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| FBR Cheering on Pats to Victory |
One of the enduring gifts the young
give is refurbishing the joy of the holiday season that wanes without their
unbridled anticipation. The FBR is certainly picking up the baton from her
mother and uncle, although getting up for Christmas has never been an issue. I
hope each of you finds the bliss of the season upon you. The words below are
the same ones I post each year around this time.
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| Out on the Playground Yesterday |
I am an unabashed and unrepentant
lover of Christmas time, in all of its glorious corniness. I love Christmas carols, Christmas parties,
but most of all Christmas Day. I can remember Christmas as far back as the age
of 3. I still remember one special year
in my early teens when I was overcome with Christmas spirit, feeling so good
about the season and just general happiness that I wondered at myself. This
feeling lasted until well after Christmas and no, to all you cynics out there,
the feelings were not chemically assisted.
Every year since then has been an attempt to recapture that feeling.
Most years I get it in bits and pieces, mostly associated with time I spend
with my family and friends. I served 27 years in the Army and made it home
every year for Christmas except for three years.
My wife and “kids” smile behind me,
good naturedly, because they know how important Christmas is to me. I know
there are those raging elements or hipsters out there that bemoan what modern
Christmas has evolved to. Some say it overly commercialized or others not
properly religious. It seems there are always those elements in society –
“Grinchs” for lack of a better term. These seem to be people so unhappy with
their own lives that they target times or traditions that bring happiness to
others for scorn.
I could not care less about these
self-important gas bags. There is
nothing in life more enjoyable than being around people you love and actually
taking some time out of the all too busy lives we all lead to simply be
together. So to all of you out there that bad mouth Christmas – get a life; the
rest of us already have one and we’re going to have the merriest Christmas of
all in spite of you or more correctly in homage to the love we are blessed with
of each other. Merry Christmas!
The Bad Cinema project count rises to #84
out of 100, with Fugitive
Alien, a Japanese alien invasion flick with the ultimate weapon – a somersault.
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