30 Days of Thanks: Day 17

You guys.

I have a problem, and I need to confess.

I have an....obsession, if you will, and I want to come clean.

Last year, around this time, I accidentally stumbled upon a Hallmark Channel Christmas movie staring our beloved DJ Tanner...I mean, Candace Cameron Bure...and it launched me into a frenzy of Hallmark (or Lifetime) holiday original film bingeing each evening that has only increased this season.

This season, I came prepared.

This season, I pre-researched all of the new options.

This season, my DVR might actually be smoking from the overtime work it's doing to ensure I don't miss a single one.

This season, I know my favorite stars by heart and purposefully seek them out by talking their names into my fancy Xfinity remote, so that I can double, triple, check I'm not missing any other gems of theirs.

The flicks are...how do I put this gently....not great. They are basically the same storyline, told over and over, with the characters and locations ever-so slightly tweaked. They are most often cringe-worthy levels of cheesy, and have ultimately been vetoed by even my traditionally Rom-Com and Holiday movie loving man. (When B recently saw our DVR line up he looked at me with a mix of concern and pity and said "You need help, girl", if that gives you any indication of the severity.)

But honestly, I love everything about them.

I love how they make me want to walk outside down a festively lit street, bundled up in the cold, with a mug of fancy hot chocolate. 

I love how they each reinforce the potential magic of the season.

I love how the decorations in every single scene are pure Christmas perfection, like I spent just enough hours inside of the Pottery Barn on my street to manifest my very own living room decor of absolute Martha Stewart-level dreams.

I love how they make me want to eat sugar cookies until I exude sprinkles from my pores.

And, I love that under the multiple layers of cheap, feel-good ploys, there is a simple message of love, or hope, or belief in goodness.

It's all so silly and glittery and warm, and I am grateful for it.

With love,

Trish