Finding the Moon, and my Christmas Spirit

George and Mary Bailey

Now you listen to me….

I don’t want any plastics, and I don’t want any ground floors, and I don’t want to get married-ever-to anyone!

You understand that? I want to do what I want to do, and you’re…and you’re….

It’s been a crazy month. Hell, it’s been a crazy year. I don’t even know where the time has gone. I need a vacation. I need a nap. I need a drink. I need, need, need something. But I’ll be damned if I can figure out what it is. Part of what I need is time. But time for what? I’m not sure. I need to dance. I need to disconnect. I need to touch and be touched. I need to sleep in. I need to read a good book. To write a good book.

I need to watch an old black and white movie. I need to go home and change into my jammies. I need to pour a cup of hot coffee, with cream and two Sweet and Low. I need to turn on my DVD player and listen to George Bailey sing Buffalo Gal to Mary. I need to get completely lost in a movie that always makes me long for Christmas. That makes me long for days when my kids were little and they still believed. When I still believed. I need to disconnect from my computer. Disconnect from the world and fall for a simple man like George. That’s what I need.

So tonight, I’ll go home and do all of those simple things. I’ll snuggle in with my Wonder Schnauzers and watch a simple man named George fall in love with Mary. It will bring me back to life. It will bring me back to me. It will bring me back to the time when I still believed. In life, love and magic.