Most TV programming for the Christmas season involves chainsaw murders, desperately unhappy family reunions, vampires, ghosts, mummies, zombies or sports played by drug-strengthened multi-millionaires with probably the only functional union in the US. On the Beeb, you could watch wholesome world-devouring, dimension-spanning insects and a disease that turns its victims into fountains spewing infection.
On the good side, TCM went with that holiday classic series, Sherlock Holmes.







