, childhood fights, and dares. Most importantly, A Christmas Story is so effective at putting us in Ralphie’s shoes that we get to experience our own childhood again, even if it was actually superficially different. It is family friendly fare that is perfect to put on when everyone is gathered together this holiday season.
C’mon, let’s choose A Christmas Story as the greatest Christmas movie! Please join me in checking out the rest of the contenders over on the LAMB
I used to be a writer. When I was four years old, my parents taught me how to read and write my name and address. This was so I could get my library card. The world opened up to me. I was going every day. They had to stay there with me…for hours, until I got my fill…and then have me check out books for third graders. Only then, could I have books that I did not need to return tomorrow. The hours? So I could absorb as many of the books for those my age as possible. On drives, I remember reading all of the stop signs, and lights, and fast food signs…everything.
Within a few years, I begged for a typewriter (this was the late 80s/early 90s), and I GOT ONE! It was amazing. I was SOOOO excited. I wrote ALL OF THE TIME. Not in all caps, like that. I would have chucked those pages. This is for emphasis. I loved it so, though.
I mainly wrote short stories. Even through junior high I was writing, short plays, that would occupy my friends, mainly. In high school? Abysmal poetry was my jam. I thought that if it actually stuck to the rules that it was too mainstream, so a lot of it was complete nonsense.
As an adult, the pressures of life, and my more limited imagination led to this, my blog. I mean, not ONLY this. I wrote at other places on the web as well, but rarely fiction. That marked a bit of a change for me. I loved sharing everything that I was enamored with with the world. It was amazing. It was the grown up version of the e-zine that I had published in high school, only way better.
However, this has change been the biggest. During the last three years I have rarely written at all. Right now I feel the urge to write, and what am I talking about? Writing. No offense to the lovely authors that I adore, but this is often an exercise in how to deal with procrastination and/or writer’s block.
Do nonfiction writers/bloggers get writer’s block? I would have to say yes. Nearly two months ago, I had a huge revelation, but I cannot blame that solely for this. I mean this had been going on for a while.
I do not know my current end game. I only know that this blog will not fully end, not any time soon. I pay to keep it up…every month. I do this for a reason, even if I do not fully know why yet.
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