The only Christmas movie I watch religiously each year. Don’t ask me why. The story is mundane, it stars Bing Crosby (probably my least favorite actor ever) and most of the songs aren’t among Irving Berlin’s best. But there’s a certain likability about the whole event. Loyal Griggs’ Technicolor eye popping cinematography, Edith Head’s gorgeous costumes and Robert Alton’s choreography all contribute to the film’s enjoyability and, of course, Crosby aside, there’s the wonderful Danny Kaye, Rosemary Clooney, Vera-Ellen, Mary Wickes. Co-starring Dean Jagger and in small roles, Barrie Chase and George Chakiris.