Recently, at the office, we were speaking of Christmas traditions. When I lived with my parents, our tradition was that we opened our gifts on Christmas Eve. It made sense for everyone and as we got older, allowed us to visit friends on Christmas Day. I loved it and would love to carry on the tradition in my house, but the boys love Santa and waking up on Christmas morning – so I think that will have to wait.
One year, my parents attended a christmas party at a hotel; we decided to stay the night, that way our parents could check on us and we could order room service, play in the pool, and watch movies. That year was the first year we had ever seen “A Christmas Story.” From that point on, every Holiday season would mean watching A Christmas Story (ACS) at least once. More often though, we watched it two or three times.
I have started that tradition in my own house and I’m pleased to see the boys love the movie as much as Michael and I do. They love watching Randy get wrapped up in the 4 yard scarf, they love watching Ralphie eat soap. Michael and I especially enjoy the narrator. We love his comments, especially: “In the heat of battle my father wove a tapestry of obscenities that, as far as we know, is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan.” There isn’t one single part of that movie that I don’t enjoy.
We have even coined “sons of bitches” in our everyday language (Sons of bitches! Bumpuses!). Those words go well with Whiskey Tango (code for white trash) that when we have our friends “the hippies” over, that statement is said at least 3 or 4 times. We play Uno with the hippies and it’s a vicious game. Thanks to a Christmas Story – we have a swear word that can be said quickly, under our breath, without the children hearing it.
Now, we could have come up with different (more christmas minded) traditions. Like stringing Cranberries for garland or making ornaments. But the movie, well it just puts everyone in the mood for christmas. We all want a Red Rider BB gun under the tree. So in honour of our tradition… a few more of my favorite quotes from ACS:
“Over the years I got to be quite a connoisseur of soap. Though my personal preference was for Lux, I found that Palmolive had a nice, piquant after-dinner flavor – heavy, but with a touch of mellow smoothness. Life Buoy, on the other hand… YECCHH!”
“Strange. Even something as momentous as the Scut Farkus affair, which it came to be known, was pushed out of my mind as I struggled to come up with a way out of the impenetrable BB gun web, in which my mother had me trapped.”
“The heavenly aroma still hung in the house. But it was gone, all gone! No turkey! No turkey sandwiches! No turkey salad! No turkey gravy! Turkey Hash! Turkey a la King! Or gallons of turkey soup! Gone, ALL GONE! “