Kirk Cameron's "Saving Christmas”

I'm that guy (well, gal to be proper)

I wanted to watch this movie on Pure Flix the other night. It looked like it was a good movie. It wasn't your typical Christmas flick that's for sure. 

As soon as the main character (other than Kirk) was introduced, my husband says to me, "That's you!" and I laughed in agreement. Well, don't I feel like the jerk now. Especially after it's revealed that Christian, the brother-in-law of Kirk in the movie, is the theologically-correct guy who just can't see how Christmas is honoring Jesus. That's right, Christian is that guy and we find out along the way that it's actually Christian who is the one that's got it all wrong. It's actually Christian who is the Scrooge in this story and is ruining Christmas for everyone else.

So let's be real; I am not proud to be that gal. I don't want to be the one who trudges along to family gatherings with a huff and a puff, feeling like I'm being drug off to prison for 2 hours. I don't want to be the one who sits there, staring off at space, dreading every moment of the holiday gatherings. But I've been that person for the past few years. Well, especially now since we have a toddler. Because nobody else cares if Ian got a nap or not. Nobody else cares if we have to endure the wrath of an angry, over-tired, cranky toddler for the rest of the day. Nope, nobody in our family (my husband's side of the family) really cares about anyone but themselves. And that is why I hate Christmas gatherings with them. 

I hate the way Thanksgiving and Christmas is just a day for everyone to "get together" and sit in a crowded little space, with a television blasting, and chatter that is really nothing more than noise. I hate how there's no real thanks giving except for that short, relatively rushed, moment when someone - usually an older religious person in the family - says grace. I hate how the conversations are seemingly pointless (football, stupid antics of others, and catching up on life because nobody tends to do it throughout the year). I hate how the gift giving is also relatively thoughtless. I mean, why the heck does my one year old need toys that are meant for a 3 year old? Why is it nobody bothers to ask us what Ian needs, other than of course my father-in-law. He's like the only one on my husband's side who does think before buying stuff, and yet he lives thousands of miles away in South Carolina. 

Well, anyway, I really liked this movie. My favorite part was the telling of how much a defender of the faith the real Saint Nick was. I was able to walk away from the movie with a new outlook on Christmas season and a reminder of what it is all about.