I've never understood all this "true meaning of Christmas" nostalgia. If it weren't for the commercialization-- the collective obligatory buying spree, the competitive decorating, and the stuffing ourselves with chocolates and cookies and brandy-- Christmas would be about as important as Michaelmas or St. Swithin's day. To me, the most honest media appraisal of the "true meaning of Christmas" is in the movie A Christmas Story: it's "the holiday around which the whole kid year revolves." Because of all the presents. Stuff, goodies-- like Red Ryder b.b. guns.
So Smallville had a drunk, depressed "Santa". I thought it was kind of funny, if not terribly original. There's a long TV tradition of alcoholic and misanthropic department store Santas. The Twilight Zone had a great episode.
Show me one kid who was actually traumatized for life by seeing a department store Santa portrayed on TV as staggering drunk, and I'll eat one of those red fuzzy caps with the white pompom on top.
I thought "Lexmas" was fun.
So Smallville had a drunk, depressed "Santa". I thought it was kind of funny, if not terribly original. There's a long TV tradition of alcoholic and misanthropic department store Santas. The Twilight Zone had a great episode.
Show me one kid who was actually traumatized for life by seeing a department store Santa portrayed on TV as staggering drunk, and I'll eat one of those red fuzzy caps with the white pompom on top.
I thought "Lexmas" was fun.
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