Joyeux Noel

This Thanksgiving was a little weird. It seemed that there was so much to do every day the entire week, what with baking pies and trying to spend as much time as possible with my nephews, who were in town but stayed at their other aunt's house. I think I will never be their favorite aunt, because their other one is just so cool, and she has a trampoline, and she has other kids for them to play with. Much cooler than a waffle maker and a rocket launcher.

But, favorite or not, this little man is awesome.

And this one.

Oh, and these two.

When they left, I was sad. And very tired. I went to bed around 5:30 pm and didn't get up until nearly 10:30 the next morning. Then I didn't feel like doing anything, and even if I did, there isn't much to do on holiday weekends when you don't have family around, so I watched a Christmas movie. I have lots of favorite Christmas movies, and here they are in no particular order:

* Love, Actually

* Mickey's Christmas Carol

* Miracle on 34th Street

* It's a Wonderful Life

* Joyeux Noel

We love the French. They always make such depressing profound films. I hate French films, except when I love them. And I love Joyeux Noel. It think it is well nigh impossible not to love a story where music dissolves fear and hatred and gives grieving young men a chance to figure out that the person they thought was their worst enemy was just a friend in disguise. Instead of writing a silly review of it, I'm just going to link to the song in the credits, which doesn't do the rest of the story justice entirely, but is a very sweet song regardless.