My winner for last week’s prize is Joanne Guidoccio. Thanks for entering, Joanne!
Winding down toward Christmas. It’s snowy here, which makes it easy to anticipate the holiday and relish memories. Some of my favorite Christmas memories have taken place in front of a television set, an oddity for someone like me, who thinks a TV screen’s main purpose is to collect dust.
We didn’t go to movies when I was a kid. Partly because we lived way out in the country and society wasn’t as mobile as it is now. “Town” was one day a week then, to get groceries. I live five miles from where I grew up, but I go to town most every day for one thing or another.
Oops, digressing, but yes, we didn’t go to movies, so my first time for seeing old standards was when they came to television. I remember icy weekends watching Shirley Temple movies and becoming acquainted with Bing Crosby’s Father O’Malley from Bells of St. Mary’s and Going My Way. TV is where I first saw Miracle on 34th Street, White Christmas, The Bishop’s Wife, Holiday Inn, It’s A Wonderful Life, and…I’m digressing again. I didn’t even make it a whole paragraph!
What I am writing about—really!—is Christmas episodes of TV shows. Do you have favorites? I certainly do.
I love watching the cast of The Andy Griffith Show spending the day at the Mayberry courthouse because of the community Scrooge. Another favorite is the Gunsmoke episode with Jeanette Nolan, Jack Elam, and a very young Erin Moran guest-starring in a story about orphans. Then there was the episode of M*A*S*H* where the doctors on the show falsified the time of a soldier’s death so that his kids wouldn’t have to remember that their daddy died on Christmas. Even writing about those episodes makes my eyes tear up a little and revives some heartache that usually stays buried.
The nice thing about Christmas episodes is that, other than a few like the ones listed above, I don’t remember them. This means several things. (1) I enjoy seeing them again. (2) They leave little warm places that can’t necessarily be defined because I don’t know what caused those particular sweet spots. And (3) I enjoy seeing them again. I said this twice because I will watch them no matter how many times they’re televised.
So, what’s your favorite? Got another giveaway going on, so leave a comment!
Oh, and a bonus question. (The other Wranglers are going to get ticked at me for taking the good questions, but that’s what happens when you’re the Monday girl. J) Who’s your favorite movie or TV Santa? Mine is Edmund Gwenn from the original Miracle on 34th Street.