

I had never seen the classic Halloween horror film and quickly realized that I didn't actually know the story of Freddy Krueger. After watching the movie, it became apparent, and kind of ironic, just how polar (yes, pun intended) opposite the two fictional characters are. Sure, they both show up while you're sleeping... Ok, and I suppose technically they both love children, but that's where it ends. With Santa, the dreams are those of sugar plum fairies dancing in your head. With Freddy... well, it's a bit different. Even I had nightmares. I never have nightmares. My mom always used to say that I had African Sleeping Sickness, which I only recently learned is a real disease, but I always thought it meant you could sleep through anything.
Anyway, I could understand if I had a permanent mind-block about Freddy Krueger and maybe Edward Scissorhands. Totally understandable. But Miracle on 34th Street? "Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus" versus "One, two, Freddy's coming for you." Sometimes I really do amaze myself.
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