I love the movie A Christmas Story. I can quote the majority of it and even though I have it on DVD, I'll still stop what I'm doing to watch it when it's on tv. I laugh ahead of the funny parts, since I know what's coming. And best of all is the 24-hour marathon showing! However, this year I had a new reaction to it.The movie was wrapping up. It's Christmas morning. The boys run downstairs in their pjs and immediately search for their gifts. (Randy: 'Oh, boy, that's mine!') Mom and Dad come wearily down the stairs after their late night of playing Santa. I hadn't really thought about the movie through their eyes before, always having identified with Randy and Ralphie. But as I sat and watched it this year I teared up during those last few minutes. My perspective completely changed. Sure, it was still funny, but I saw the love that Mom and Dad had for Ralphie as he opened his secret gift. How they had a fun dinner as a family despite their ruined turkey. I saw myself in that role instead. And I can't wait.
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