This is the briefest of posts, for it is 11:37 a.m. Christmas Day, and my younger brother has just left to fetch his girlfriend Bev. She did not come here last evening as I had expected she might.
The plan is that she will be collaborating with my brother on the preparation of a wonderful turkey dinner.
My wife will be showing up anon; at present, both of her adult sons are yet abed.
Reportedly Bev wants to watch a special NFL game this afternoon, so Christmas movies will be on hold until she has had her fix of that sport.
As far as Christmas movies go, I want to mention having watched a very poor Christmas movie two evenings ago titled The Heart of Christmas. It was clearly an overtly Christian movie that could only be considered anything at all happy if the viewer was a convert; to anyone else, it was utterly depressing.
I also did not care for the Christian songs some guy kept singing as background or mood music throughout the movie.
I would never knowingly watch this movie again.
Last evening my brother and I watched two old 1947 Christmas movies. I led them off with Christmas Eve, and then It Happened on 5th Avenue. They were delightful, although I would rate the second of them to be the better. Young Gale Storm (she was around 25 years old) was so very fetching in the lead female role.
But I must take leave now. It is 11:52 a.m. My eldest stepson is up, and my brother and Bev are both here now.
I will only pause this post on the chance that I may add to it later today. However, if I find no time, then I will simply publish it this evening without adding a further word.
No comments:
Post a Comment