- Holly Searle
- London, United Kingdom
- Holly Searle is a writer and an artist who was made in Soho and thereafter born in the heart of London. She has been blessed with two quite remarkable children and grandchildren whom she adores. She enjoys the company of her friends and the circus that is life, has a degree in Film and Television, and has exhibited her artwork in several exhibition.
Friday, 14 December 2012
It's Christmas By Holly Searle
Are you hanging up a stocking on your wall?
Well, here it is, Christmas is upon us all once again.
And I have to admit, I rather like it.
I like it because even though I have absolutely no money with which to support the capitalist ideology of what Christmas has become, I am rich beyond my wildest dreams, because I have realised what Christmas is really all about.
I have a family with whom to spend Christmas Day with.
And no amount of cash could pay for that.
And whilst we all drive each other mad at best of times. At the worst of times, we all bond together like a small impenetrable gang watching each others backs.
That's us. All a bit bonkers, but all armed with the very best intentions for each other.
And I think that most families are just like mine.
All of this puts me in mind of my favourite Christmas film It's A Wonderful Life.
It is a tradition in my household that we all watch that movie every year roundabout this time.
Last year, I took Child Two to see it at the cinema as a treat. We were fortunate enough to be part of an audience in a proper cinema where a very nice man gave a talk prior to the beginning of the film.
He spoke about all the films that embodied the spirit of the Christmas season and we were spellbound by his words and by the choice of clips he had chosen to illustrate this.
Child Two and I sat there nodding in appreciation.
It was Christmas film heaven for both of us and set up the main feature to perfection.
What always surprises me about It's A Wonderful Life, is that each time I see it, I notice something different about it that I hadn't seen before.
I laughed with great affection one year, when I realised that the cop and the cab driver are called Bert and Ernie.
To understand why, you just need to see a few episodes of Sesame Street.
And every time I see this film, I always cry when Clarence Odbody, Angel Second Class takes George to the cemetery where he shows him his brother Harry Bailey's gravestone and tells him that Harry died because George wasn't there to save him when they were children.
It is the pivotal point of the film and one that embodies what its overall message is all about. Not just for Christmas, but for all the other days, weeks and months of each and every year that we are here. We are vital to those that we are connected too, even if at times we may think that we aren't.
In his dystopian Pottersville reality, George witnesses the alternative lives of those he loves and cares for, had he never been born.
I find this segment of the film the most harrowing to watch.
And it always makes me take stock.
So here is what I think.
I think that even though we are all up against it at the moment, we should all take stock of our lives and focus on all that we have, as opposed to all that we do not.
Do not feel bad and go and spend money, that you do not have, on items that you do not need.
You will all be richer for it, in more ways than one.
Try to spread the cheer that is evoked throughout the Christmas season, throughout the coming year and beyond.
And on Christmas Day itself, just be grateful for all you have and for those that you have to share it with.
And go and watch It's A Wonderful Life.
And play that Slade record as much as possible.
And be more George Bailey and less Henry Potter.
And from me and mine, to you and yours, Merry Christmas one and all.