I think I might just have to gag.

There are certain holiday classic movies — Capra’s “It’s A Wonderful Life” and the version of “A Christmas Carol” with George C. Scott as Ebenezer Scrooge, for example — and I even like Bill Murray’s “Scrooged” at this time of the year.  But I gotta tell ya, between Hallmark and Lifetime on cable, I feel like I’m suffering from saccharine overload.

Pick any one of ‘em, and I’ll tell you how it ends:  somebody’s heart is broken, then a pompous ass steps in and almost ruins it while the TRUE love is suffering in silence, only to have the little-too-precious kid (there’s ALWAYS a kid!) step up at the eleventh hour and hook up grieving parent A with appropriate suitor B.  Yawn.

Yeah, I know, it’s all about feel-good stories at Christmastime, but my poor system can only take so much of this drivel before I’ll need to go into intensive therapy.  Guess what, made-for-TV-movie makers?  We’ve seen it all before, and it wasn’t any good the first 30 or 40 times around!  Oh, well.  At least I won’t have to worry about any Miracle burn diets after this.  These things make me lose my appetite.