The line that always chokes me up early on is "For a couple of hours out of the whole year, we are the people that we always hoped we would be." Why is that? Why is it so much easier to let someone in during traffic even though the place we have to go means more to us that day than the mundane places we go but don't let people in when we just want to be first? Why is it easier to cut the old guy driving 30 in a 45 a break that day instead of every day? Why are we more likely to wave to someone we may pass every day in our neighborhood on that day than 363 or 364 days out of the year or wish them goodwill only that one or two days as though they somehow mean more?
Let's try to follow the renewed spirit of Frank Cross in Scrooged (or any Christmas Carol adaptation) and treat our fellow man better any day of the year, not just the holidays.
God bless us...everyone.
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