Shopping, cold, snow, decorations, and lights. I like to take time out from it all and relax with the Christmas movies. Personally, I prefer the old standbys … It’s a Wonderful Life and Miracle on 34th Street. I also enjoy Polar Express.
My husband’s favorite, however, is this movie. Can you tell which one it is?
The movie is about a little boy named Ralphie who wants an official Red Ryder, carbon action, two-hundred shot range air rifle for Christmas. In other words, a BB gun.
Ralphie‘s mom said he could not have a BB gun for Christmas, because he’d shoot his eye out.
Bill’s mom also said he could not have a BB gun for Christmas, because he’d shoot his eye out.
Ralphie’s dad bought the gun for him anyway.
Bill’s dad also bought the gun for him anyway.
It was also a long time ago for my husband and his brother Bill. But, they relate to that movie, because their parents, the town, the friends, and even the aunt who bought the bunny onesie, are all very familiar. The movie is a memory for them.
This past weekend, my husband, his brother Bill and their two other brothers said goodbye to their father in that small town in Indiana. I can imagine the memories flashing through this son’s mind as he got closure.
Most families have dysfunction, disagreements, frustration, and especially stress around the holidays. What’s strange is, once we lose one of them, all the dysfunction, disagreements, frustration and stress disappears. We only remember the good times, like those warm family feelings in the movie, A Christmas Story.
Editing. It’s what we do as we age and lose people. We edit out the bad times and remember only the good. It’s the good we take with us. It’s the love that lives on.