Disappointed

Christmas specials and movies abound during this time of year, and I find I'm having one of those years where I'm not quite ready to embrace the spirit of the season. It's not uncommon (and I'm not stating so to gain any sympathy or wave my bipolar flag), and quite simply, I have no real interest in the usual shows and movies. It's not the first year this has happened, but more often then not, I'm usually very excited and caught up in spreading holiday cheer and those specials and movies are a small part of my excitement.

Whenever I have an "off" season, as I seem to be having this year, there is one movie that I always look for, in spite of shunning just about everything else. It's sometimes even a catalyst to push me out of the doldrums to remember the things I love about the holidays - hope, love, happiness. It's so terribly silly and corny, I know, but it appeals to the side of me that is a hopeless romantic and a dreamer of dreams.

And it's not on broadcast television here in SoFlo this year.