1945 movie, Christmas in Connecticut.
Famous entertainer learns to decorate a tree while not wearing flannel.
All this unfolds in a charming cabin or an inn. Oh but there are problems in the country too. The heating at the inn might quit or the owner is days away from eviction. Worse yet, the visitor from the city is actually a scout from some big, cold-hearted company that plans to change things.
As these movies move along, cell phones are thrown away, big job offers are turned down, snow storms create white-outs that bring commerce to a halt, forcing our hero or heroine to slow down and learn some Christmas lessons; how to toast marshmallows, trim a tree.
There will be baking, and flour may be tossed around in a getting-to-know-you romantic way. Hands will meet over cookie cutters.
Everyone is happier wearing plaid.
Turns out people in the little town are the kindest, most generous folks anyone’s ever met. Our main character falls in love with the town and also with a former sweetheart who stayed there all this time and is miraculously single.
It’s happening again right now. Christmas movies with happy endings. Fine with me. I like my holidays predictable.