Since we are approaching the holidays, and I’m totally obsessed with watching everything on TV with even the remotest connection to Christmas, I knew I had to recap “Christmas at Plum Creek.” Sorry if I’m jumping the Christmas gun. Lifetime Channel and ABC Family have been inundating my Tivo with The True Meaning of Christmas and orphans and lost loves and grumpy successful people who could learn a thing or two from the homeless guy dressed as Santa who has to get home in time for the holidays despite the major blizzard that promises a White Christmas for the town that needs a miracle (whew…) since before Thanksgiving, so I feel completely justified in watching this episode of Little House on the Prairie just a couple of weeks early this year.
I’m sort of in love with the fact that Christmas is the one time of year that life sucks for the Ingalls. Anyone else watch this one and wonder why they didn’t just fall into a well or lose a baby while they were at it? Let’s see, Mary and Caroline work tirelessly to buy the same fabric and make the exact same shirt for Pa, who has overworked himself to the point of exhaustion on some broken wagon wheels, just so that he can afford to buy Caroline a stove, that has already been purchased by Laura in a trade with Mr. Oleson for her beloved pony, Bunny, who, incidentally, was just fitted for a new saddle for Laura’s Christmas present. It’s like the Gift of the Magi on heroine up in this piece.
The only one who comes out on top this Christmas is Mary, who got some creepy fur stole that made me want to barf because I SWEAR I saw eyes and a tongue on that thing. I’d say that Carrie did pretty good for herself, bargain-shopping a Christmas star for Pa (talking the Olesons down from five cents to a penny is nothing short of a Christmas miracle), but then Carrie said some pretty stupid shit throughout the episode, and I just can’t help but feel like she’d be just as proud of herself for taking a poop in her bed.
Merry Christmas Ingalls. Hope your New Year doesn’t find you cropless and blind.
But I’ll bet everything is resolved when Pa fake plays the fiddle for everyone.
Oh you KNOW he played the fake fiddle. And everyone danced. Except Carrie, who just jumped up and down on the bed, pretending her family gives a shit WHAT she does.
I always get pissed at Mr. Oleson for selling Carrie the star for a penny. If they’re the Ingalls are that dirt poor, why do they need a star for their tree anyway? Shouldn’t they just be happy they’re “together” for the holidays? LOL
Of course, it’s because the whole town worships the do-good Ingalls clan. I wonder what the Ingalls were really like. Probably the most self-righteous, hypocritical group in the whole town. Give me Mrs. Oleson any day! At least you know where she’s coming from. Mr. Garvey seemed like a nice guy, too.
“Gift of the Magi on heroin”
BWAH! More like on crack!
“talking the Olesons down from five cents to a penny is nothing short of a Christmas miracle”
Well, you can’t blame Nils for trying to make a buck. And Mrs. Olson would never have caved. At the very least she would have coerced Carrie into doing totally humiliating tasks or something to make up the 4 cent difference.
I know the show was filmed in California, but the green trees in the background during a December in Minnesota always pisses me off. And then they have the nerve to put down some patches of fake snow outside the Oleson’s store with green trees in the background.
The fur stole on Mary was awful. The real Ingalls would not be caught dead with something that hideous on one of their daughters.