As a kid (and for much of my adulthood) I would host an annual Holiday Film Festival for a party of one, moi. White Christmas, Holiday Inn, Christmas in Connecticut, It’s a Wonderful Life, A Christmas Story were required viewing, while The Bells of St. Mary, The Bishop’s Wife, and the scene from Meet Me in St. Louis where Judy Garland tears our hearts out singing “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” were on standby, if time allowed.
Looking back, I wonder how I managed this before there were DVRs and VCRs. I was literally chained to my TV Guide. (A TV guide, for you “younguns”, was a printed booklet that arrived in the Sunday paper with a listing and schedule of all the shows on that week. I used to memorize the prime time line-up and recite it to my family at the dinner table. How proud they must’ve been.)