A Merry Little Christmas

I can't believe that no one has taken the time or the effort to review this movie. So, I will.

For every bad actor there is a bad film. For every failed punchline there is a moment of comedic bliss. You probably thought that I was going to draw some startling comparison between the two. Sorry.

You know when you see a squirrel just about to be hit by a car? But, suddenly, like the squirrel had taken a yoga class for the past six months, it slips between the car tires and makes it out to the other side? You give a little cheer, right?

Okay, so if you can't conjure up that image, how about this: You are a cat nip stuffer. A stuffer of cat nip. Not stuffing cat nip in untoward places, simply into balls. Or small candy cane shaped fluffy toys void of catnip. Your job is to fill cat nip into toys that you know are going to make one cat very, VERY happy. Feel good, right?

What does this have to do with the movie?

Nothing.

Why do I mention it?

My mom said, if you can't say anything good about something, say nothing at all.

P.S. It could have been worse.