Ah, it’s that time of year again. Your family is calling, making plans. Your bank account has ruptured from overuse. You are coming to hate the world and everyone in it. Merry Christmas.
It doesn’t have to be this way. I want to give you a gift.The best gift. Some might call it the only gift. I am giving you the gift of camp.
Starting tomorrow, prepare yourself to be amazed as I guide you through the campiest, most ridiculous films Christmas has to offer. You will meet homicidal cookies, unhinged snowmen, and more alternative Santa Clauses than you ever wanted to know about. So drop that antifreeze in the egg nog and prepare yourself for the first truly delightful holiday you’ve had since, well, ever. Twelve long days of Yuletide stupidity.
Or you could watch “Four Christmases” with your in-laws. Again. Because it’s just that cute.