Pretty much everything that can possibly be said about It’s a Wonderful Life has already been said multiple times and by countless writers far better than myself, so instead, now fueled by spiked eggnog, I’ll offer up a more personal anecdote relating to it.
There are many things that I think of when I watch It’s a Wonderful Life. I obviously think of the elation of seeing a bunch of Bedford Falls’ largely working-class citizens banding together in solidarity to…