Arthur Christmas is the story of the half-wit clumsy son of Santa, Santa being an overweight guy in a suit. The notions of selfishness and family love were broadcast in the most careful, roundabout, politically correct ways. Most of all the phantom "true meaning of Christmas" was shoved down the viewers throat.Now this is why I avoid Christmas movies. They turn me into a Scrooge. Arthur Christmas was a perfectly cute and acceptable children's Christmas film, that is, if you don't mind swallowing flies along with your honey. While it was all about Christmas joy, tinsel, Santa, presents, reindeer, and elves; well, that was all it was about. The "true meaning of Christmas" Phantom strikes again. What is the "true meaning" anyway? Is is spending time with family? Is it giving and receiving? Or, "it's the thought that counts"? Is it the notion that less is more and living simple holidays make for the best memories? Who knows.
I wish to leave you with this holiday thought:
What is the true meaning of Christmas for you?
Or, even better yet:
How often does the Baby in Bethlehem take top spot in your holiday rush priorities list?
