It’s pretty well known that It’s a Wonderful Life, when it
was released in 1946, wasn’t met with universal acclaim. The second world war
had recently ended and the nation was a bit jaded and disillusioned.
The Lost Weekend, a dramatic portrayal of a chronic alcoholic, won the Oscar
for Best Picture that year.
Which is not to say that the film bombed or that every
critic dismissed it—but many did. Will it surprise anyone to learn that the New
Yorker was unimpressed? Here’s their original review, right beside an ad for
canned mushrooms, boiled in butter.
And so it goes with the greatest Christmas song of all time:
“Fairytale of New York” by The Pogues. As with It’s a Wonderful Life, “Fairytale
of New York” is filled with people living, talking, aspiring, failing, not quite living the life that they'd imagined… oh, and
also, it’s Christmas.
This, for me, sets them apart from the throngs of Christmas
movies and songs that basically announce, ad nauseam: It’s Christmas! It’s
Christmas! It’s Christmas! Wait... will there BE a Christmas this year? Oh! No! It seems not... wait! What's that sound in the distance? It's a Christmas miracle! Et cetera.
And so there you have it. Just one song in this post. ... But wait! What's that sound in the distance? Is it... Darlene Love? Singing “Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)”? Which is also the greatest Christmas song of all time? Both songs are the greatest? How is that possible? Is it... a Christmas miracle?
Yes. Yes, it is. And also, it’s not a contest.
Merry Christmas!
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