I hope I have established a new Christmas Eve tradition for myself.
Last night was the first annual Christmas Eve viewing of Hot Tub Time Machine.
While it is flawed, it is also very funny. It is not, of course, a Christmas movie, but it's wintry and festive and there's a lot of cocaine. Come on.
AND: you get to witness the delayed awesomeness of Crispin Glover getting dismembered. Awesome.