Those of you who follow me on Twitter, and indeed know me in real life, will know I LOVE films. I don’t mean I’m a nerdy film buff type. I mean I LOVE films that I LOVE.
Those same people will also know how much I LOVE Christmas. I don’t mean in that over-the-top-go-mental kind of way. But I LOVE the LOVE that happens at Christmas.
Richard Curtis movies may not be the most cerebrally challenging films, but one of my favourites is LOVE Actually. So much so that I had music from the film played at the ceremony of my second marriage.
For this reason, last year, I couldn’t actually bring myself to watch it. For me, movies can be as evocative of memories as music can. I have written before about the movie High Society that I shared with my father, every Saturday morning until the VHS wore out. I replaced it on DVD ages ago, but now of course we don’t watch it together. Sometimes I would call him and tell him I was watching it. In the New Year I’m going to go and sit and watch it with him again.
Anyway, I digress. LOVE Actually. There’s plot holes the size of pound coins in the story but I totally LOVE it. It’s schmaltzy and heart warming and it’s testament to Richard Curtis that he resists giving all his characters the happy ending they really deserve. Because everyone deserves LOVE, be it fictional or real life. And when you scratch away the tacky consumerist gloss from what our Christmases have become the underlying gift of Christmas should be LOVE.
Tonight, this is happening.
I am watching LOVE Actually and writing Christmas cards. Last year I sent no Christmas cards. I wrote some, but didn’t post them because my heart wasn’t in it.
This year I am sending just 10 Christmas cards (not including those to the boys and Mum and Dad) to people I really care about and am grateful to have in my life. People I LOVE.
Because, if you can’t say it at Christmas, when can you say it?