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Mr. A. opened the link to this blog today and we realized how appalling long it has been since I updated this blog. He skimmed through my past stories, laughing at his own comments so articulately typed and sent out into the interwebs. His laugh is something I am always in pursuit of so he inspired me to type out a new one. Luckily we watched a movie tonight that provided me plenty of material.

Christmas time is approaching quickly. The tree is decked with stars and blinking lights. A wreath hangs welcomingly at our door. Sparkling wrapped presents are stowed beneath the tree and spread across the floor. The first dancing cascades of snow are draped across the world today.

With the approaching holiday comes the inevitable Christmas movies. Today we curled up on the couch and dove into Mr. A’s favorite holiday movie – Scrooged.

It is the typical Christmas Story by Dickens. A selfish, money-obsessed CEO swept into a more postive outlook on life on the coattails of three ghosts. Past. Present. And Future. Concluded with (SPOILERS) a rising sing-along spreading through different segements of the city, uniting them with sheer joy of the holiday and one heart’s transformation.

What sets this movie apart from the Christmassy trend of over-glitzed, sickeningly heartwarming films of it’s genre, is the sheer genius of Bill Murray. He turns a simple, selfish Scrooge into a satirical, wisecracking larger-than-life man.

Francis is a man obsessed with TV and his own career, who wins Humanitarian awards no matter how many little old ladies he must kill in the process. Throughout his adventure into his own life, he seems aware of how the ghosts were attempting to change his perspective and retained sarcastic skeptism. Yet the ghosts’ persistance and the darkness of his journey bring about a miracle…just in time for Christmas. This of course brought on the aforementioned live televised (at the point of a shotgun) heartwarming song.

The best scene in the movie is definitely Bill Murray’s character, Francis, sorting through his Christmas list with his secretary. Choosing between a VHS and a bath towel to send to everyone he knows. Murray is dashingly heartless, demonstrating only pure distain. It was only slightly tainted by Mr. A’s frequent quoting of the entire scene. But his laughter throughout made up for it.

Another retelling of one of my least favorite Christmas stories, yet spun into a work of sheer genius.

Mr. A resisted my attempts to coax a quote out of him, hence why this post is full of more of my nonesensical ramblings than his humerous ancedotes. He can be a bit of a Scrooge sometimes but I’m sure this holiday spirit will loosen him up in time for the next post.

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