Lay It On Me

Yesterday we drove from The Springs to Denver and witnessed more than a few cars covered in snow. The roads in and around Denver were plowed only a little - so we slipped and slid to sister-in-law's house. I called sister and brother-in-law and offered to care for my newborn nephew all night long.

"Come get me!" I said.

They arrived in less than fifteen minutes.

Never underestimate the will power of a sleep-deprived couple in need of a babysitter.

The little angel slept all night and left me little to write about. He's an angel. So I got to thinking about my favorite Christmas movies. (What? A Jew can't appreciate Dickens? In more ways than one, peeps.)

These are in no particular order. Depends on my mood.

- A Christmas Carol: The 1938 version is the best. Accept no substitutes.

- Scrooged: "Nobody gets me." This movie also has sentimental value because I watched it on television, July, 1999, when I took a pregnancy test and discovered I was with child(ren).

- A Christmas Story: Love the scene where Ralphie finally lets loose on Farkus and then cries when his mother arrives. Only a Mommy with a little boy can fully appreciate that look and it still gets me. Every. Single. Time.

- A Charlie Brown Christmas: "Real estate."

- It's a Wonderful Life: "We don't need any characters to give the joint atmosphere."

I need some nog.