The Richest Man in the World.

Christmas is creeping up on us. While I usually start watching Christmas movies in late November, I try and save It’s a Wonderful Life for the last few days before Christmas. It is my favorite Christmas movie and possibly my favorite movie ever.

I suppose I annoy the daylights out of my husband when we watch the film together because I recite my favorite lines just as enthusiastically as the actors. While it is hard to pick my favorite line, I think we can all agree that this one is in the top ten:

“To my big brother George – the richest man in town.”

Sure the line about the bell ringing and the angel getting its wings is epic. But the line about Bailey being the richest man in town is most powerful. On the surface, I suppose most viewers of the film consider Bailey rich because all of his friends and family were able to get the funds to save the business from bankruptcy and scandal. If we look at the definition of rich, it makes sense, right?

We immediately think of money, right? Resources and possessions usually include valuable things like gold or crystal right? Well, yes, and no. I am by no means rich with money, or gold or anything of the sort. But I feel rich because I have a loving husband, a dog, friends/family and a job. I have lots of freedoms and the world is my oyster! WOW!

Bailey is rich because he has the support of friends, family and community. I bet very few people can say that. These days we worship and support social media stars instead of hardworking people like Bailey. We would rather scroll through the Kardashian’s social media feed than recognize teachers or nurses who are the unsung heroes of the everyday world.

Food for thought!

Christmas Crisis – Averted.

I am posting this for anyone out there who might find themselves in the same situation as me! Although most times I feel like these things only happen to me.

We set up and decorated the tree last night. We hit the sack early and at some point in the middle of the night we hear a noise come from the living room. The noise was real faint and sounded like perhaps one ornament fell off the tree. Surely nothing to rise out of bed for, right? WRONG!

We dilly dallied in bed this morning because we finally have the day to do so. When I finally left the bedroom, I walked into the living room to find this:

Bummer, right? No big deal. Right? Sure. Except…. the water spilled out of the stand and soaked our Christmas Tree skirt. The skirt is made out of my late grandmother’s old wedding dress. It is one of my most favorite Christmas possessions. I was only semi-distraught by the fact that it was drenched. However, I was super upset when I saw some of the wrapping paper colors bled right through the wet skirt.

Well, enter MOM. Always call your mom. I don’t care how old you are – CALL YOUR MOM. She instructed us to use towels or rags to absorb all the water and give the cleaners a call on Monday. In the meantime, what could we do about the stain? Luckily, she remembered we have a few scraps left, so if the stain remained she could swap out or cover the stain. I took a chance and sprayed the stain with OxiClean. After a few minutes, we took a dry rag and pressed it into the stain until the reg absorbed it all. Ta-da!! The stain is gone! (We still have a little ironing to do, but that is a breeze!)