Trans-Siberian Orchestra as a Movie Trailer

With the Christmas season winding down, I have finally taken a moment to sit my nitpicky ankle down so that I can write.  I find that many times I am standing for hours at a time at home.  I'd have it no other way except when I eat dinner.  Sometimes I'll send the kid off with a plate and then stand in the kitchen eating for no good reason except that well.....I already said there wasn't a good reason!

While I love most Christmas music, with the exception of dreary Christmas songs like that Red Shoes one or things that involve not being happy because a person is missing for whatever reason, there is one song that should be a movie trailer.  

The Trans-Siberian Orchestra wins the prize for Best Movie Trailer with their Carol of the Bells.  

Here is what you would see in this trailer:

*A mosh pit with santa hats tucked into the back pockets of shirtless anarchists

*Shia LeBeouf turning around and gaping at something he sees (that we don't see) that is much higher up than he is

*A flash of power streaking out of Dumbledore's wand

*Elephants charging 

*A butterfly's wings slowly pulsing before it takes off

*A sweaty scantily clad woman with a gun exclaiming her war cry (that you can't hear because you are only hearing this music)

*A dude running (and being somewhat slowed down by), holding hands with a female he is trying to save.  They are both filthy.  And hot.

*A high speed chase through the Lincoln Tunnel.  On top of other cars.  Upside down.

*A fireplace that you can only see through the extreme close up of two tongues desperately searching for a lost altoid in the opposite mouth

*Russell Crowe, in a period film,  slamming a clear scotch glass down so that the alcohol jumps up.

*handcuffs clicking shut

*a snowball hitting someone square in the face

*someone being impaled on a cactus

*Brad Pitt smiling (somehow it would fit)

*a hooded man dropping a locket down a well

*And throughout the entire trailer, a flash of a framed photograph falling until the finish, where it smashes