For years, watching “It’s A Wonderful Life” has been part of our family’s tradition. It started when I was a teenager and lived at home with my parents and brother, Glen. Even on occasion now, if we have an early snowfall prior to Christmas, my father will call and say, “It’s time for ‘It’s A Wonderful Life.’” I’m happy to report that the tradition of incorporating this film into my own family’s repertoire happens in my own home now, as my husband, daughter, son and I all snuggled up together last Saturday night and indulged in its brilliance. There’s a lot of Christmas spirit in this house, but it kicks…