Tonight's Holiday Menu. Starter: a cup of hot cocoa with whipped cream and three marshmallows, served while your aunt explains her new diet. Main course: roast turkey with a side of booby trapped paint cans, finished with a light glaze of maple syrup on spaghetti. Dessert: a cozy cottage in the English countryside with an unexpected romance. After dinner drink: one barefoot cop crawling through an air vent in Los Angeles. Please inform your server of any allergies to sentimentality.
Christmas movies are a buffet, and everyone fills their plate differently. Some people want slapstick chaos and a kid defending the house with a feather and a blowtorch. Some want pure joy, loud singing and a grown man in yellow tights who believes in everything. Some want twinkling lights, a house swap and somebody crying happily in the snow. And some insist the greatest Christmas movie ever made involves a skyscraper, explosions and a lot of yelling.
Pull up a chair. Answer fifteen questions about decorations, gifts and the family dinner, and we'll serve you the holiday film that matches your personality. Second helpings encouraged, arguments about Die Hard expected.
