Advent Day 20
"People come for me all the time. They just don't find me."
Bon Jovi, mes chéries!
It’s Sunday, we’re 20 days into this advent shit, there’s possibly a new, even more contagious strain of the coronavirus from England (no offense but… classic). This is all to say, today is not a day for exerting brain power.
I am fully in support of liking things simply because they are pleasurable—a refreshing swim in the ocean, a scoop of ice cream fresh from the dairy farm, a toxic sexual entanglement, or, in this case, The Muppets.
I love The Muppets, purely, unironically, genuinely. They taught me how to read, how to share, and about literature that is very important to high school teachers who are maybe a little too preoccupied with “preserving Western culture.” In fact, I thought Charles Dickens was on The Jim Henson Company payroll when I first watched The Muppet Christmas Carol as a child. I have since learned that he is freelance and actually also dead.
I’m sure you know the story, so why not watch it be told by thespian/beauty pageant coach Michael Caine and the most charming puppets to have ever existed. It’s got the music, the jokes and all the heart—a simply perfect way to spend a brain-free Sunday.