Christmas Forever

We have this friend, whom we shall call Paul (because that's his name), who is a Christmasaholic. I do not know if this is a diagnosable affliction or if there is anyone else out there who lives with it. I can only, after knowing Paul, vouch that he will pull out It's A Wonderful Life on any given day regardless of it's place in the year. I don't think this is a bad thing. And really, not all afflictions are bad. Are they?

af·flic·tion
n. A condition of pain, suffering, or distress. See Synonyms at trial.

Okay, so maybe most afflictions are bad. In fact, all of them are except Christmasaholicism. I know that there were more than a few dreary days in June that were rescued by George Bailey's, "YEEE-AAAH!! Merry Christmas, movie house! Merry Christmas, emporium! Merry Christmas, you wonderful old Building and Loan!" And that's all because of my afflicted friend. And let me tell you, you can watch It's A Wonderful Life a million times and you'll still find yourself crying in at least ten completely new places, falling in love with Donna Reed, and believing "It really is a wonderful life" at the end. The lesson? I know in today's crazy, hectic world we don't have enough room for Christmas in our heart year-round, but if we've got a DVD player we can at least keep It's A Wonderful Life and playing forever in our TV (if we have a TV).