I'll get a lump of coal for saying this, but let's be honest. People love Rankin-Bass Christmas specials the way they love marshmallow Peeps for the memories more than the quality. But as disposable as some of them were (I'm looking at you, Frosty!) the 1964 stop-motion story of a teeny, fire-schnozzed rein-runt was a sweet yet freaky work of low-fi animation. (1974's The Year Without a Santa Claus, with its show-stopping villains Heat and Snow Miser, is a close second.) Misfit toys! A dentistry-besotted elf! Burl Ives as a portly snowman! All these years later, as a reminder that every oddball fits in somewhere, it still shines. You could even say it glows.