Christmas Eve, 1995:
The living room was dark, save for the blinking glow of the Christmas tree lights and the shine of the television screen. A mountain of festively packaged presents wrapped around the tree's base.
On the sofa next to the tree, Buzz stared at the TV as the giant church bell chimed, signaling the film's end. Beside him, Woody sat with Bo's head on his chest, her blue eyes shut. Slowly he pulled the remote towards him so as not to disturb her.
"Well Buzz," he said softly, muting the TV. "What'd ya think?"
"It was okay," said Buzz.
"'Okay? Okay?'" Woody echoed. "You can't say it was just okay!"
"I think I just did."
"Buzz, It's A Wonderful Life is one of the greatest Christmas movies ever made! How can you be so blasé about it?"
Buzz frowned. Leaning back, he crossed his arms. "I didn't really like the ending."
"The ending's the best part! George learns his life has value, Clarence gets his wings, everybody sings Auld Lang Syne…"
"What about Mr. Potter?"
Woody paused. "What about Mr. Potter?"
"He stole eight thousand dollars and nearly drove George to suicide and he got away with it!" Buzz said. "There was no justice!"
"That's what you care about?" Woody scoffed. "Buzz, you're missing the point of the film."
"I'm not missing the point," the Ranger said. "I just don't think it's fair."
"I'm sure karma caught up with him eventually."
"Maybe," said Buzz. "I just wish we knew how." The two were quiet for a minute, the light of the TV illuminating their faces as they ruminated.
Without opening her eyes, Bo suddenly spoke. "Mr. Potter's punishment is that he will die alone and hated and will eventually be forgotten while George Bailey's legacy will live on through all the lives he touched."
Woody and Buzz looked at each other. "Well, Buzz?"
Buzz shrugged. "I can live with that."
"Can we go to bed now?"
"Oh right, right, right. Sorry." Woody switched off the television. Standing up, he scooped Bo into his arms. "Shall we?"
Buzz followed as the Cowboy climbed down off the sofa. As he headed to the door, Bo snoozing on his shoulder, he began to sing. "For Auld Lang Syne, my dear, for Auld Lang Syne…"
Buzz joined in as the clock in the hall began to strike midnight. "We'll take a cup of kindness yet for Auld Lang Syne…"