Miracle on 34th Street. That’s my favorite Christmas movie.
It could be any one of these reasons:
- Natalie Wood is as cute as a button
- The person who played Kris Kringle is a perfect Santa look-alike
- The courtroom scene is quite clever to prove that there really IS a Santa Claus
Yes, it could be any one of those reasons, along with a dozen more. But the real reason is because it was my Dad’s favorite. Every year we would sit down in front of the TV, just the two of us, and watch it. And if you think about it, that wasn’t so easy to plan. This was before the days of DVDs, Netflix and On Demand. So we actually had to scour the TV Guide, find the time the movie was playing and make a date of it.
Every single year my Dad would laugh out loud at the part where Santa bopped the psychiatrist on the head with his cane. That was his favorite part. I can still hear his laughter as though he was sitting right next to me.
So, I guess you could say that my favorite movie has nothing to do with the story at all. It’s my favorite because of all the memories it brings back to me. It makes me feel warm and snuggly and reminds me of a love that I am so lucky to have known. A love of a father for his daughter. Every year I try to capture that feeling. I make a “date” with my Dad to watch the movie together. And every year I swear I can hear him laughing out loud and feel his love surround me.