And so it begins. In come the Christmas carols, the pretty snow and incredibly barren December television season.
It never ceases to amaze me how the world celebrates endlessly throughout Christmas, even though the tube remains remarkably stark of anything remotely entertaining. I realize this could be a potentially sad statement on my life, but I see no need to celebrate when you’re being held hostage to unfinished plotlines from a distant November.
I need closure and no amount of gift-giving can fill that gaping hole that spells TV in my heart.
All year long I tune into shows good and bad and provide television with my undying viewership and come December TV leaves me high and dry to do what? Purge itself of quality like Arrested Development so we can start with a clean slate of The Bachelor in the new year? Keep me from my regular fix of Wentworth so Kiefer can help me ring in 2006?
I demand television give me more this holiday season.
How about some special X-Mas doses of my favourite shows as a gift? There is the odd special in the middle of December, but I want episodes the whole month through–and I’m not talking the DVD kind; that’s just as bad as re-gifting.
Let’s put an end to the fluffy Christmas hour, and give audiences a Christmas mini-series. Yes, I know those precious star-types need a break too, but the holidays are a time to give back, and if I can be saved from having to watch that freaky clay-animated Rudolph special once more–consider your good deeds done.
What could be better than gathering around the warm glow of the tube with your loved characters nearby? Er, and family too? I defy you to find something else.
Television, I’ll be waiting. All I want for Christmas is you.
