We all have the Christmas movies we watch on repeat each December and not before December.
Watching Home Alone in August doesn’t feel right.
“Don’t push me down Clark.”
“Bend over and I’ll show ya.”
The list goes on and on.
The slapstick humor makes it timeless.
I know every year Clark is going to mash his face with those boards but I still laugh.
The hustle and bustle of Christmas shopping, year end bonuses, and of course, family.
I would like to make one thing extremely clear before I go any further.
I love my parents and my in-laws.
I absolutely enjoy spending time when they are over or when I’m visiting their homes.
I got extremely lucky with fun parents and normal in-laws.
That said, I cannot imagine having them in my house for 10 DAYS leading up to Christmas.
Hosting Christmas is hectic.
The week and a half leading up to hosting is a massive undertaking if you’re doing it right.
Now imagine your mom is there asking where you keep your Splenda?
Or your old man has too much cheese and makes a mess of your toilet.
The amount of times you see your wife mentally lose it on your mother-in-law would be off the charts.
(Speaking of, Ellen Griswold’s parents are absolutely brutal.
If my father-in-law insulted me at every turn I’d probably cry.)
Throw a 1 year old and dogs in the mix and it was probably less chaotic leaving Saigon.
In fact, they become less “movie” and more just “life.”
“It’s Christmas and we’re all in misery.”
