“So tell me – What’s your favourite Christmas movie?” 
There I was driving along with the youngest offspring, feeling very Christmassy. I was wondering would it be an old favouritelike It’s a Wonderful Life, or a modern classic like Elf, or maybe something a bit quirky like Muppets’ Christmas CarolOf course I was planning a cozy snuggle on the sofa with blankies and hot chocolate and whichever movie was chosen. Just to get us in the mood. Mummy-baby bonding sort of thing.
“Weeelllll…. Could Braveheart be considered a Christmas movie?”
The car took a National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation type of swerve in response.
I will be honest, I was conflicted. I didn’t want to undermine her choice. Braveheart is indeed a fine movie. And in fairness Mel Gibson’s speech to the assembled Scottish clans asking would they be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance to tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they’ll never take our freedom, evokes a far more genuine tear than Jimmy Stewart running shouting “Merry Christmas you old Building and Loan”.  
But what to say to an innocent child who responds with as much laughter to bare Scottish backsides pointed at English armies, as she does to Home Alone’s burglars getting burned on the bum in a Chicago basement?
And I had bigger questions. How did she see all of Braveheart without me knowing? And I clearly need to watch it again to see if it is at all suitable. What kind of a mother am I that she prefers the centuries’ old battle for Scottish independence to the heart-warming tale of an Elf lost in New York? Does she have an entirely different and darker take on what the Christmas message is all about? The torture of William Wallace may well relate to the scene in Calvary, but surely not to the stable in Bethlehem. Have I somehow engrained a political perspectiveonto this impressionable young mind that made the treachery of Robert the Bruce comparable to Scrooge before his redemption?Or maybe the arrival of a few Irish men to help out reminded her of the three wise men landing in unannounced at the stable? 
In the space of ten seconds what had started out as a cozyquestion designed to end with melted marshmallows had become a fundamental heart search regarding my suitability as a parent.
And then I had my own epiphany. I was making this about meSo she likes Braveheartsure why not? It is after all a simple, well told tale of bravery against the odds. Sure isn’t that the tale of Mary and Joseph’s escape out of Nazareth or, indeed John McClane in Die Hard 1 and 2? And if Dickens can subliminally ditch the goose and promote the turkey as more fashionable and make it the turning point of a Christmas classic why can’t we subvert what is traditional too?
So, as we gather close this weekend friends, enjoy your own snuggle up to watch whatever toasts your chestnuts. Me and my baby will be watching the movie that jingles her bells. And as a festive act of mummy control we will likely slide straight into Bedford Falls afterwards. Nollaig shona a chairde.

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