Oy, what a cringeworthy production. It's Christmas with a Capital C, a ghastly little movie to pander to the Christian persecution complex at Christmas time.
I've seen enough — I think I'll skip it. Not that I'm likely to have much chance of seeing it: I don't frequent church basements, and I don't watch the Trinity Broadcast Network, and I don't plan on getting pithed any time in the near future.
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Thanks largely to the leather canary, I've amassed a surprising number of non-sucky Christmas songs this year.
Possibly related to the last post. The lyrics are original.
(For this, you need to imagine the younger Free-Ride offspring humming in the background as the elder sings.)
I'm beat, and I have a ton of stuff to do today, so here's some seasonally-appropriate filler.