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I watch three Christmas movies without fail; this is one of them. The other two, Miracle on 34th Street and A Christmas Story, are also must-sees for me. I understand Jimmy Stewart breaking down sobbing on the set during the prayer to God. I’m sure the movie touched the many returning from the war and those welcoming them home, but it also touches people today.

“It’s a Wonderful Life” grows richer with age. We wonder about our lives: Were we worth it? Did we make a difference? George Bailey gets the gift we can’t: the opportunity to view a world without his existence. The film masterfully celebrates the victory of faith and love.

Or, as Stewart summed it up in an interview about the film, “It’s simply about an ordinary man who discovers that living each ordinary day honorably, with faith in God and a selfless concern for others, can make for a truly wonderful life.”

It was a great movie, but you had to watch it more than once to catch everything. There’s a lot of comedy in the background, like in the art on the walls. And to catch all the lines, too. Each was a gem.  Hedley Lamarr: “My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought, cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.”

Taggart: “God darn it, Mr. Lamarr, you use your tongue prettier than a 20-dollar whore.”

It’s hard to believe it was 50 years ago. It was a better time for real comedy when people could laugh and not be offended by everything. It’s too bad people can’t watch the original version today without difficulty and enjoy it. The comedy people find offensive was satiric. The movie was also a parody of Westerns.

Gene Wilder summed it up. Wilder played Jim in the movie. In an interview, he said, “They’ve smashed racism in the face, but they’re doing it while you laugh.” It did, but no one seems to be laughing today. Today, Blazing Saddles is highly edited, so that message is lost. Some found the anti-racism message racist. Ironic, isn’t it? In fact, in a search for quotes, “racist quotes” come up now, the opposite of the intention. Are we evolving or devolving?

The movie had a great cast of characters: Lili, Jim (Waco Kid), Taggart, Sheriff Bart, Hedley, Lepetomame, and his more-than-voluptuous secretary, Jill Stein, Howard Johnson (one flavor of ice cream), Mongo, and the guy who played Van Johnson (I had a chance to meet and talk to him once) to name a few.

The movie takes place in 1874, 100 years before its release. There were many stars. Most guys, getting down to “bwass tacks,” would pick Madeline Kahn. She was no “ordinawy” woman either. Kahn received an Oscar nomination for Best Supporting Actress for her role.

Here’s something some may not know. Some of the actors were together for another movie by Mel Brooks released the same year,

Every year on December 24, I write this. I make changes to it as necessary or edit it. This year, there are some significant changes.

Christmas approaches, and it’ll be here when some see this. Although it has changed, it remained a day of mixed emotions for me. There is much more happiness now, but still, there remains a touch of sadness.

Please take a moment to reflect on what this holiday means to you, which means different things to different folks. For me, it was my mom’s favorite holiday. She started preparing for it in January and worked the rest of the year getting ready for it.

Our last Christmas was in 1996-28 years ago. I still remember it vividly. My mom was undergoing chemotherapy, and her doctor suggested she may want to skip her next scheduled one for the 31st so she could go dancing for New Year’s Eve. He was joking, of course, but wait, there’s more.

Unable to walk, my mom laughed, telling me what he said. We were sitting on bar stools in her kitchen. My mom loved dancing. Next thing I know, she was swinging her legs to and fro, saying, “Hey, look at me; I’m dancing.” It made me laugh. I still smile when I recall it. She wouldn’t live another month, but it was a special Christmas, and I cherish the memory of it.

Still, though, it became challenging in other ways. On January 5, 1970, my grandfather died. So, our last original family Christmas effectively ended in 1969. And, for my dad and me, it ended with my mother’s passing. Dad knew how important it was to her and refused to be around anyone on Christmas Day.

He arrived at my home for Christmas a few days before, leaving on the 24th to see his sister-in-law about 150 miles away. But instead of a couple of hours, it took him a couple of days to get there. So, I never really found out where he spent Christmas Day, but it was alone with his thoughts. He may have spent one Christmas with me before leaving this world in 2003, but I’m not sure. It may have been the day after.

My wife would likely know because it would have been at her home. Though I don’t remember it, I hope so. I know he showed up at her house while I was there for Christmas. I’ll have to ask her, but I’ll forget. I write this stuff in a stream-of-consciousness style and need to remember what I wrote. The cool thing is I don’t have to proofread it either. As an aside, I never asked Dawn. Or, if I did, I forget.

I’ve been blessed to have a beautiful wife by my side. She remains so, and while I’ve wronged her in the past, she remains my companion and friend on this life journey. I know this time of year can be difficult for her. Both of her parents are gone from this world. Other challenging things have been going on for her, but she perseveres. The biggest is now over, but one remains, which is lesser in comparison.

So, while there have been losses, there have been gains. I had one daughter, and now I consider myself to have three. I also now have a son and two sons-in-law. Even more incredible are two grandkids, Adam and Lila. I see more in the future. In addition, there is another grandson and great-grandchild by marriage, Drew and Christopher, respectively. Still, it’s not likely I’ll ever have the privilege of seeing either.

With the losses and additions, I don’t consider it a net gain, only that life marches forward, and change is inevitable. I miss those gone; I enjoy and appreciate those here.

Take a moment to call someone, especially if you last talked to them long ago. Texting doesn’t count in my book, but I’m late in the texting game and don’t do it right. It seems impersonal to me; many people do it, but it’s like talking to them. My life would be complete if I could stamp out the use of “lol.”

Renew acquaintances, patch things up, hug someone important, and tell someone you love them. If you let time run out, you may regret not doing so. That is excellent advice; I should follow it.

Think of the past with fondness but anticipate the future. As good as things were, make it a better tomorrow. I’ll see the grandkids, Adam and Lila later today. Ari, Alex, and Anna will be there, as will Jesse, his parents, sister and husband, their kids, and two SOs, Tricia and Brody. Tomorrow, my daughter and her husband, Krystal and David, would stop here, but an injury prevents it. So, family is all part of it, just not always the same people. It has to do with the cycle of life.

The cycle of life seems odd because, in theory, it culminates in death. But it signifies birth, rebirth, or new birth. So it fits. If not, I now declare it does.

Hence, from my favorite movie, “Faith is believing in something when common sense tells you not to.” That’s a nice one to live by, or at least try. It doesn’t necessarily relate to what I’m writing, but I like it, and Christmas remains about Christ.

Before departing for the day, I wish you a Merry Christmas and, if you don’t do Christmas, a happy holiday season and a happy, safe, and healthy 2025! The last one is interesting to me.

In so many ways, putting aside the losses, I can’t conceive of a year worse than 2024, until toward the end, and I’m looking forward to a great 2025.

May God Bless You!

The cancel culture is getting a bit out of hand. Helen Keller co-founded the American Civil Liberties Union in 1920; she was an early supporter of the NAACP, an opponent of lynchings, and an early proponent of birth control. On top of that, she was a socialist. All sounds too good to be true for the left, doesn’t it?

Nope, to some Black disability rights activists like Anita Cameron, Helen Keller is not radical at all, “just another, despite disabilities, privileged white person,” and yet another example of history telling the story of privileged white Americans.

Biden will be remembered as dishonorable but not completely for his role as president. He’s led a disgraceful life, so that’s his legacy. In fairness, we are finding out his ineptitude as president came more from mental incapacity from the beginning, but hiding it has to be shared with others. But he is the face of four years of incompetence; he has own it but share it as well with Harris for her part in the deception.