Ok, "White Christmas" was on TV last night. It is officially the Christmas season. And it's fine with me. I love that movie.
I freely admit that, except for "It's a Wonderful Life", "White Christmas" is the motherlode for schmaltz and corn. But I don't care. Everything about it is perfect, from Rosemary Clooney's velvet voice to Danny Kaye's goofy dancing. And when Bing sings the first line of the title song, when everyone's on stage and the snow is falling, if you don't melt into a warm sentimental puddle, there's something wrong with you.
Now, if they'll just play Alastair Sim's "Scrooge", I'll be one happy girl.