(Obviously, my hair is up in curlers and a headscarf. Ain’t NOWT happening to Nana’s festive ‘do).

…honestly, I’m not even sorry for that one.

Christmas hits and misses from 1921 to 2010, taking in Northern Soul, funk, bebop, blues, punk, swing, ska, country, and more. It’s a fuckin’ festive buffet, lads - dig in.

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Cher can never be stopped. In any timeline.

‘There’d be a Chlamydia Weaver toddling about today, if her mother hadn’t suddenly decided that Sally was easier to spell’ - Terry Pratchett.

I think this was based on a book, so at least TWO people thought it was a good idea. Mostly for these Netflix Christmas films, I assume they just cast two attractive people, start dipping their hands in the Festive Small Town Names bran tub, and flip a coin to see which one’s widowed.

I wish I was making this up.

They were going for ‘gritty, but it’s a Christmas film so literally everyone owns their own massive, beautiful home’ - the love interest is the long-lost daughter of the main guy’s pregnant teenage nanny from when he was 4 and his brother died in a tree-climbing/big storm incident.

Does everyone in this town own a beautiful classic car, or does one have to be a member of the Horny Women’s Institute?

Wow, they’re really laying the ‘we’re doing the Born Sexy Yesterday trope, and it IS still weird with the usual genders switched, but the kooky town doctor is on board, so it’s fine?’ on thick.

I think Craig Robinson only agreed to do this film if he could bring his keyboard and sing his character’s motivation. I am on board with this decision.

(I see what they’re going for, but I personally would not shag that magically-animated snowman. I’m sure he’s very nice).

Looks like This Film’s Widow didn’t give the ‘hot snowman’ a dick when she built him, so I’m guessing not the first one?

She’s also clearly a shit criminal if she has to work two jobs as well.