The strangest thing about this phenomenon is the way it alters my attitudes about television. Suddenly, I find that those bizarre morning talk shows feel a little more charming, and the characters on family-style dramadies seem to have it all figured out. Plus, while I normally love 30 Rock, it somehow takes on a whole new significance this time of year (don’t get me started on my romanticization of writers’ rooms).
Maybe I’m confused about the concept of Christmas?