Christmas Cards

As we post this review, it’s March 2015. The cold remains of winter on city streets. And time marches forward, implacably. Christmas is over; a fading memory. In its place, Valentine beckons with a red velvet finger. Two holidays which pair together well: both dedicated to spending time with those you love. Which is a great sentiment…. If they’re here. But what of those who have lost their family? For the aged, time is not always a friend – more of a ticking reminder. What can they look forward to, during these days of supposed cheer? For Walter, 70s, it’s the rituals that keep him going. Waking his weary bones in the morning. Boiling up tea on the stove. And – on Christmas – writing personalized holiday cards by hand. Then there’s that long slog to the senior bus. Headed for the cemetery. It’s a tiring routine for an old man, but Walter does it every day. Why? Because it’s a way to remember. To commune with friends and family. Even if they’re no longer here. But on this Christmas Eve, a storm is brewing. And the bus doesn’t run on holidays. Yet Walter vows to make the five mile trip. He’ll walk through sleet, if that’s what it takes. But is the danger worth the risk? To honor fading memories? Far from Hallmark cliché, Christmas Cards is perfect for dramatic indie directors. Written as a psalm for remembrance, CC’s a subtle and sweet script – perfect for any holiday.