Movie Therapy

After the news yesterday that we lost our Lexi I wanted to do nothing more than tuck my knees under my chin curled up in bed. What a gift it was, then, that I arrived home to a package from Amazon containing a Christmas movie I haven’t viewed in over 25 years. Unlike much childhood nostalgia The House without a Christmas Tree is exactly as I remember it. Ted had never seen it before (it was filmed the year before his birth), and we both found it cathartic to witness Jason Robard’s transformation from bitter widow to caring father. It was a sad night made slightly easier.