Have you ever been channel surfing this time of year, turned to that quintessential holiday movie A Christmas Story, and found yourself unable to change the channel? Why is A Christmas Story a classic? And what can writers learn from the movie?
How Jean Shepherd Wrote A Christmas Story
Like so many movies, A Christmas Story was adapted from a book, or really, just a small section of a novel: In God We Trust: All Others Pay Cash by Jean Shepherd. Shepherd was primarily a radio comedian who told fictionalized stories about his childhood on the radio in the 1960s.
Jean Shepherd was something of the David Sedaris of the 1960s. He wasn't a writer, but he had a lot of friends who were writers, including Shel Silverstein, author of the The Giving Tree and many other children's books. His friends were constantly asking Shepherd to write a book about his hilarious, nostalgic stories of his made-up childhood.
Finally, Silverstein took matters into his own hands and began recording his conversations with Shepherd. Then he transcribed them and worked with Shepherd to edit them into a book. The novel was published in 1966, was an instant New York Times bestseller, and has gone through ten printings, a massive success.
The lesson:
How A Christmas Story Became a Movie
Director Bob Clark first became interested in making A Christmas Story when he heard Jean Shepherd on the radio, telling the story about the boy's tongue sticking to the flagpole.
The movie was released in 1983 to mild success. It had a slow opening weekend and didn't even run through Christmas in most theaters in the U.S. Over the years, though, the movie grew in popularity, especially when TNT began airing it twenty-four hours a day in 1997 on Christmas and Christmas Eve.
Now the movie A Christmas Story is considered by many to be the best Christmas movie of all time.
But what makes it so good? Why do people seem to love it so much?
The Structure of the Christmas Story Movie
Great stories make a promise of disaster at the very beginning and pay off that promise of disaster by the end. As Ian Irvine says, “What can I promise will go wrong?”
This promise of disaster and then payoff of disaster is completely true for A Christmas Story.
The Promise of Disaster: The movie begins with Ralphie talking about what he wants for Christmas: a Red Ryder Carbine Action 200-shot Range Model air rifle. “You'll shoot your eye out,” says his mother, a warning which is repeated throughout the film by his teacher, a mean mall Santa, and some scary witches.
The Payoff: At the movie's climax, Ralphie gets the rifle as a surprise Christmas present. The first time he shoots the gun, the bullet ricochets and hits Ralphie in the eye, knocking off his glasses, which he then steps on and crushes.
What's interesting about A Christmas Story is how simple, even spare, the main plot is. If you cut out all the scenes of the movie that aren't about this central plot, it would be more like a TV sitcom than a feature film.
The rest of the film is a series of funny, episodic events vaguely about Christmas that are shuffled into the main plot.
This episodic structure is rare in most films or novels, but it's actually pretty common for holiday films. Think about Love Actually or A Griswold's Christmas Vacation, which are both episodic, more about a series of touching or funny events rather than a plot that builds up to a climax.
This episodic structure works especially well for comedies and is one of the reasons A Christmas Story is a classic. However, it's much less effective for other genres.
Even so, while the structure of A Christmas Story works well for comedy, it would only be a classic if the film was actually funny. And this is where the movie really shines.
The 6 Types of Humor
Cartoonist Scott Adams says there are six types of humor:
- Naughty. Rude, indecent, raunchy.
- Clever. Witty, sharp.
- Cute. Kids, dogs, slapstick.
- Bizarre. Out of place.
- Mean. Self-explanatory, right?
- Recognizable. “Have you ever noticed…?” every Jerry Seinfeld Joke ever.
For a story, comic strip, or stand-up routine to be successful Adams's rule is that you have to use at least two types of humor.
What makes A Christmas Story work is that it uses every type of humor.
It's NAUGHTY: the leg lamp, cursing, beating up the bully.
It's CLEVER: with the witty banter provided mostly by the narrator, e.g. “Our hillbilly neighbors, the Bumpuses, had at least… 785 smelly hound dogs. And they ignored every other human being on earth but my old man.”
It's CUTE: the best example is when Ralphie gets performance anxiety in front of the mean Santa and can't remember what he wants for Christmas, then finally remembers and crawls back up a slide to tell Santa, giving him his winningest smile.
It's BIZARRE: in so many areas, including the hound dogs eating the Christmas turkey, the crazy leg lamp, and eating Christmas dinner at the Chinese restaurant.
It's MEAN: beating up the bully, ripping the skin off Flick's tongue when it gets stuck, but especially the mean Santa scene, again. When Ralphie cutely asks for the rifle, Santa says, “You'll poke your eye out, kid,” then kicks him with a big black boot down the slide.
It's RECOGNIZABLE: this story is founded on nostalgia. There are bullies, triple dog dares, mom's “irrational” fears about dangerous things, getting in trouble for cursing, dads being… dads, and so many more nostalgic moments almost anyone can relate to.
The Overwhelming Power of Nostalgia
Perhaps the main reason this film is a classic is because of the power of nostalgia.
Jeff Goins told me about this scene from the show Mad Men. Don Draper is making a pitch to Kodak, and says:
Teddy told me the most important idea in advertising is “new.” Creates an itch. You simply put your product in there as a kind of… calamine lotion. But he also talked about a deeper bond with the product: nostalgia. It's delicate… but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, “nostalgia” literally means, “the pain from an old wound.” It's a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone.… It lets us travel the way a child travels. Around and around, and back home again… to a place where we know we are loved.
Like the pain of an old wound, A Christmas Story allows us to relive our experiences with bullies, the feeling of wanting something so bad like Ralphie wants his Red Ryder rifle, getting punished for cursing, the stress of parents fighting.
What makes A Christmas Story a classic is that it reminds us how it felt to be a kid, the good parts and the bad parts.
As a writer, how can you tap into that power of nostalgia? What story will you write that reminds your readers how it felt to be a kid?
Why do you think the movie A Christmas Story is a classic? Let us know in the comments.
PRACTICE
Write a story about your childhood using two of the six types of humor listed above.
Write for fifteen minutes. When your time is up, post your practice in the comments section. And if you post, please be sure to give feedback on a few stories by other writers.
Merry Christmas, happy Holidays, and happy writing!
My Red Wagon
I was never your typical “little girl” kind of child. Sure, I played with dolls, mostly I tucked them into bed and told them to sleep well every night. When I was 6 or 7, I cut the bangs of my Chatty Kathy dolls’ hair. After that, they stuck straight up all of the time! I tried wetting them, curling them, even taping them down, but the end was always the same, BOING! Straight up!
I liked to climb trees, play “Roy Rogers and Dale Evans” at recess, and EVERYTHING about horses! The year I was 10, I asked for a red wagon for Christmas. I was told that was not a “little girl” present and not to expect to get it. But anytime anyone asked me what I wanted for Christmas, I said, “a red wagon”. That was my total focus that year.
My reasoning was, a wagon was useful AND fun. If I had a red wagon, I could carry all my stuff around in it, plus, I could ride in it. I could haul my little sister around in it if I wanted to, or just lie in it and day dream, which was my favorite past time. I never got an inkling from my parents or anyone else that I would receive my heart’s desire.
Christmas morning dawned, we lay in our beds, whispering, waiting for the cue from our parents that it was time to race to the tree and see what Santa brought. Imagine my surprise, when there beside the tree sat my red wagon, replete with a big red bow tied to the handle! I parked my little bottom in that wagon and spent the rest of our Christmas vacation pushing myself around and around the house in it.
I had that red wagon for years, through several moves, and lots of wear and tear, it served as a toy and a tool, ending up hauling horse manure when I was 14 and got my first horse. I put hours of fun into that red wagon and I’m sure my parents never regretted buying it for me.
I love this “Christmas Story.” It give me the same feeling as watching the movie. There is something very magical about a child who wants something SOOOOO badly and then, through some type of magic, receives it.
Thank you!
What a great story. I think it’s powerful that you can remember back to childhood, to something you want so bad. What a wonderful way to document your life. Keep writing!
Thank you!
And who could forget Jean Shepherd’s other book, Wanda Hickey’s Night of Golden Memories?
That was a funny movie. I will never forget it……Happy Holidays!!!!!!
I wrote this short story ten years ago. Here is the opening:
Another “Christmas Story”
by Elizabeth Jones
I had hoped this Christmas season was going to be somehow, well, different.
Alas, it was the same.
Same old frantic shoppers, frantically rushing from store to store. Same old lighted decorations in our newly renovated downtown shopping district. Same old “holiday” songs sung at our children’s school “winter concert.” (note: not “Christmas
concert.” Not, heaven forbid, expressing the seasonal view of the
predominant religious group in these United States in even one song in the
concert. No.)
Same old Christmas video tapes played in our apartment. (Condominium, really. Small, modest rooms, in a great area in our town. Such a steal, at the time we bought it. But I
digress.)
As I was saying, my family—specifically my husband—played the same old video tapes that they had played every year since I could remember. Especially, over and over again, “A Christmas Story.” Or, as I shall refer to it from this point forward, The
Movie.
(the full short story can be found at my blog, http://www.matterofprayer.net. My Twitter account is @chaplaineliza)
Recently had some back-and-forth on FB regarding this movie. Some people get it, some don’t. I came to the conclusion that you can’t explain it. Either you get it or you don’t, but you proved me wrong. It can be explained…
My cousins usually visited our home a day or so after Christmas and while the adults ate at the dinning room table, the kids were assigned to a couple of card tables in the den. This seemed to suit everyone, as it gave the adults time to talk alone and not in “ear-shot” of the children. Of course, the kids got the opportunity to be out of range of supervision of the adults and no need to watch our manners.
This particular Christmas the rooms were filled with people, food and loving pets, which were critical for any clean up required from spilled food. Now, the story varies depending on the viewpoint, but my feeling was, and is, that I did not start the greatest food war in Christmas History.
One of my cousins, Jake (This is not his real name, as this tale has to remain anonymous.) got the bright idea to stick his table knife in his mash potatoes, then his green peas and flick the concoction at me. My comeback was to use my chicken leg to simulate a similar response and all the other cousins joined in with various implements of destruction and laughter, which got the attention of the adults and the dogs.
All would have been fine, if the dogs had not started fighting over the food on the floor and causing one of the legs of a card table to collapse, just as my mom and my uncle walked into the room. The sight of kids and floor covered in assorted foods and dogs fighting over the food caused them to lose a sense of where they were. Both yelled out, “What the sh-t is going on here!”
Of course to hear an adult curse was even funnier and just contributed to the turmoil. The other adults joined my mom and uncle and soon the dogfight was stopped and the dogs were put outside. Us kids were made to clean up our own mess, with constant recrimination and supervision from the adults.
Even to this day, at family reunions, my cousins and I pretend that we are flicking green peas and mashed potatoes. Maybe we should show the young how it is done, but I think we will wait until we are older and the young are in charge. It is good to give our youth challenges.