Christmas movies – from a 55+ perspective

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I’ve had lots of time to watch sappy Christmas movies. Although I still enjoy them, I am just about off my junk-food for the brain diet.  Almost every single show had the same plot – A woman leaves her small, welcoming home town to head off to the big city for a career.  She either is single or in an unhappy relationship.  The inevitable moral is that she should be much happier at home – changing her career dreams to settle for what is available back in her home town. If she’s single, she’ll find the love of her life a few days before Christmas – and Voila – either she’s getting engaged on Christmas Day, or she’s getting married.  Recipe for a successful life, isn’t it. I guess I should be happy we’re seeing some greater equality in the Christmas shows of today.  In the past – it was usually the man who had the career – and the epiphany that he needed to be home with the little woman and the kids more often.  In the 21st century, the woman have become the failing protagonist.  A couple of shows actually allowed the woman to keep both her career and supportive lover.  But only after she went through an intense period of self-doubt and trauma.

What kind of message do we want to send to our youth through this programs?  That success usually means failure in your persona life?  That women (or men) should settle to find fulfillment? That only true family happiness can be found in our small towns and country-side – because, of course, there everyone welcomes you and accepts you for who you are.  Bah Humbug, I say. We all deserve better than the formulaic dime-a-dozen drivel available now.

Yet somehow I am still hooked on this trash. It’s like crack for the TV brain. Once I start, I can’t stop!  I am not yet sure why, but I know I’ll figure it out someday. In the meantime, I’ll just rant about the problems….

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Merry Christmas 2015

IMG_0251.jpgOnce again, Christmas and come and gone faster than a foot of snow under Chinook Wind. Usually this season means activity – the overwhelming rush to get everything done – the presents wrapped, the little bit of cooking I do, and the anticipation of fun-fill visits with family that somehow never quite live up to the idyllic Christmas of years ago. But this year was different.  Unfortunately Mackenzie had surgery on Wednesday, so is no shape to do much else beside sit on the couch and play X-Box (what, isn’t that what he usually does? (LOL).

His surgery gave us the reason to drop out – to stay tucked cozily in our house rather than rush around to neighbours and family. And, much to my surprise, I am very relieved.  I am very hope to tone down the hype. Ah, a Christmas to relax, watch TV, play some games, and reflect on Christmases past.  It is indeed a wonderful life!