It was December 1978.
My family had travelled to the big city of Calgary for our annual Christmas shopping expedition.
There were five of us crammed into a hotel room: Mom, Dad, my two younger brothers and me.
In an attempt to bribe us and keep us quiet, they let us watch this travesty against a modern mythology.
Some would say this is the event that scarred me and made me the man I am today.
I still need therapy to cope with the night terrors the memory of this event brings to me.
The Star Wars Christmas Special was so bad, that George Lucas sttempted to suppress it for more than 20 years.
I was reminded of the existence of the show last Christmas when NPR listed the show in some anthology of doomed Christmas specials — I remember less about that interview than I do of the special itself.
I am in awe that someone has released this again.
I know I will scream in horror when I watch it.