“The Muppet
Christmas Carol”: Childhood gem and a nostalgic piece of me. So much, I cannot
let go each Christmas year. By far this is my favorite version of the Christmas
Carol because it has that child touch, yet intended for adults. There is humor
and there is the moral to the story. I love the mix of creatures and humans
together; that odd factor of a new type of reality in which there has to be a
suspension of disbelief to believe. I believe I can fly. Yah, sure, there are a
couple too many singy songs, but the story gets told and that poor witty kitty
kat gets to run an errand after having a wreath thrown at him. Of course, I
loved the ghost of Christmas present; he is a holly jolly fat soul: know me
better, man. Ho, ho, ho, ho. How about those ugly, extra bugly creatures at the
nephew’s house? What in Jim Henson’s green earth where those things? Alligator?
Dinosaur? Crocodile? Dinodile? Allisaur? My favorite was Fozziwig holding a
horn next to his ear to hear the present rattle from Scrooge. Did it? I couldn’t
hear it. Ha, ha, ha. Know me ear better, man! Is it not amazing, that one story
can change culture and a holiday so much? Well, it pretty much set the tone in
the past, and sets the tone for all eternity and beyond that. The Christmas
spirit is Scrooge. We are all Scrooges at various points of our lives; we are
only, truly reminded of the fact during Christmas time. Jingle bells, jingle
bells. We should remember Scrooge every day. If every day was like Scrooge time!
Bah …………………………………………. Humbug. Know me better, man. Hahahahaha. Hohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohooooooooooo!!!!!!
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