And while a boycott by the One Million Moms organization is still on, those shamelessly sentimental boy-meets-girl-under-the-mistletoe movies that have become a Christmas tradition among my friends and family members will jingle along — with a girl-meets-girl happy ending. But while I can and do survive quite well without Chick-fil-A waffle fries, I would miss curling up with the fuzzy blanket of Christmas Wishes and Mistletoe Kisses and countless other lighter-than-air Hallmark fairy tales. Go ahead and scoff if you must: To me, there is no other seasonal enjoyment quite like dishing and dissing while unabashedly loving the predictability, the pretend snow, and the good-hearted glow that make these movies such a pleasure. As well as diss: Lead romantic roles for actors who happen to be people of color are so rare in these Christmas movies, it verges on absurd. The relative invisibility of nonwhite people, and the nearly total invisibility of LGBT characters of any consequence, let alone in lead roles, sends a message utterly at odds with the widely shared view of Christmas as a time for generosity of spirit. These glaring omissions also work against the jolly mood of the movies themselves.
There is truly nothing more beautiful or elegant then two lesbian brides exchanging their wedding vows on their wedding day Nothing more special then when a woman shows her commitment, devotion, and undying love to another woman, for all eternity. It is unbelievable to think that anyone could believe that God wouldn't bless something that is so beautiful, so pure, so natural, and so magical as when two women are joining as one. One could argue that it is actually more natural and normal for two women to be married then for a man and a woman to be married.