I watch the trailer and it seems very slap-sticky to me. I can't imagine sitting through a Christmas Carol that seems to think Scrooge getting smacked in the crotch with icicles is the worst thing that could happen to him.
We've decided to take Elizabeth to the Radio City Christmas Show. She sees the commercials on TV and sings the jingle all the time. Hopefully she'll be able to sit still for 90 minutes.
Dollypop, those 90 minutes will fly by, and Elizabeth will never forget the experience.
I took my nieces, who were visiting from out of town. I assure you I went in with arms folded (metaphorically). Within half a minute, I felt precisely 5 years old.