So, the Muppets are back on TV. When I heard the news, I was… well. What’s the next step down on the hype-o-meter from “Cautiously Optimistic”? “Reluctantly Pessimistic”? I mean, I wanted to be excited, I really did. I love the Muppets. I do. But given their recent history, I haven’t been able to muster up the love like I once did.
I will be the first to admit that when it comes to almost all Christmas media, you might as well call me Scroogey McGrincherson. I loathe almost all of it. I can think of maybe 5 Christmas songs that don’t make me want to shove an electric drill into my ear, just to stop the screaming. Quality “Christmas Specials” are fewer and farther between. I can tolerate some of the old stop-motion specials. Mickey’s Christmas Carol is decent enough. I’ve been known to enjoy the movie “A Christmas Story”, and I’ll acknowledge the existence of some absolutely amazing Christmas episodes of NBC’s Community. Jim Henson’s The Christmas Toy is also fantastic. But there is one golden egg, one diamond in the rough, one sparkling jewel of Christmas joy amongst the media-stocking that is otherwise full of Christmas Coal. That piece of greatness is “A Muppet Family Christmas”.