I've always called this the most NON-Christmas Christmas movie ever made. It's essentially another "hey, we've got a barn, let's put on a show!" musical. There's some WWII hokum that probably resonated more with audiences back then, but it's the amazing Irving Berlin score that saves the day...sung with the bell-clear voices of Rosemary Clooney and Mr. Christmas himself, Bing Crosby. What's with those garish Edith Head costumes and that painfully thin Vera Ellen?? Oh well, you've got a wisecracking Mary Wickes, so who cares?