I’ve been watching White Christmas every Christmas season for like, uh… fifty years? So much so that I have most of the dialogue down word-for word. Can’t help it. Sure, the movie is a bit thin on plot and somewhat sappy in places, but it just isn’t Christmas without Bob Wallace, Phil Davis, and Betty and Judy Haynes in a snowless Vermont. Besides, nobody sings the title tune like ‘ole Bing. Remember this?