Year after year, as the days shorten and the air chills, a ritual unfolds in many a living room: the annual viewing of "It's a Wonderful Life." This year, I found myself a bit behind schedule, but the moment I settled in to watch, time fell away. Suddenly, I was a child again, back in the 90s, eagerly awaiting the familiar black and white images to flicker across the screen on network TV, an annual tradition as expected as the carols and the tree.
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