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Just watched "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" (and in my world, the only one that exists is the Chuck Jones cartoon version), and I have to admit, it's one of my favorites, due in no small part to my love for Dr. Seuss and his oddball wit and also the fact that none of the stations in my area didn't air it for a good ten years: not sure why. Being deprived of it has made me jump at the chance to watch it when we find it on. I'm also a sucker for "A Christmas Carol" (the version with George C. Scott as Scrooge, the Muppets' version and the musical version with Albert Finney are my personal favorites). And of course, Christmas Eve would not be Christmas Eve without watching "It's a Wonderful Life" and putting the last touches on the Christmas tree. I have to admit to relating to George Bailey a whole lot: I might have big dreams, but circumstances seem to be calling me to serve in a smaller capacity than I would normally choose. (That and I have a bit of a crush on Jimmy Stewart).
And... "Nightmare Before Christmas". It's Tim Burton, it's stop-motion, it has black humor with a lot of goth overtones. You can watch it at Hallowe'en or Christmas. ...I need to get the DVD, stat.
Hard to say if I have any specials that I really dislike, except maybe this one a year or two ago that I can't remember the dumb title of; it involved some wonky-looking claymation anthro-reindeer (or CGI that looked like claymation) making lame attempts at (rather low) slapstick humor. One of the voice actors was Britney Spears... and her character was a female reindeer with rather obvious hoo-hoos. Not that hoo-hoos are bad things (far from it...), they just looked weird on a reindeer, even an anthro-reindeer. Might have just been the model or the way it was rendered, but it seemed like a bad attempt at fanservice. I ended up changing the channel.
I also have to be in the right frame of mind to watch "Miracle on 34th Street"; this probably stems from the fact that as a kid, I was scared of Santa Claus. I didn't freak out or anything like that, I just tended to freeze up whenever the Guy in the Red Suit was around. There's even this photo of me at age six sitting on the lap of a friend of a friend in his Santa get-up, and I look like a rabbit staring into the headlights of an on-coming 18-wheeler on a dark, icy highway. To this day, I am still agnostic about Santa (the Christmas Angel always brought presents to our house, and still does, in a manner of speaking).