I didn’t see “A Christmas Story” until I was well into my 30s. Besides the memorable scenes of Flick the bully being triple-dog-dared to stick his tongue to a metal pole and Ralphie so thoroughly bundled up for harsh winter weather he couldn’t put his arms down (which comes back to me every time I have to go outside this time of year), who can forget the father’s glee over the arrival of the big…


