“Twas the last show before Christmas? Using it’s a wonderful life movie as a reference.”

'Twas the last show before Christmas, in the old Bijou Light,  
As snowflakes swirled softly outside in the night;  
The townsfolk in Bedford Falls gathered once more,  
For that magical film they’ve all come to adore.

The silver screen flickered, revealing George Bailey,  
With dreams much too grand for this quaint little valley;  
Mary beside him, with eyes full of hope,  
A lasso around the moon at the end of her rope.

Popcorn and peppermint mingled in air,  
Children in footie pajamas, awash with the flair  
Of an angel named Clarence—an ear without wings—  
Who’d show George the joy that his own giving brings.

Old Ernie the cabbie, and Bert at the door,  
Nodded to neighbors who’d all seen before  
How kindness, once counted and debts cast aside,  
Would matter far more than one’s fortune or pride.

The Bailey house brimming with laughter and cheer,  
A bell softly chiming as Christmas draws near;  
“Each time that it rings, know an angel’s been made,”  
Zuzu will whisper, not one bit afraid.

And deep in the seats, as the credits appear,  
A silent resolve warms the souls gathered here:  
That no one is poor, who is cherished and loved,  
And every good deed is recorded above.

So, twas the last show before Christmas—in dreams old and bright—  
Where hope became real in the glow of the night;  
With lesson and tears, we rise from our seat,  
It’s a wonderful life, and—again—Bittersweet.

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