|Where do we live?|
So excuse my sentimentality; I'm just a little giddy and preoccupied with the idea of being in the same state as my sweetheart for the first time in months. It's got me thinking about things like:
-the wool peacoat I ordered to keep me warm down by the bay
-room service and restaurants
-walks down chilly city streets
-snuggling and humming early-morning Christmas songs with a stunning soprano vibrato until he wakes up and we can go exploring
-trolleys with wreaths on them? I've never been to San Francisco around Christmas, but that seems like Something They Should Do.
-what Chinatown looks like this time of year. Is it just the same? Are they selling festive goods? YOU WAN NUTCRACKA, FI DOLLAH?
-this movie. Down below the next paragraph. But don't look at it right now. Er--well, you can look, but...I mean, still read the next paragraph.
Meet Me in St. Louis is not entirely a Christmas movie; it's a Halloween movie and a first love movie and a going-to-the-World's-Fair movie. Which...may or may not be a real genre. But mostly it's about home.
And it's the most perfect thing.
Image via Fruitheart.