Yelling numbers, like "two four twenty"
or "loadsa hundred" at Nuala Carey.
I don't think they feel we'll win,
it's more the surreal recognition
that if the Lotto is on it's late
and yet they're up and wide awake.
This Saturday, it's The Polar Express.
I avoid the parts that I expect
I will cry at by serving refreshments.
Of course it's this Yule event
that weights everything with meaning.
That line at the end as the train is leaving:
It's not about where it will stop
but deciding whether to get on.
When they catch me in these outbursts
they ask things that make me worse:
What age will they be when they die
and how did Nana Betty get in the sky.
So it's best that I plate up the bites
and make good memories on movie nights.
All aboard, indeed, follow that star,
I'd have never believed before getting this far.
And, their favourite part of the show?
"When all the numbers came up in a row."
(Saturday night is our movie night, as in the children get to stay up a little later than usual to watch either a DVD or a movie on TV if RTÉ have a good one for their 'Big Big Movie.' If the TV show is the choice then there's a break in it for the Lotto. My children just love the Lotto. And honestly, I don't even think they know that you can buy tickets for it.
For the last few weeks it's been all Christmassy movies, I can't watch certain parts without bawling. Even the two weeks we watched the 'Home Alone' films saw me blubbing at the endings.)
