I started to write a post on the joy of last minute shopping and how comparatively unsimiliar are the store clerks of TV commercials versus what you find out there, but then I walked into the library and saw a flier entitled, Our Favorite Things. Now the song is stuck in my head. You know, the one from the movie, The Sound of Music. The same one that my husband and children have informed me is very uncool. I must disagree, of course, because I’ve seen the movie more times than I can remember and I love the story. I think the romance between young Julie Andrews and older Christopher Plummer was forced, but that’s neither here nor there.
Growing up, most of the time it was my mother and us kids – my older sister, me, my younger sister and my younger brother. Christmas wasn’t always the magical season we saw on television, but my mom did what she could to make it special. We didn’t drink hot chocolate nor sing carols, but we watched classics and spent time together, blocking out the world around us that wasn’t always so kind. When I watch movies like The Sound of Music or It’s a Wonderful Life, I remember those Christmases, forgetting in fact the bad ones that followed. Am I romanticizing it? Probably; time has a way of doing that to you. But I can’t really deny the warm, fuzzy feeling I get when I think about it.