It starts with 'Christmas in Connecticut'

Thanksgiving is bearing down with all its might, but it seems much more like Christmas at every turn.

I have reconciled myself to all this Christmas stuff being around months and months in advance of the actual day. It is just easier to take it in stride. Besides, to me, all the glitter, tinsel, shimmer and sparkle is divine.

However, through all the decorations, music, sales promotions and general frenzy, there is a specific thing that lifts the veil on my personal "Holiday Season" time-frame.

Now, it could be something as simple as the first time I spy the Santa-emblazoned Coke can on the shelves. Alas, it is not.

It could be the first time I spy a Salvation Army bell-ringer. Close, but no.

My season officially begins very late on Thanksgiving, for that is when I begin decorating, and slide my first holiday film, A Christmas in Connecticut, from the shelves (okay, streaming), and watch. I watch it many times, but on January 1, it is returned, along with all the other classics, to the shelf (again, I bought all the Christmas movies on Amazon to stream). Watching is over, and the decorations come down.

I suppose we all have that one thing that triggers our holiday spirit into action. This film is mine. -- Pam

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