These days, entertainment is almost completely saturated with plots acting as little more than expensive advertising for woke ideology. From Captain America leading a homosexual self-help group to completely destroying the continuity of Star Wars by adding in Luke's childhood encounter with a lightsaber-wielding Sith, just so there could be a woman of color in the storyline.

If there's something you feel nostalgic about, the Left wants to destroy it, and then stomp it into the ground until nothing remains.

So, when I saw that they had made a sequel to A Christmas Story with a grown up Ralphie Parker, I was skeptical about watching it.

I watched trailers and read reviews about the movie in advance, negative and positive. It got a solid 78% from the critics on Rotten Tomatoes.

Not bad!

But there was something missing in the reviews that gave me pause.

There was zero mention of wokeness.

There was not a single sentence praising the production for stunning and brave depiction of a traditionally under-represented person, nor was there a single sentence maligning the movie for its lack of representation.

I mean, Ralphie growing up to be a furry was such low-hanging fruit.

But there was nothing.

Every review focused on the story: Did it hold up? Did it rely on the original movie too much? Was grown-up Ralph's growth in the movie believable or forced? Was it good just because it was nostalgic?

Love it or hate it, the reviewers were so lost in the story, they forgot to virtue signal.

A glimmer of hope emerged. I had to watch the movie.

Overall, the movie is pretty great. Most of the original cast returns, and it's fun to see how they interpret their characters' adulthood. The movie does rely on the original quite a bit with some cheesy flashbacks that appear mostly to give the audience a shot of nostalgia, but I'm not going to lie: After the attack on culture that's gone down over the past few years, that nostalgia felt really good.

Ralph's character does develop somewhat over the course of the movie. He's still a dreamer, but he's at least decided to put those dreams to use as a writer. He loves his kids, he loves his wife, he loves his mom, and he loves his friends.

Really, the two big conflicts of the movie are money issues and trying to be as good of a father and husband as his dad was. Nothing goes quite how you might expect it would in that process, so there are a heap of laughs throughout.

On the downside, Ralphie's old friend Flick (the triple-dog darer) has inherited the local bar, and his friend Shwartz (the one that stuck his tongue to the light pole) is a bit of boozer, so there is a fair amount of scenes with drinking, and there are a couple of swear words (though nothing so rough as a fudge).

And you know what? The movie isn't white-washed either. People of color appear throughout, but the story isn't about force-feeding diversity down your throat, it's about Ralph Parker and his family. When people of different colors meet, they're neighbors and friends, not enemies vying for camera time.

I swear I felt like I was living in a different time watching this movie: Back before some ivy-league no-gooders decided to turn us against one other in a bid for communist revolution and the downfall of America.

The America in A Christmas Story Christmas is a Christmas wish worth fighting to preserve.