A Sap For Holiday Classics
I'm a self-confessed sap when it comes to holiday movies and music. Last night I popped myself a bag of popcorn, poured myself a rum & coke and settled on the couch to watch the 1942 musical Holiday Inn.
Maybe it's the cozy setting of a Connecticut inn complete with a crackling fire and snow softly falling in the background; maybe it's the combination of Bing Crosby's voice, Fred Astaire's feet and Marjorie Reynolds' beauty; or maybe it was my rum & coke. Whatever it was, when Crosby and Reynolds started singing White Christmas at the piano, I got goose bumps and tears started welling up. They just don't make 'em like that anymore.
Yup. A big sap indeed.
Maybe it's the cozy setting of a Connecticut inn complete with a crackling fire and snow softly falling in the background; maybe it's the combination of Bing Crosby's voice, Fred Astaire's feet and Marjorie Reynolds' beauty; or maybe it was my rum & coke. Whatever it was, when Crosby and Reynolds started singing White Christmas at the piano, I got goose bumps and tears started welling up. They just don't make 'em like that anymore.
Yup. A big sap indeed.
posted by Steph at 1:14 p.m.
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