The only one I absolutely must see is How The Grinch Stole Christmas. I love it, the music, the message, the animation, Max the Dog.
What I can't stand are the growing number of Something-has-stopped-Santa-Christmas-wi
I never really thought about it before, but I'm really starting to dislike the whole Santa thing. Santa has become an anonymous, no-strings-attached font of goodies. When I was a kid the only things we got from Santa were our stockings. The held fruit, nuts, candy and a few trinkets. The presents under the tree were all from somebody. A real person who had to be thanked. And when we were old enough, we had to start picking out (or making) presents for them in return.
When I was little my mother pulled out the manger and a box of straw at the beginning of Advent. When we were good, did our chores, or did something thoughtful or hard without complaining we got to put a straw in the manger. When we were bad we had to take a piece out. The aim was to make a nice soft bed for Baby Jesus.
Next year I think the girls will be old enough to start the straw for the manger thing.
And now, Katie is awake and I must go do pick-up-and-put-away so Miss Yolanda can clean.