Last year I watched It's A Wonderful Life for the first time and ever since it's made Christmas feel a little more special. It's been something extra to look forward to as November rolled around; another small thing I've wanted to share with my love and another new tradition I've wanted to start.
So yesterday we found ourselves, on a double date, grabbing the last few seats at our favourite city cinema. I was the only one who'd seen it before and I was nervous. I simply wanted everyone to like it.
(And the old man we talked to outside the cinema did, too. James Stewart, he told us, was his absolute idol, coincidentally stationed in our city during the war).
They fell in love with it, of course. Who wouldn't? It is frilled with magic and I don't think it ever, really, dates.
Last night I didn't think I was going to cry, either. But I did. At exactly the same scene as last year--and probably next year, too.