One of my favorite holiday traditions is sobbing over Beth March’s death. At least once a Christmas season you’ll find me bawled up on the couch sobbing while watching Little Women (the 1994 version.) I don’t know why, but there’s just something about a ghostly pale Claire Danes dying of scarlet fever that gets me in the holiday spirit. The immigrant German family living in the ramshackle hut in the woods also dying from Scarlett fever? It doesn’t really do it for me. But, simple, kind, piano-playing Beth? Works every time.
Last year, I made my in-laws watch me sob while I used their DVD player to help me get into the Christmas spirit.
And, yes, I’ve read the book, and yes, I know the “book is much better than the movie” In the words of Jim Gaffigan, “You know what I enjoyed about the movie? No reading. It only took two hours, and then I could take a nap."
What are your creepy holiday traditions?