“Merry Christmas! Shitter was full,” those famous words from Cousin Eddie in National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. Cousin Eddie embodies what makes Christmas movies great, cheesy absurdity.
I’ve been binge watching Christmas movies and James Bond films for the last several weeks. I’ve lived on a diet of holiday treats and strong black coffee; life is good.
Every night in December we settle into bed, watching a different holiday movie. Ms. Coco falls asleep quickly; I end up watching these movies several times. The next day she’ll ask “how did the movie end?” I reply ” the same way they always do, with someone falling in love.”
Ms.Coco falls asleep after being overwhelmed with holiday cheer. I switch to watching James Bond save the world from inevitable disaster. I don’t know how this became a holiday tradition for me, but it brings back childhood memories watching 007 escape the clutches of a supervillain.
Escaping holiday stress has been my harrowing act. I’ve made it a point to set holiday boundaries and expectations, not only for myself but people close to me. I’m not going shopping on Black Friday or anytime around Christmas.
Ms. Coco and I might not be traditional with our celebrations, but we are developing our traditions. We’ve invested in some lovely nutcrackers, we make our world famous oreo truffles, and we strung three whole string of lights on our front porch this year.
I’m excited to see what new movies and traditions we create. As Clark W. Griswold Jr. would say “We’re gonna press on, and we’re gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny f#$%ing Kaye.”