Every year, starting the day after Thanksgiving (I refuse to watch a Christmas movie before that date), my husband and I begin watching Christmas movies, especially the feel-good Hallmark Originals. Yeah, my husband loves them too and he's not ashamed to admit it (at least that's what he tells me).
I have a love/hate relationship with these movies. I hate them on the one hand because they're so predictable. Within the first five minutes while the opening scene tittles along, I've already figured out the major plot, know exactly what the turning point point will be, and the solution is clearly written in the snow flakes that are bound to fall during the Christmas Eve miracle scene. However, I love them for those exact same reasons. I know beyond all uncertainty EVERYTHING will work out in the end. In a world full of chaos, disappointment, struggle and strife - my soul yearns to see miracles, to watch the sparkle of magic and to believe in the unbelievable. That's a Hallmark movie wrapped in it's golden bow.
So, despite their predictability and lack of imagination, I recommend everyone to sit back, prop your feet up on a foot rest, wrap yourself in a warm blanket, fill a bowl full of popcorn, and sip on a large mug of hot chocolate as you sit back with your loved ones and watch a wholesome, magical, and inspiring Hallmark movie. (No, I'm not a paid spokesperson for Hallmark.)
You never know what miracles you'll be inspired to believe when it's over.
Till next time,