Nothing puts you in the Christmas Spirit more than watching Rich Women in Mink Coats pass by beggars in bitter cold as if they were completely invisible. Indifference as towering as the Hancock Building.
Anyway, the children contact their sperm donor (i.e. FATHER), and he is eventually introduced to their moms, one of whom starts fucking him regularly. Perfectly natural thing to do, right? Having sexual intercourse with the father of your children, but in this supposedly normal context, it counts as betrayal. The other mom finds out about this wicked affair, and there is screaming, and everyone is glum for a while until the scene of the Family Reconciliation Dinner, in which apologies are finally accepted, transgressions forgiven and normality is supposed to have settled back in again. But then the sperm donor shows up at their door, wanting to join in. But the "horned" mom will have none of him. She tells him to leave, angrily calling him an interloper, and then, in what has to be the most unwittingly ironic line in cinematic history, she tells him, "if you want a family, then start your own!"
This is supposed to be a ringing endorsement of same-sex "marriage"? Good Lord, the National Organization for Marriage should buy up thousands of DVDs of this film and distribute it to its base as proof that even a serious attempt at depicting same-sex "marriage" can't help becoming a grotesque farce.