Being in Love with Holiday Films.
Thanksgiving is next Thursday, and naturally, I’m getting
excited. However, it’s not the upcoming feast that’s making me happy (although
I would literally kill a family member if it got me a piece of pumpkin pie—with
whipped cream, obviously. I’m not a total animal.) No, what thrills me about
Thanksgiving is a tradition that my mother started when my sister and I were
little. Before going to my aunt’s for the big family dinner, we get all the
Christmas decorations out of the attic and bring them to the living room. We
re-open boxes and containers, finding forgotten things or ornaments that we
know we must put on the tree.
Now, I’m sure you’re all thinking “what does all this have
to do with old films?” I’ll tell you: for me, Thanksgiving is the kick-off for
Christmas movies, arguably my favorite time of the year. And it all begins with
HOLIDAY INN. Ever since I can remember, decorating the Christmas tree on
Thanksgiving was never complete without watching HOLIDAY INN. It’s so deeply
embedded in our tradition, and personally, the film is extremely important to
me. As I’ve mentioned before, it was my first black-and-white film and my first
encounters with two guys named Bing and Fred. The fact that this movie isn’t
remembered nearly as much as WHITE CHRISTMAS irritates me to no end. (But that’s
for another time.)
Besides HOLIDAY INN, I seriously cannot get enough of IT’S A
WONDERFUL LIFE. I know it wasn’t intended as a holiday film, but it almost
doesn’t feel right if I try to watch it any other time. Oddly enough, that’s
part of why I love Christmas films. When I think of something like MIRACLE ON
34TH STREET or THE SHOP AROUND THE CORNER, I’m transported back to my living room, the only light
coming from the Christmas tree and maybe from the kitchen, too. The fireplace
is on and I’m sitting on the couch with my sister, sometimes by myself with my
dog. One of my favorite times with my sister was when we were watching WONDERFUL LIFE for the umpteenth time last year. We were crying messes by the end, but neither one of us wanted to let the other know that. We tentatively looked at each other and realized that George Bailey had gotten us both.
Thanksgiving and Christmas give me some of my happiest film
experiences, and because of that, I feel a strong connection to holiday films.
They evoke so many memories, so much so that when my sister told me her fiancé had
never seen IT’S A WONDERFUL LIFE or WHITE CHRISTMAS, I almost fainted. To think
that someone else didn’t have that experience was crazy to me. But then I
remembered that that’s the beauty of holiday movies. You come across a film
during this time that just seems to attach itself to you, and soon it becomes
part of your tradition and your life.
Next Thursday cannot come soon enough for me, but until
then, I’ll be dreaming of pumpkin pie and humming “Be Careful, It’s My Heart”…and that's something to be thankful for.
With love,
Michaela
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