The holiday season gets too corporate and cynical sometimes. I’ve been in a place when the three solid months of pre-Christmas marketing hell have finally gotten to me. It reminds me of when I was writing the movie Scrooged with my late writing partner Michael O’Donoghue, and we hit a wall at the end of the script. What could we honestly say was real and special about a modern-era Christmas? We were blocked for weeks. Finally, we realized this truth: for one night, on Christmas eve, even hard, cold and busy New Yorkers were simply nicer to each other. And we wrote that: “For a couple hours out of the whole year, we are the people we always hoped we would be.” I still believe that. So now, when I feel grumpy, I do two things: I go out in the middle of it all—to a mall, busy shopping street, or crowded restaurant. The joy and excitement on the faces, the good spirits and simple manners of that Christmas Eve miracle restores me. Second, I go home, put on my favorite Christmas music, and write everyone I really care about. I tell them that I am thinking of them and loving them.
—Mitch Glazer, executive producer of A Very Murray Christmas.