Listen, we need to talk about Hallmark Christmas movies. Every year, they show up in their sparkly, low-budget glory, and every year, someone—probably wearing black turtlenecks and quoting The New Yorker—feels the need to trash them.
Are they predictable? Of course. Are they cheesy? Duh. Do they make me feel like everything’s going to be OK, even if just for 90 minutes? You bet your Grinchy heart they do.
