Every Christmas Eve, I watch It’s a Wonderful Life. This year, I decided to watch it on Christmas Day instead. I wasn’t feeling so in the spirit, and out of habit, I just chucked it in the DVD player. I hadn’t thought about it until the credits had run and almost wanted to shut it off when I remembered the premise.
I decided against.
It’s like the lyrics to a song that may include something about killing yourself or the words “noose” or “hanging.” It’s little unintentional things that people say to me like, “You’ve got to hang in there,” and these little statements not three months ago meant little, if anything, but words.
I’m a little more hyper-aware, but I also make jokes myself in hopes that I don’t let things get too serious while I am trying to get through this.
So I watched the movie among several other Christmas classics, and I will always watch It’s Wonderful Life either the night before or the day of Christmas. And here is why: It is hopeful, it addressed a serious issue in a taboo way before its time, and yet it became a hit classic.
The story remains true, to this day. Life is Priceless, it is a wonderful life.
