The Magic is Gone

December 18, 2025

For the first time in my life, I have no urge whatsoever to watch any of the classic Christmas specials on television. Do you recall the utter excitement and exuberance that was brought to your school day when you knew Rudolph was going to be on that night? The Grinch? Frosty the Snowman? Or my Personal Favorite, 'Twas the Night Before Christmas? It was an all out event! It made your day! It made everybody's day! The anticipation was contagious.

A couple of weeks ago, I had my mom over for dinner. She suffers from the later stages of Alzheimer's disease, so most of the time we watch stuff that is easy for her to understand. Our normal show is America's Funniest Home videos. We all sit on the couch and have a good laugh at seeing people fall off of rooflines, get their balls crushed on a handrail, a wiffleball to the nut sack...you know, all good humored fun! But I figured since it was the Christmas season, I would que up one of the classics. Frosty, was up first.

I'm not quite sure how it took 40 plus years for me to realize it, but Frosty the Snowman is the most half assed, poorly produced pile of holiday vomit that I have ever seen. Seriously, why was this considered a classic? Why did it ever make it past the first running back in December of 1969. Even my poor mother, with the few marbles she has left, looked bored...if not aghast that she was being made to watch this pile of filth! My lord! Again, why did it take me 40 years to realize the awfulness of this cartoon? And why did they give Frosty a Staten Island accent?! Balderdash I say!

Well, I'm not sure if it was my revelation, or if it's because even my children have no interest in Christmas specials either, but I didn't bother to watch any of the others. Charlie Brown Christmas...sorry Chuck, I just don't find snoopy funny anymore. And quite frankly, him and Woodstock are probably long gone anyway! Rudolph, with your nose so bright, please don't guide my sleigh tonight. And the Grinch, well, I kind of agree with his ideals...Christmas is nothing more than an invention to make us buy oodles of shit we simply don't need.

Bah humbug I say, the magic is gone. Although, that being said, there better be a bottle of some Christmas cheer under the tree, and several large gifts. Well, maybe I'll que up Mickey's Christmas Carol, just one last time.

Merry Christmas everybody!!

I don't see any bottles under that tree, what gives?