I am not normally a movie person. Husband is. Daughter is. They can watch movies for hours. Husband will watch his favourites over and over (and over). He loves historical movies, war movies, epics (lord save me from an epic), "kung fu" movies, the list goes on. I don't have the patience for movies. I'm usually doing something else at the same time. I don't want a movie to unexpectedly scare me. I don't want to cry. There are very, very few movies I will watch a second time.
Except at Christmas. One of our family's favourites is "A Christmas Story."
We watch it every single year. We have the dvd. In the story, set in the 1940's, a little boy, Ralphie, desperately wants a Red Ryder BB gun for Christmas. Everyone tells him he'll shoot his eye out. His mother is long suffering and his father has a special relationship with the furnace. His father also likes to enter contests and is always hoping to win a prize.
As luck would have it, the father does win a prize, a "major award" and he is so thrilled with it, that he displays it in the front window for all to see.
Yes, its a leg lamp. Ralphie is enthralled. His mother is mortified.
Cut to our home. The village has been assembled once again on the bottom two shelves of the sideboard made by husband.
You've seen it before. It's a tradition. Sometimes new little pieces are added to it.
But now, if you look up...
waaaaayyyy up... (Canadians get my reference?)
there is a glowing set of lights above my crocks.
Move in a little closer...
Yeeeessssss! Our own little leg lamps. It doesn't get better than that!