My Mini Christmas Movie Review

How was your Christmas? 

I don't know about you, but there just isn't enough hours on Christmas Day for me.  Christmas Eve I was unable to get myself out of the door to attend my favorite midnight mass, and it just wasn't the same for me.  It was a bit upsetting, to tell you the truth.  SO, I aimed on getting the kids up and ready early Christmas morning to attend mass.  After the opening of presents, (I was truly spoiled beyond belief again this year) and the big breakfast, my husband had to take his son home, and nothing was going according to plan.  Mass was going to start in 15 minutes, and my oldest was still in the shower, and my son and myself were in pajamas.  This was not going to work; my priorities of the day were totally in the wrong places.  I should have not made the large breakfast of waffles, eggs, hash browns...bacon...  What was I thinking...  I should have just shoved the big platter of cookies in front of my family and told them to "Enjoy your breakfast!" 

So, I made a decision.  Let's go to the movies!! 

Not just any movie.  We went to see The Nativity. 

                   

Despite some of the reviews I had read, I thought the movie was BEAUTIFUL.  I loved it, and I truly recommend everyone to see this movie.  It was raw, beautifully filmed, and could have not been better casted.  The young woman playing the role of Mary touched me.  I cried.  My son made the audience know that I cried, not once, but 4 times. 

"Mom, are you crying?"

Every 15 minutes, there was Andrew looking up to see if I was in tears, and there I was wiping them away, trying to be as unnoticed as possible as I did it, hoping that I didn't have black streams of mascara all of my face.The place was packed, and by the time we got a parking space, and got into the theatre, we were in the first and 2nd rows.  Andrew sat near me, and I sat by an older gentleman and his family.  I don't think he cried, although I did notice him scratching his face a few times..may be he did too.

After the movie ended, Andrew told my daughter how much I cried during the movie, and of course they had to advertise it to the millions of people waiting for the next showing. 

"Wow, mom, a lot of people must have missed church today, huh?"

Later that night at my brother's house, I told my sister-in law, who hadsuggested to me that I should see the movie, that Icried.  She confessed to me that she did too.  I felt better after that. 

To tell you the truth, I'm kind of glad we went to the movie.  Although it didn't take the place of mass, I think my kids "listened" and paid more attention to the story of Christmas; at least that is my sincerest hope.  Christmas is a gift--a gift from inside. 

Merry Christmas--I hope the joy lasts with all of you throughout the new year!