You can stream it from Netflix. You can reflect on its Buddhist parallels. You can buy the lamentably sparse Special Edition DVD, Blu-ray, or even the soundtrack, complete with "The Pennsylvania Polka". You can buy a vintage flip clock-radio.
But however you choose to celebrate this most special holiday, just remember: When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Punxsutawney and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn't imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter.