by Douglas Messerli
I’ll begin by admitting that I absolutely enjoy George Seaton’s and Valentine Davies’ holiday fantasy, Miracle on 34th Street. I have probably watched this film every year of my adult life on Thanksgiving day or during the Christmas season, and I get delight just imagining that I might have been able witness the premiere of this film as a 6-month old baby.
State Supreme Court rules there’s no Santa Claus. It’s all
over the papers.The kids read it and they don’t hang up
their stockiings. Now what happens to all the toys that
are supposed to be in those stockings. Nobody buys them.
The toy manufactures are going to like that; so they
have to lay off a lot of their employees, union employees.
Now you got the CIO and AF of L against you and they’re
going to adore you for it and they’re going to say it with votes.
Oh, and the department stores are going to love you too and
the Christmas card makers and the candy companies. Ho ho,
Henry, you’re going to be an awful popular fella. And
what about the Salvation Army? Why, they got a Santa
Claus on every corner, and they’re taking a fortune.