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...and now for
a holiday special
revisiting old holiday favorites by Yee-Fan Sun | 1 2 continued from page 1 As How the Grinch Stole Christmas came on, with its wacky Seuss rhymes and sing-along classic tunes, the boy came home, put down his laptop bag, then noted the familiar grumpy green mug on TV. The Grinch! -- he exclaimed, flopping down on the couch to join me. We giggled at the roast beast; decided that a certain acquaintance of ours would make a perfect Grinch; pondered the age-old question of why the Who children all seem to have antennae, though not the adults. By the next commercial break, we were both suckered in. What should we do tonight? I asked. This is good, the boy answered, as he rearranged the pillows to make himself more comfortable. The Grinch made way for Frosty the Snowman. I don’t remember Frosty being so dumb, the boy opined. Professor Hinkle disturbs me, I agreed. Fortunately, the final strains of that familiar song soon sent Frosty off to the North Pole with Santa Claus, and it was on to Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Watching Rudolph and his elf pal Hermey adventure in the Land of Misfit Toys, we noted that Santa seemed kind of racist, wondered why Hermey said “dentist” like it was some kind of euphemism, concluded that claymation was the coolest and that Rudolph still rocked. I’ve always been the sort of person who thinks of beloved books and movies and TV shows as old friends, and old friends and family, after all, are what this time of year is all about. So maybe it’s not so strange that no matter how old I get or how many times I see these movies, finding they’re still on TV year after year never fails to make these spirits just a little bit brighter. I love revisiting the characters and hearing their stories again and again; getting reacquainted with them after some time has passed. But most of all, perhaps, I love reflecting on what’s changed in my own life between now and back then. This year more than most, I find myself looking ahead too. As the boy and I snuggled on the sofa, lit by the twinkle of Christmas lights on one side and the TV glow on the other, I thought about what this happy household scene might look like next time we managed to catch the Grinch, Frosty or Rudolph in their annual appearance – where we might be living … and what future members of our family might be watching with us. Those Christmas classics, they stay the same year after year, but me, the boy, our little family, we’re growing up; we’re growing together. And all this is good. o check
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