Do you remember the very first time you ever watched A Christmas Story? I do! Funny, I don't recall the year but I can remember the details of the exact night. The movie came out around 1983, when I was 9 years old. I'm not exactly sure when TBS started running it on repeat for 24 hours but that is where I first saw it.
I remember it being close to Christmas, I was probably about 13 or 14 years old. I fell asleep on the couch, early in the evening. When I woke up, everyone else was already in bed for the night. I turned on the cable tv and somehow ran across this movie. It looked Christmasy to me so I settled on it. Well I quickly realized that......this movie was amazing! What in the world was I watching? Where did it come from? Why had I never seen it before? The kid looks just like my Dad when HE was a kid!! My mind quickly got lost in the movie. My eyes were glued to the tv set and I was filled with such happiness!
When it was over I felt a huge let down. Not because the movie was bad, but because I didn't want it to end. A few minutes passed and I hear some cheery music. I look at the screen and there it was again, in all it's glory! I didn't know why, or how and I didn't care!
What did I do next? I'll tell you what I did next. I went into the kichen and heated me up 4 chocolate Pop Tarts and poured myself a big glass of milk. I sat right back down on my cozy couch, ate my chocolatey snack and watched this beloved movie until I fell asleep.
I tell you, it doesn't seem like a big deal, this memory. But to me, it is SUCH a big deal for so many reasons, especially since now it is a family tradition. And don't get me started on the Pop Tarts! To this very day no matter what month it is, even in the summer, when I eat a choclate Pop Tart, I always think of A Christmas Story