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it's about that time for my wee christmas time tradition around these parts. i hope everyone out there has a happy christmas/hanukkah/non-denominational holiday. even though i've pretty much abandoned livejournal, i still love love love y'all!
without further ado, here is the fifth annual presentation of a moment from the major motion picture Gremlins, which i seriously consider to be one of the all-time great christmas flicks...
(written by chris columbus)
KATE
Billy, what are these things?
BILLY
They're gremlins, Kate. Just like Mr. Futterman said.
KATE
Now I'll have another reason to hate Christmas...
BILLY
Kate, what are you talking about?
KATE
The worst thing that ever happened to me was on Christmas. God...it was horrible. It was Christmas eve, I was 9 years old. Me and mom were decorating the tree, waiting for dad to come home from work. A couple hours went by, dad wasn't home. Mom called the office- no answer. Christmas came and went, and still nothing. Police began a search. 4 or 5 days went by, neither one of us could eat or sleep. Everything was falling apart. It was snowing outside, the house was freezing so I went to try to light up the fire, and that's when I noticed the smell. Firemen came, broke through the chimney top, and me and mom expected them to pull out a dead cat, or a bird, and instead they pulled out my father. He was dressed in a Santa Claus suit. He'd been climbing down the chimney on Christmas eve, his arms loaded with presents. He was gonna surprise us. He slipped and broke his neck...he died instantly. That's how I found out there was no Santa Claus.
rich.
without further ado, here is the fifth annual presentation of a moment from the major motion picture Gremlins, which i seriously consider to be one of the all-time great christmas flicks...
(written by chris columbus)
KATE
Billy, what are these things?
BILLY
They're gremlins, Kate. Just like Mr. Futterman said.
KATE
Now I'll have another reason to hate Christmas...
BILLY
Kate, what are you talking about?
KATE
The worst thing that ever happened to me was on Christmas. God...it was horrible. It was Christmas eve, I was 9 years old. Me and mom were decorating the tree, waiting for dad to come home from work. A couple hours went by, dad wasn't home. Mom called the office- no answer. Christmas came and went, and still nothing. Police began a search. 4 or 5 days went by, neither one of us could eat or sleep. Everything was falling apart. It was snowing outside, the house was freezing so I went to try to light up the fire, and that's when I noticed the smell. Firemen came, broke through the chimney top, and me and mom expected them to pull out a dead cat, or a bird, and instead they pulled out my father. He was dressed in a Santa Claus suit. He'd been climbing down the chimney on Christmas eve, his arms loaded with presents. He was gonna surprise us. He slipped and broke his neck...he died instantly. That's how I found out there was no Santa Claus.
rich.