“Oh, the silent majesty of a winter’s morn… The clean, cool chill of the holiday air… Uncle Eddie in his bathrobe, emptying a chemical toilet into my sewer.”
Like many good people across the nation, part of our spiritual preparation for the event that is Christmas is the time-honored tradition of watching National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. Nothing says it’s holiday time like Snot hacking on a bone underneath the table at the Griswold Christmas dinner. While we could simply spend the rest of this post repeating lines from the movie (“It’s not going in the yard, Russ. It’s going in the living room”; “Can I refill your eggnog for you? Get you something to eat? Drive you out to the middle of nowhere and leave you for dead?”), we’ll cut straight to the chase for the Sixth Voreblog Readers Forum: What’s your favorite Christmas movie?
