Beanless Christmas

In the ongoing saga of recalling things that I lost in the fire, I had a tragic realization. My VHS copy of Mr. Bean episode, "Merry Christmas, Mr. Bean," the one given to me by Amy back in our Notre Dame days, the one I watch every year with my mom and brother (Bill, I miss you, stay safe,) the one I have completely memorized and is more of a tradition than The Christmas Story was lost in the fire. It's so sad to think about. It/s alsmost a little less like Christmas, which I know is ridiculous. But it's sad to me nonetheless.