A Christmas Story

I absolutely positively LOVE the movie A Christmas Story. I’ve even been known to quote lines from the movie like when I was having my Pure Unadulterated Mommy Rant here.

I don’t need to tell you this is great holiday movie — and if you haven’t seen the movie, shame on you! Go rent this and watch it tonight. My reasons for liking this movie are more then just the fact that this movie is so freaking funny that you’re laughing all the way until the very end when they’re eating Christmas dinner in the Chinese restaurant. This movie will always remind me of my son Jake.

As you can tell from last week’s Sunday Funnys: Happy Birthday Jake, my son’s birthday is around Thanksgiving. I can’t remember what year it was but one year, his birthday was actually ON Thanksgiving. We ended up having cupcakes instead of a cartoon character cake because that would have been weird to have birthday cake on Thanksgiving.

So there I was, in the hospital the week of Thanksgiving dealing with the birth of my son. I had an unscheduled c-section so that kept me stuck in a hospital bed for the full week of the Thanksgiving break. In between trying to sleep and learning to take care of a newborn, there really wasn’t much to do except read or watch one of the 15 basic channels on the hospital TV.

It might have been my drugged-out mind but it seemed like almost every time I turned on the TV, A Christmas Story  was on. I never saw the movie from start to finish that week but I’d catch bits and pieces of it depending on what time I’d tune in. When I had my first real break of downtime at home, I had this overwhelming desire to watch the whole movie. Thankfully I had the DVD in my movie collection. I was so overwhelmed with emotion from the lack of sleep, hormones or whatever, I cried when Flick got his tongue stuck on the pole.

That was the night my holiday tradition started.

In my house, the holidays officially start after the viewing of A Christmas Story. Sometimes my mind goes back to that week in the hospital but mostly I think about how much Jake is like Ralphie. I’ve always suspected that if Jake were to have his thoughts narrated, he’d sound an awful lot like Ralphie when he’s trying to get his parents to buy him a BB gun. But not just any BB gun, it was an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle. I even imagine his voice is the same as the guy who does the voice-over in the movie while Jake walks around the house telling these stories in his head.

Over the years, the tradition has grown to a set of holiday movies that I watch every year before New Year’s Eve. The rest can be watched in no particular order:

Bad Santa

How the Grinch Stole Christmas (Jim Carey version)


The Santa Claus

Fred Claus

And I have a copy of the holiday shows: Frosty the Snowman, Rudolf the Red-nose Reindeer and Santa Claus in Coming to Town

Is it just me or does anyone else have a holiday tradition like this?

5 thoughts on “A Christmas Story

  1. I remember seeing Christmas Story when it came out in the theaters. This movie is SUCH a classic! It is a holiday classic to watch with my dad when he arrives for the holidays… but we didn’t launch this tradition in the same fashion you did!

  2. Yes! In fact, my first exposure to The Christmas Story was also caught in bits and pieces. TBS used to play it almost round the clock during the holidays, it took me years to finally see the whole thing from start to finish. It reminds me of home, I went to an elementary school that looked just like that one. Flag pole and all!

    • I always wondered what it would be like to go to a school like that. Being from Miami, we never had issues with someone getting their tongue stuck on a flagpole. Do you have any frozen flagpole stories from when you were a kid?

      • No, but our dog would get his tongue stuck to his water bowl. That cured any curiositly any of us had for sticking our tongues to frozen metal objects.

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