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Story Time: Cry with joy

Posted on Tuesday, December 13, 2022 at 10:15 am

By Lorry Myers

I am not much of a daytime TV watcher. I am not into talk shows where opinions are offered that I don’t care about. I don’t have a favorite game show, although my mother’s choice would be The Price is Right. I don’t do soap operas or shopping networks or reality shows with reality stars.

What else is there?

I discovered intervention shows and cheating shows and shows to prove you are the father. I tried cooking shows that don’t make me want to cook and home remodeling shows that make me feel bad. No way am I watching pimples popping or someone’s autopsy, or surgeries that go wrong.

I just can’t do it.

The holiday season, however, offers up options when you need a diversion to fill your time but you don’t know what that is.

You know, one of those days.

I don’t know though, something’s happened. Suddenly, all the sad shows don’t make me sad anymore. When someone dies or a tragedy happens in a movie, I feel bad, but that’s all I can do. Then, along comes a show with happy ending and I fall apart.

What’s up with that?

I tolerate the Hallmark channel which seems to have a theme. The shows typically end with lost love from the past, or an orphan finding a family, or people who don’t get along ending up together for the rest of their lives. Sometimes there is a do-gooder in charge of a Christmas fundraiser who ends up stumbling into a prince from a remote country.

Those movies don’t feel real.

Then, there are other movies that make me feel something and typically it involves tears. Like, Sister Act I and II…when the nuns sing for the pope and the kids sing in the competition, I need a tissue. I tear up during Elf, when Santa’s sleigh is powered by people who believe, and Home Alone, when Kevin is reunited with his mother.

Silly, I know.

I also cry when George comes to his senses and an angel gets his wings. I cry when Tiny Tim makes the best of his life, and when Ebenezer wakes up with a changed heart.

I cry for Love, Actually, every single time.

For the complete column, see this week’s edition of the Centralia Fireside Guard