The Christmas Spirit

There's virtually nothing Christmas about this one. Shut it off halfway through last night. MSG middle finger

A Very Merry Mix-Up

Blorch. Alicia Witt can't save this hackneyed "Girl dating douchebag meets the man who's actually right for her and they skirt around each other until she finally wrings her panties out, dumps the fucktard and hooks up with Mr Right two minutes before the credits roll." Christmas is immaterial, it just happens to take place in December, meaning it's good for nothing except purging poison from your stomach. Watched it last year, tried again and could barely withstand 20 minutes. Nausea factor high. Christmas factor low. MSG Middle Finger.

Christmas at Cartwright's

Redhead goddess Alicia Witt is becoming increasingly ubiquitous in the Christmas Cheddar rotation, and this one is not as good at Snow Globe Christmas but better than A Very Merry Mix-Up. This time out she's playing an out of work single mom hiding her gender to work as a department store Santa. There's great support from Wallace Shawn, who until I saw this last year I thought was dead. Hits all the by numbers points, nausea factor moderate and Christmas factor is high. MSG Approved.