we are not enmiesbut friendswe must not be enmiesthough passion may have strainedit must not break ourbonds of effection.The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched as surely they will be by the better angels of our nature.
Seeming satire of holiday commercialism transforms into a quintessential Hollywood perpetuation of the later. And a black working-class dad as the villain, redeemed by a white kid in the end? Smh.