And, now I'm crying again

Thanks to the miracle of DVR I have been able to watch two of my favorite Christmas movies recently. Last night was Elf, and I'm sorry, but I just think its hysterical. Will Ferrell is fantasticly cute, as always, Zooey Deschanel is charming and can sing! And any movie that has Bob Newhart dressed up as an elf is fine by me. I just think that the childlike wonder Will Ferrell brings to the part is the perfect feeling for a Christmas movie.

And then, there's Love Actually. Do not even get me STARTED on how much I love this movie. Even Keira Knightley and her frying pan face don't ruin it for me. I'm not going to rant and rave about each moment that I love, since its most of them, but I am going to end with a quote from Hugh Grant who says this as a voiceover at the beginning of the movie. This may or may not be my last post before Christmas, but regardless this is my message to you for Christmas whether you are celebrating the birth of our Savior or celebrating the fact that the holidays are for family and love and stuffing yourself full of red raspberry hard candies. Merry Christmas!

Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the
arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make
out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that.
It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly
dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons,
mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old
friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of
the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or
revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a
sneaking suspision love actually is all around.