You know the moment: Young George (and later the adult George) steps up to the old countertop device, closes his eyes, crosses his fingers, whispers his grandest dream—”I wish I had a million dollars”—and then squeezes the lever. A small, reliable flame springs to life on the very first try. His eyes snap open, he grins wide, and out bursts that exuberant exclamation: “Hot dog!”
What a perfectly old-fashioned thing to say! “Hot dog!” was the 1920s–1940s equivalent of today’s “Yes!”, “Awesome!”, or “Let’s go!”—pure, unfiltered joy.
But the real magic lies in what that little device actually was: a vintage cigar lighter, a common fixture in early 20th-century drugstores and soda fountains. These contraptions were notoriously unreliable. The flint might spark weakly, the fuel might be low, or the mechanism might just be finicky. Most people had to try several times to get a flame.
So a charming piece of kid folklore sprang up: If the lighter lit on the first try, your wish was destined to come true.
Every single time George makes that wish in the movie—once as a boy full of big dreams, and again as a young man about to “shake the dust of this crummy little town” off his feet—the flame appears instantly. Hot dog! His wish is sealed. The universe has spoken.
Of course, as the story unfolds across decades of sacrifice, heartbreak, quiet heroism, and small-town love, we realize George never gets the million dollars. He never builds skyscrapers in Babylon or dances on the equator. The grand adventures stay just out of reach.
And yet… that lighter always lit on the first try.
In the end, the film whispers the deeper truth: George’s real wish—the unspoken one beneath all the million-dollar dreams—was for a life that mattered. For connection, for family, for being needed. And that wish? It came true spectacularly, flame after flame, in ways he could never have imagined as a boy at Gower’s counter.
On this Christmas Eve in 2025, with the world feeling heavy and uncertain for so many, I find comfort in that tiny, stubborn flame. It reminds me that the things we wish for most desperately often arrive in disguise. The million dollars might never show up, but the million little moments of love, kindness, and community? Those add up to something infinitely richer.
So tonight, if you’re feeling the weight of the year, maybe try this: Close your eyes for a second. Make a quiet wish—not for riches or escape, but for the things that really light up a life. Then imagine a small flame flickering to life on the very first try.
Hot dog.
Merry Christmas, May your own wonderful life be full of first-try flames, unexpected joy, and the kind of love that turns ordinary days into miracles.
And remember: You really have had a wonderful life… even if you haven’t always seen it that way.
With gratitude and a little snow-dusted hope
John Hargrove Seeking Truth and Reality 