Uncle Bardie’s Movie of the Week: Arthur Saves Christmas

Once a week on Monday, Uncle Bardie shares a movie with his Readers he gives a big two thumbs up. It will simply be a short excerpt or a trailer for the movie. From time to time, a reflection on the movie will appear below the video. So pop some popcorn and give yourself a treat. This week’s movie is an extra special Christmas movie, “Arthur Christmas” (2011):

As y’all know, I have not done an animated feature here at Uncle Bardie’s Movie of the Week. Until now. You see, it’s Christmas and what better way to celebrate than with an absolutely scrumptious animated movie. So sit down, relax and get ready for Arthur time.

Back in the long ago time of 2011, Arthur was doing his regular job at the North Pole. Answering letters from boys and girls everywhere who might have an itsy, bitsy, teeny weeny doubt about Santa’s existence. It’s Arthur’s job to assure the children that Santa not only exists but he will be making deliveries at their houses.

How can Arthur sell Santa so sincerely. He’s Santa’s youngest. And he’s up to the job of Christmas cheer ‘cause there’s one thing Arthur loves more than anything. Arthur loves Christmas. He loves Christmas so much he is the embodiment of the Christmas spirit. Think Christmas and Arthur’s face comes up.

In this movie, there are no villains. I repeat. There are no villains. No grinches either. ‘Course Santa’s tired and ready to retire. Just one more Christmas delivery and it’s the sandy beaches of Florida. Only one thing to do after this final delivery. Choose a new Santa. The candidate most likely is Arthur’s older brother, Steve. Steve does have a lot of enthusiasm for the whole Christmas gig. He has whipped the elves into shape the way only a good drill sergeant can.

So it’s Christmas Eve, 2011. Santa takes out the new, extra special twenty-first century sled for delivery duty. At his side is the 1st Field Elf Battalion to do the dirty work and get the toys to every deserving boy and girl, and some not so deserving. “Operation Santa Claus is coming to town.” The sled is faster than a speeding bullet, making its rounds. Every child gets the special Santa treatment. Except one. Gwen.

You heard me right. Santa missed a child.

“But Santa never misses a child,” you say.

When Arthur realizes that Gwen has been missed, he calls it to Steve’s attention. Steve ignores him. He calls it to Santa’s attention. Santa ignores him. After all, it’s Arthur and he can be a bit of a pain. What with his Christmas over-the-top enthusiasm. Besides what is one child. “Christmas is not a time for emotion,.” according to Steve.

Arthur decides that it just won’t do that Gwen will be missed. He takes it personally that a child was missed. He goes off on a mission to save Gwen’s Christmas. With a little help from Grandsanta, his old wooden sleigh Evie and an elf named Bryony.

So get in the Christmas spirit and cheer Arthur on. He just might make it. After it is Christmas and miracles do occur.

Something for Monday: My Santa Claus Kit

So now it’s Christmas Eve I must admit

It’s time to pull out my old Santa Claus Kit

Done it a thousand times, still it’s a hit

It must be done for it’s in the holy writ

First the bourbon to get delightfully lit

Then I stumble on down to the basement

And search under all the whatchamacallits

Till I am completely at the end of my wits.

After lots and lots of starts and fits

I am not about to call it quits

Till up it pops from where it sits

My one and only Santa Claus Kit.

My red suit is in it, so are my white mits

To keep my hands warm for the night’s trip

My boots black as coal and other condiments

Even some meds for my one true zit.

The night is ready, a sleigh to equip

Up on the roof I make for it

In my sweater Mrs. Claus did knit

It’s so snug it’s a just right fit

On the third floor I stop to try and get

The eight reindeer from where they sit

They care about Christmas not one whit

They want a raise or they say that’s about it.

Even Rudolph, he’s such a snit

He has a red nose, he thinks he’s really It

I go to pull them after me till I get bit

“Ouch,” I cry, then, “I’m ’bout out of my wits.”

“We’ll not go with you,” the reindeer spit

I’m ‘bout to sober up, I need another hit

Of the bourbon so I can get some grit.

I take a swig and it does the trick

I throw my rope ‘round the reindeer neck

Before they know what happened lickety split

They’re ready to have a go at it

Up on the roof. To the sleigh they’re hitched

Then it’s over to the elf’s closet

Where I grab my bag and I toss it

Into the sleigh it makes something of a dent

Then I jump into the seat and sit

I raise the reins and ready for the ascent

One last shot of bourbon and I am bent

For the heavens and the stars that are lit

To guide my ‘round the world event

The seat is hard in the place I have to sit

Tomorrow my behind will have one big dent

For there’s no cushion in my Santa Claus Kit

Next year I’ll ask Santa, a pillow I shall get.