My house is back online, just in time for Wuss-out Wednesday. Instead of sitting at Basloe Library (a perfectly wonderful place to be, but I have to wear a bra and shoes ) I am lounged on my couch. But it is still Wuss-out Wednesday. My brain is dead. My body is not doing much better, but my purpose is not to complain but to blog, possibly to entertain. At least I may entertain myself. That’s something.
Steven is watching The Year Without a Santa Claus. Yay, Snow Miser and Heat Miser! Did anybody here Big Bad Voodoo Daddy’s cover of their song? An awesome rendition. However, I have a few problems with this special. I guess I could do worse for a Wuss-out Wednesday post than mention them.
A friend pointed out that the whole plot is a little shaky. The two elves go in search of Christmas spirit so Santa will not take the day off. Then the mayor says if it will snow, he will get all the mayors together and give Santa… the day off! I gotta say what I say when confronted with a plot hole in a cheesy horror movie: Waaaaait a minute!
My first problem happens before the elves take off, though. Mrs. Claus has the wonderful song, “Anyone Can Be Santa Claus,” her first plan being to impersonate the fat man herself. I quite frankly thought (the first time I saw it, and I still think it) that this is a marvelous idea. Of course anyone can be Santa Claus! All you have to do is give somebody something! EVERYBODY should be Santa Claus! But, no, Mrs. Claus is shot down almost immediately. SHE can’t be Santa Claus. Only the REAL Santa Claus will do.
Now don’t tell me it would have been a shorter story if Mrs. Claus had just delivered the toys. They could have put in a lot of twists and turns if they had gone with that plot line. No, I’m not going to write it. If you can’t think of any twists and turns yourself, just take my word for it.
The biggest problem I have always had with this special is the same one I have with almost all the Christmas specials about Santa Claus. Christmas = presents. All I can hear in my head is Boris Karloff saying, “Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”
Well I won’t wax philosophical about that tonight (regular readers know that half-baked philosophy belongs on Lame Post Friday). I’ll just enjoy the fun music and charming animation (so retro), while I ponder the Christmas spirit. I hope you are all having a lovely December so far.