Of course the down side is that the Grinch never learns his lesson, his heart never grows three sizes and he continues to terrorize the Who's for years,because nobody that gets caught by a superhero ever seems to remain in captivity. (How the Grinch Sto.... by Michael Delmundo, via Comics Alliance)
When it comes to hearts, one size doesn't fit all. Some like the Grinch have a heart "two sizes too small," while others like Frankenstein's monster have one that is broken. Get They Beat The Same from shirt.woot.
Oh! You better watch out,
you better not cry,
you better not pout,
I'm telling you why:
Rorschach is coming to town!
He's making a list,
He's checking it twice,
gonna find out who's naughty or nice.
Rorschach is coming to town!
He sees you when you're sleeping,
he knows when you're awake.
He knows when you've been bad or good,
so be good for goodness sake!
Rorschach hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be that his fedora wasn't screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that his trench was too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
I know it is the Christmas season, not by the ever-growing forest of lights on the neighbours houses, or the fact that advertisers have been pushing holiday shopping since the first of November, but by the specials on TV. There are a few that I just have to see to make me feel the seasonal spirit.
Mr. Hankey’s Christmas Classics has become a recent favourite, with the profane denizens of South Park remaking various Christmas classics and creating some of their own along the way. It is often blasphemous and likely offensive to many, but somehow it still manages to be sweet at the core. It also speaks to the eight-year-old in me who thought singing fake lyrics to We Three Kings was the height of hilarity:
We three kings of Orient are, Puffing on a rubber cigar. It was loaded, it exploded Now we’re on yonder star
So when Cartman sings O Holy Night, I know where he’s coming from:
And, O holy night! The stars are brightly shining, It is the night of our dear Savior's birth. O holy night! The something something distant It is the night with the Christmas trees and pie. Jesus was born and so I get presents. Thank you, Jesus for being born.
My favourite though has to be the lounge act duet of Jesus and Santa, singing carols and songs in the first person – a brilliant concept. Who hasn’t wondered what these two would be like singing at a piano bar?
Jesus: He he hoo, get away! Santa: Go away? Jesus: Get away. Santa: Where away? Jesus: Away in a manger, no crib for My bed That's where cute little old Me lay down My sweet head. The stars in the sky Both: Looked down where I lay. Jesus: Cute little eight-pound me (Santa: Oo-oo) Both: asleep in (Santa: on) the hay.
Another modern-day classic (ok, ‘80s classic) is Scrooged, Bill Murray’s greed is good interpretation of Charles Dicken’s A Christmas Carol. Murray plays the Scrooge-lik Frank Cross, a driven and cynical TV exec who torments his employees and keeps the entire network working to produce a live show on Christmas Eve.
Much like Groundhog Day, I can watch this film over and over again even though I know exactly how it’s going to turn out. I just can’t get enough of that smarmy Murray charm – plus, Bobcat Goldthwait!
Clearly I like my holiday fare with some edge and A Christmas Story walks it quite nicely. “You’ll shoot your eye out!” is all Ralphie ever hears in his relentless quest to get "an official Red Ryder, carbine action, two-hundred shot range model air rifle, with a compass in the stock and 'this thing', which tells time."
Ralphie is such a sweet little geek, I’ve always imagined he grew up to be Zach Braff’s Scrubs character Dr. J.D. Dorian – the only other person I could see dressed up in a pink bunny sleeper with feet. There are so many great childhood scenes that ring true as real kid moments and not what adults think kids act like. What kid hasn’t thought about sticking their tongue to cold metal? Or realizes that the way you deal with a bully is to run away? Forget the film? Than catch up with the 30 Second Bunnies.
But my ultimate Christmas fave, the one I cannot make it through the season without is Dr. Suess’ The Grinch Who Stole Christmas – the animated version, of course. It is such an amazing piece of work, whose sum is better than it’s already amazing parts: the tremendous wit and words of Dr. Suess; the stellar animation work by Chuck Jones (director of multiple classic Loony Tunes and Merrie Melodies cartoons); and the dulcet tones of Boris Karloff as the narrator. It’s as good as it gets.
I know it is the Christmas season, not by the ever-growing forest of lights on the neighbours houses, or the fact that advertisers have been pushing holiday shopping since the first of November, but by the specials on TV. There are a few that I just have to see to make me feel the seasonal spirit.
