Let's Be A Hallmark Movie Channel Movie!

I'm the small town bakery where the female lead character works at.

We're white, white, white!

I'm Young Santa who is in love with his high school sweetheart.

I'm the romance novelist who falls in with a guy who trashed her work.

I'm the spray painted leaves for the movies that are set in the fall.

I am a pleasingly plump sister of a successful but selfish veterinarian.

I'm either Patrick Muldoon or Candace Cameron-Bure starring in one of these.

Ahem, R2. I am the black homeless woman who, upon receiving a nickel and a "Merry Christmas!" from our heroine, utters the magical words which cause her to realize all she had been doing wrong and rush back to Dean Caine, Brandon Routh or maybe Eddie Cibrian on Christmas Eve (one of them will be alone on his couch, in sweats, eating Chinese takeout with chopsticks, straight out of the white containers) and beg for a second chance. When she races off I'll look to the heavens and wink.

I'm a small town's local bookstore that needs to be saved by raising money through a Christmas-tree decorating pageant. I'm run by a plucky, blonde single mom, who has just met a widowed lawyer disenchanted by his previous big city life.

I’m the print model who dreamed of being a runway model and ended up doing these corny ass hallmark movies.

I’m the church prominently positioned in the over-the-treetops shot of our sleepy little hamlet.

Yes I’m white and yes I have a steeple.

I'm my mother watching it at full volume with the subtitles (or 'words') on, with still no idea what's going on.

I am the only black lead.

Even if they decoloured me a bit in the photoshopped promo material.

I’m the mean girl former classmate that gets her comeuppance when the only hot guy in town falls for our heroine.

I am the only street the town the heroine is from has

I'm the heroine's professional career in the big city. Despite all the sacrifices made by the widower father to procure me, I'll be tossed aside after one week in the heroine's hometown because she realizes life is nothing unless lived with her high school sweetheart. My guess is she'll be a sweat-wearing fat shrew within 3 months

I’m the cherub-faced child who plays matchmaker so she can have a mom again. I harbor no resentment that my father has decided to replace my mother and spends too much energy trying to get his dick wet instead of helping me through this tough time.

I'm the jogging scene of every female lead accompanied by suspenseful music

I am the detective who spend his whole time chatting with the heroine of the Mystery movies and giving her all the details about the case

I am the slightly chunkier but insightful best friend who takes the heroine out to dinner and backs away discreetly when the hot guy notices her.

I am the two leads who like to fuck each other in our dressing rooms between scenes.

I am the prototype New England village that gets moved around the country to make for a pleasing but bucolic locale.

I am Meghan Markle playing a woman who has a secret romance with a prince.

I'm the middle aged and fat town gossip who stirs shit up just for fun, but ultimately meet my downfall in a horrible waxing accident (I'm also freakishly hairy).

I'm the husband she met online.

I am the former star of a cable sci-fi show. Twenty years ago I was a pretty boy whose small, but fanatical fan base adored me, and predicted that I'd be a major star after the show ended. By the time the show went off the air I was nearly forty and my looks were rapidly fading. Now my career consists of playing the 'mature' lead against former sitcom stars.

I'm the evil rival. You can tell I'm evil because I live in a city, dress nicely, have a professional job and don't have kids.

I’m the jealous ex girlfriend who tries to ruin the protagonist’s Christmas pageant by undermining her efforts. But in the end I have a change of heart when I witness the children rallying around my opponent, and I discover the true meaning of Christmas.

I’m the “never happens in real life” way that the heroine does something embarrassing or needs help and a hot guy notices and becomes smitten with her charm immediately.

I'm another commercial break.

I’m the easily sloughed off baggage that the “been burned before by a selfish city girl” hot local guy possesses before he meets our little miss sunshine heroine.

Cuz you know, he’s gotta be moody and brooding before she melts his heart.

I’m the wool pea coats preferably in holiday colors. Gotta have the pea coats. All about the pea coats.

I'm the shitty child actor who plays the snarky child of the widow/widower who initially hates the would be suitor/GF, bit is eventually won over by his/her pluckiness....

I'm the engine trouble that forces Janyce to stay in Oak River and attend the Christmas Tree Festival, instead of returning to her high pressure advertising job in The City.

Dan and Janyce will joke about my serendipity at our Christmas tree-themed wedding.

I'm the token black in three small scenes. I am either a grocery clerk (female, overweight, heart of gold, knows everyone, asks how family is doing); hardware store owner and clerk (male, hefty, surly but heart of gold underneath, packing random boxes); or bus driver dropping kids off (door open, big smile, male or female)

I'm the male lead. I was focus-grouped about fifty times to get the perfect blend of decently handsome yet in no way sexy. Viewers can possibly imagine I cry a little during "love making". I am sensitive. Yet adequately strong when I need to be.

I'm the Canadian location where the movie is filmed, eh.

I'm the Prodigal Son of the Mayor returning home in time to be the main suspect in a murder.

I'm the antique desk with a secret drawer that offers up an old photo that depicts a big clue.

I'm the widowed teacher who meets at Parents Night the handsome and divorced father of my worst hellion of a student.

I'm Sam Page or James Wolk fighting for the lead opposite some b list soap actress...

I'm the unwrinkled, single paper bag from the grocery the lead places on the kitchen counter when she walks into the house. Because everyone goes to the grocery store and ends with one single paper bag, perfectly unwrinkled.

I'm the male lead's foreskin hiding under his trousers.

I'm Shirley MacLaine embarrassed that I'm playing the second violin to Eric McCormack and Kristin Davis, staring at a green screen doubling as an unconvincing skyline of Chicago.

I'm the wise grandmother who plays matchmaker.

I'm Gap and GapKids, where all clothing was purchased.

I'm Meredith Baxter, bitter that I've aged out of romantic leads for Hallmark and Lifetime movies.

We're the words "love", "heart", and "Christmas"; mix and match us to make your own Hallmark Movie title!

And we're the chimps generating the scripts by randomly pressing one of 20 preset buttons.

"The Town of Cookie Jar"???

We're the cute j crew wearing late 30's to Early 40's couple. One of us has a child Yearning for 2 parents. We will NEVAH do anything more sexual than holding Hands.

Per above...celibate

I'm the single, good-looking, and mysterious dentist who's new to town. All the divorcees want me, but I'm so standoffish that I don't attend a single homecoming-weekend event. Unheard of!

If I had been in a Lifetime movie, you'd soon learn that I was a serial killer on the run. Since this Hallmark, my deep dark secret is that my wife and child were killed in a plane crash, rendering me terrified of commitment....until young-widow Jen teaches me to love again.

You'll see me for the last time walking down a country lane ablaze with fiery foliage, my arm around pregnant Jen, my new bride, talking excitedly about our plans for tomorrow's homecoming parade. Within the leaves of the weeping willow two spectral faces emerge — our dead spouses — they look down at us and then smile contentedly at each other.

Damn you guys are good.

I'm the town square gazebo.

Its June,hotter than hell and I'm a studio musician supplying high string sweetening to yet another saccharin Christmas carol arrangement for soundtracks in the upcoming December 2018 season.

I am the career girl who doesn’t have time for Christmas until I meet the blandly Handsome owner of a Christmas themed business

OR

I am the small town girl who DOES believe in Christmas who nevertheless falls in love with the blandly handsome career guy who doesn’t have time for the holidays.

Either way, I will walk outside wearing a sweater and a scarf - but not coat - to show that it is Winter.

And you will be cradling hot cocoa with your sweater clad hands.

I'm the Canadian actor trying to play an American. Oh, my Canadian accent slips out too much.

I'm the hideous Christmas sweaters worn by the mother of the ambitious young lead actress, who has forgotten the real meaning of Christmas while working at a high-stress job in the big city.

Christmas sweaters telegraph to the audience that the mother is a True Believer in Christmas, in the name of all that is holy and good

The mother character generally wears her Christmas sweaters with elastic jeans , freshly permed hair, and a generally jolly disposition, along with a quiet disdain for her spunky daughter's superficial city ways.

No matter how much disregard the heroine shows for Christmas sweaters in first two-thirds the movie, the daughter MUST don a hideous Christmas sweater before the end of the movie - to signify her redemption and her return to Christmas sweater values

I'm one of the 25 basically interchangeable bland looking Canadian actors who are the male "stars" of the 25 Days of Christmas Movie Marathon. No matter my age, race or acting ability, me and the other 24 guys are cast from the same dye.

I am a Vancouver Extra eating poutine posing as a mid western American. I get fucking free health care too, bitches.

I'm the Picturesque Hallmark Movies Barn*. Steadfast and true, I have served six generations of Hunky Farmer Hero's family. Unlike my tragic, dilapidated real-life cousins in which mutilated corpses occasionally turn up on [italic]Forensic Files,[/italic] [italic]The First 48,[/italic] or [italic]The FBI Files,[/italic] my paint is ever fresh, the hay and feed are always perfectly stacked, my horses and cows are ever warm and cozy, and you can eat off my floors, they're so clean! . . .

. . . Well, except for that one time Our Still-Snooty Heroine caught the stilletto heel of her Jimmy Choo in a crack and fell full-size into the warm fresh dung pile Old Hank just happened to "overlook." Her smart designer suit was ruined, and of course she hadn't a change of clothing, so . . . when she emerges from the bathroom (all white antique porcelain fixtures, of course) ready to get dressed, she's completely makeup-free, her hair all damp and artfully tousled--but all she sees hanging on the door hook are a plaid flannel shirt, an ancient pair of men's overalls, and thick wool socks--all several sizes too big. But, hey, at least they're clean! And thus with a single wardrobe change, Our Still-Snooty Heroine begins to discover that Sweet Plucky Positivity, topped with loads of Aw Shucks Can-Do Spirit she never knew existed inside her. (And don't think Hunky Farmer isn't noticing the transformation) Can anything other than True Forever Love be in the offing?

*Picturesque Hallmark Movie Barns Motto: [italic]"Aways mucked out, never fucked in."[/italic]

Excellent

I'm Andrew W. Walker.

1/3rd of these movies don't get made without me.

He has that 2 colored eye thing like Bosworth! Swoon!

I'm the home security and On Star commercials, captivating the viewers as much as the story lines.

I'n the average, run-of-the-mill guy the dull heroine is dating, who is really, SURPRISE! The prince of some tiny European country with a vaguely familiar sounding name. My mother is Jane Seymour who doesn't have to act to come off as a snobby cunt.

It’s horrifying how good some of you are at this.

I think a lot of us watched these to soothe our numbed selves after the 2016 election.

I'm the overheard phone conversation that is a misunderstanding and nearly ruins the relationship.

I'm the casting director that's had over half of the leading men inside me. I couldn't quite tell when Ryan Paevey was in.

I'm the multi-million dollar cottage with designer furniture, even though my owner is a single 30 something and works part-time at a quaint cafe'.

The only occupations of the heroine are one of the following: a small bookstore owner, a small antique shop owner, florist, owner of a cake bakery. A frau raised on a steady diet of these will not accept anything else.

I'm the morning rush to get the kids out the door. You'll recognize me by the words, "Jayden! Your backpack!!!" as the heroine, with hands full, tucks her stainless-steel travel mug under her chin to lock the door as the brats scurry to the SUV.

Next shot, they're in the car and driving to school. The youngest kid will drop his/her waffle on the floor and start whining and the two older ones will be annoying each other in some way.

After mom settles them down by reminding them that it's Taco Tuesday but she can just as easily make meatloaf tonight and they start chanting "TA-COS! TA-COS!", she'll sigh loudly and we'll get a close-up of her eyes in the rearview mirror.

They'll either register deep anxiety or utter contentment — nothing in between — depending on the movie.

I'm the grad-school level professional career that doesn't fulfill the heroine because she isn't married with children.

I'm Josie Bissett. On a career fucking rebound!

I'm the dog-groomer r71 forgot to mention.

I'm QVC, source of all the Quacker Factory Christmas sweaters for r57!

I'm the long pauses between the painfully sparse dialogue. I'm here with my friend, the tepid level of humor.

r75, That's because the dog-groomer is the best friend.

You also forgot wedding planner, R71

I'm Dean Cain, taking some time off from saying vile things on Fox News.

I'm an important lesson learned about caring, and sharing feelings.

[Italic]Lovely Widows[/Italic]

Candace Cameron Bure.

Lacey Chabert.

Danica McKellar.

Three beautiful women, all too young to be widowed, find love with three handsome men, who are also too young to be widowers, in the new Hallmark Channel original movie, [Italic]Lovely Widows[/Italic].

Victor Webster.

Brennan Elliott.

Andrew Walker.

Will these widows and widowers finally find love and, once again, happiness in [Italic]Lovely Widows[/Italic]?

I own a bridal shop in a coastal village in Maine. My quirky assistant/close friend was on The Facts of Life.

I'm the flamboyant, plump mayor of the town. Initially I am resistant to the "new element" when the heroine moves back, but I come to realize she is actually a godsend and say so during a rousing speech at the Town Hall meeting that every major character happens to be attending.

Isn't there always some holiday thrown in there? There's usually someone painting Easter eggs,, or sewing a leprechaun costume for a school play. Or, of course, trimming a Xmas tree.

I am that holiday. I am Everyholiday.

I'm the town in eastern Quebec pretending to be New England.

I'm walking down the quaint main street of my hometown where I have returned from the big city to settle up my inspirational and quirky grandma's estate, wearing a knit cap and sipping a hot chocolate. I am checking out a quaint window display, when in the reflection I see my grade school sweetheart...

In spite of the omnipresent cell phones, major plot points are sure to revolve around missed connections and misunderstandings that a text would have solved. I think we can infer from this that the writers are "of a certain age."

I'm the closeted male lead wondering where I can score some hole in this shitty Canadian province.

I'm laughing my ass off because these sound like my Nana's Mills & Boons Romance novels. All that's missing is the heaving bosom and the throbbing love shaft. Brilliant!!!!!

I am Sex, exhausted and defeated after rambling through a couple hundred Hallmark towns like a tumbleweed, peering into bedroom windows, haylofts, and car backseats hoping (in vain) to be invited in, looking on in disbelief as good looking, perfectly healthy young adults whistle on past me, utterly content in their chastity.

For the love of God, would somebody please direct me to the Lifetime Movies studio?

I’m the ailing grandma whose last wish is to see another Christmas before going home to God.

In the meantime, I comfort my grown grandson, lately returned from a bad relationship with “that selfish girl from the Big City,” who didnt want kids, because they’d “get in the way” of her career.

I know he’d get along just fine with that sweet blonde widow who owns the potpourri store in town, and who has a sweet little boy yearning for a dad. “They’re just made for each other.”

On Christmas Day, I watch them together, as they sing carols at the beautiful, soft-focus tree. My withered hand lets go of my cup of egg nog, and I pass away to Jesus with a grateful smile.

I'm Andrew Walker.

One of these gigs annually alternated with a generic B-schlock tele-movie thriller throughout the year keeps me in dive gear, surfboard wax and covers the botox, fortnightly hairstylist and blond highlights.

I figure my current gravy gig on auto-pilot as a posterboy for Hallmark has a good five years left before I have to re-brand the dimpled charm shctick.

Aha R62 = Snap!

I didn't read entire thread, but I see you know AW's score too!

AW: "Market Share baby! Gotta keep these goddamn Canucks off my turf."

R63 It's called heterochromia.

Some other notables have it. Contrary to what I thought, Bowie didn't.

R71 Very often I'm also the rustic working girl, which gives great sweeping and often Autumnal/Fall vision:-

I can be found running a farm-based business, the family vineyard, or ranching to help my folks withe horses and hard work.

I am potpourri.

I am also a grapevine wreath.

I am the rediscovered note to Santa written many years ago, that now carries a bittersweet message to my grown-up self.

Who, until just now, was TOO BUSY FOR CHRISTMAS.

(That could be the title of one of the shows.”

I'm Vivaldi's four seasons.

Winter

Spring

Summer

Fall

I'm my mother, pissed off that Golden Girls got pre-empted for a month in order to play this shit in December.

I'm Allison Sweeney. I bake cookies and solve mysteries.

It's like Murder She Wrote except instead of aging Hollywood guest stars, we have much loved Canadian performers from old Dominion commercials.

I am the dreadfully plain, yet talented girl (the personification of the viewing audience) who has a rich, handsome prince like creature with a penis fall in love with me rather than the conniving, yet gorgeous cultured cunted and titted creature he was expected to fall for.

I am the plucky heroine's profession and am either an aspiring pastry chef, photographer, OR cafe owner.

Watch my thwarted dreams magically come to fruition with minimal conflict!

If my love interest is a widower with a kid, I guarantee that I'll vaguely resemble her late Mommy and that we will get along swimmingly!

r105, or you are a set designer, a magazine layout designer, a dress designer, a home makeover designer, a real estate staging designer, a baked goods designer, or an architect.

Hmmm architect sounds suspiciously like a career one would have in a big city, and thus would lead to not getting married and producing children. FAIL.

A Hallmark Architect who is a small town girl that works for a high price big name firm who is sent back to her home town to tear down the historic town square and put in a mall. The square preservation committee is headed by her old HS Quarterback, who dated her sister but really had a crush on her. The Jared ring box makes an appearance...

There's no place like Hallmark for the holiday classics. Where else could a nice Jewish boy fall in love with a lesbian?

Single Santa (Steve Guttenberg) meets and falls for single mom (Crystal Bernard) in Seeking Mrs. Claus.

Before the lovebirds can tie the knot, Santa has to win over his frosty future mother-in-law (Mariette Hartley) in Meet the Santas.

If this doesn't warm the cockles of your heart, you don't have a heart...or cockles.

OMG, with a patrician Mariette Hartly to boot!!!

He accent is a HOOT!

This Saturday's premiere looks like a real nail biter. A dance instructor teaches a groom to be. I wonder if they'll get together.

I'm the special pumpkin pie recipe that saves the day.

I’m the Canadians wandering around near the shoot, and being a pain in the ass. I will tweet, fb, IG every day about it. Then tell everyone I see, for the rest of my life.

I don't know where to begin..

I'm into my second day lashed into this sling-the ball gag effectively mutes my calls for help. The last thing I recall was Puddles..yes, that's what he went by-bringing me to this tiny old place on Dore St. "Do you think that nickname was a red flag, or what?", I ask myself, pondering the irony of how the old me would have savaged any of my friends for winding up in such a situation. Yeah, well..the tears burn as they roll down my jawline..

There's no one here except for the pit bull growling and crying upstairs. Then I hear a key in the door, and the tinkling of a bell tree..who the fuck puts a bell tree on a residential front door? I hear the sound of engineer's boots on the ancient wooden floor, and the dog yipping joyfully at his master's return. The footfalls end at the basment stairway door, and it opens with a sliver of light..

Wha...what? THE HALLMARK MOVIE CHANNEL? Ooops. Sorry!

I'm the fat scented pillar candles burning away on every surface in the bedroom during the sex scene. I've not only raised the temperature in the room, I'm using up most of the oxygen. It's surprising that the actors don't pass out. And who the hell went to all the trouble to buy me, set me up, and light me? Whoever that flunky was, I thank him.

[quote] I'm the fat scented pillar candles burning away on every surface in the bedroom during the sex scene

A sex scene in a Hallmark Movie Channel movie?? Surely you jest.

I'm Andrew W. Walker's perfect chiseled chest. You'll only see me on Lifetime Movies, not Hallmark. Sorry.

I'm Barbara Niven. On Lifetime, I get to be a vixen or a serial killing neighbor after your husband. On Hallmark, however, I'm the wise and sometimes kookie aunt/best friend/confidante, as well as Allison Sweeney's wacky but warm-hearted mother.

I look Canadian but I'm really from Oregon.

I'm Canada's own Tyron Leitso. I'm so lucky that Hallmark's frau viewership are too dim-witted to notice my rainbow flag a-waving.

I am the hyppo guest starring on "Love on the Safari" premiering next month on Hallmark:

"Busy and reserved Chicago web designer Kira’s (Chabert) plan for a relaxing vacation in Scottsdale is derailed when she learns she has inherited Ukuthula, a beautiful animal reserve in South Africa and must travel there for the reading of the will. Upon her arrival, she meets the handsome park ranger Tom (Cor) who is the exact opposite of her accounting (and bland) steady boyfriend. Along with Tom and Ally (Bristow), the reserve’s other ranger, Kira explores Ukuthula along with its majestic animals: zebras, giraffes, hippos and elephants, and she unexpectedly begins to not only fall in love with Ukuthula, but with Tom as well. Kira is conflicted and faced with a difficult decision: either sell the reserve to a ruthless competitor, which would jeopardize Ukuthula’s future as well as the livelihood of its local villagers and the well-being of the animals, or leave the safety of her life in Chicago and risk everything for this new world. When Kira sees the villagers and children from the school her uncle built she realizes that sometimes she must get lost to learn the way, and in the end, it’s up to her to decide what ultimately makes her happy"

r120, she takes people and animals over money but somehow a Jared ring box is fished out of the giraffe feces...

I am a big-city girl in a small town for business, meet a hot local, go on a cute date, then see him kiss a girl in public, so I plan to leave town, but it turns out to be his sister, who becomes my bestie...

It’s not a genuine Hallmark movie unless cookies are being made, and Alan Thicke has come up to Canada to wear a gingham shirt while wagging his head a lot.

Mr. Kurtz, Alan Thick, he be dead!

I'm the hunky actor who is in ALL of the Christmas films, and I always wind up marrying the woman who goes back home from her job from a major city on the East or West coast to a small town where she grew up. She always has a boyfriend/fiance, but then winds up marrying ME!

There’s a movie starring Tootie AND Blair from Facts of Life on Hallmark right now!!!

I wonder if it was directed by Jo. Didn’t she direct a bunch of Lifetime movies?

I’m Luke MacFarlane, wondering how many times I have to play Perfect Husband Material to some generic Midwestern girl before Hallmark finally makes some gay romances and casts me in them all.

I’m the whimsical soundtrack that is also used as the music on every Real Housewives series.

I’m the Hallmark producer who just realized his three core demographics are young white women with wedding bouquets in their eyes, middle-aged churchgoing Trump-voting ladies and gay men ages eight to eighty.

I'm the diabetes one develops after watching one of these travesties.

I'm giggling because I'm sketching out a lightweight murder mystery for next year, and this thread is giving me ideas [bold]: o[/bold]

I am the fully green-leafed trees in the background despite 2 feet of "snow" on the ground and the incoming blizzard that closes the airport and all roads going into and out of the town.

I am the medic on set, ready to revive the actors wearing wool peacoats, boots, scarves, gloves and knit hats with big pompoms, filming in 90 degree heat. I wonder why, just once, a Christmas movie can't be set in a warm-weather location, but then I'd be out of a job.

I'm the insincere smiles.

I'm Candace Cameron-Burre and I'll be starring in almost everyone of these movies.

I'm the local vet, and the hero. Mysister runs the accompanying pet cafe.

The heroine is a city lawyer representing the council not allowing the hero to convert the carpark into a doggie playground!

I'm the snowstorm that forces the protagonist to stay in Maple Grove for Christmas

I'm the token black friend.

[quote]I'm my mother watching it at full volume with the subtitles (or 'words') on, with still no idea what's going on. LOL! R12

I'm the star who wears red, the love interest wears green. Flannel is just the feel, not the star of this movie, because it does not photograph well.

I'm the huge chunk of ribbon wrapped mistletoe, hanging in plain sight at the community Christmas party, but the heroine & her love interest don't see me until they are standing directly under me. Gasps, grins & giggles ensue before the passionless closed mouth kiss.

I'm the gayling actor whose character has words of wisdom beyond his years.

I'm the little stray, scruff of a dog who wanders into town, just before Christmas, to bring smiles & laughter to the people with my antics & cuteness. I will befriend a lonely orphan, & by the movies end we will both be adopted by the childless/petless, town Scrooge & his jolly plump wife. Oh, & because this is Hallmark, the orphans teacher & the hot guy who looked after me, despite his terrible dog allergies, (many hilarious scenes of him sneezing) fall in love. Of course, my new family & I have a front row seat at their wedding. I will bark when the bride & groom kiss & everyone will laugh & laugh at my sweet doggy shenanigans.

I'm the actress/songstress ready to tackle the role of the mom, grandmother, aunt, mother-in-law, neighbor, boss, innkeeper, baker, matchmaker......Whatever you need! I'm available! (After April 7)

I'm the shop clerk who never stops smiling & never receives money after a purchase. I press & beep all of the register buttons, but no money is ever handed over. People just grab that coffee/cocoa/book/bouquet of flowers/teddy bear etc. & march their asses right out the door without paying. No wonder these Hallmark businesses are always in danger of being shut down. The town is full of thieves & freeloaders who don't ever pay for anything.

I'm the cozy Christmasy bed and breakfast in a small quaint "New England" town the male and female leads are both staying in after getting stranded that is run by a nice elderly couple who look suspiciously like Santa and Mrs. Claus.

I’m the much ballyhooed “country estate” of the warm but no-nonsense matriarch where the third act of the movie will take place. I’m the place where the heroine first felt the Christmas spirit as a little girl. I’m actually a large-ish spec home in the suburbs of Winnipeg with builder grade finishes festooned in all the out-of-season home goods holiday merchandise the local production company could drum up. I will later be purchased by a holding company in Shenzou in all-cash-offer and will be filled by international students who disappointed their wealthy mainland Chinese parents by not getting into university in Asia.

I'm the handsome ghost (with an astonishly trendy haircut and beard) of the manor-turned-inn who was murdered 100 years ago at Christmas time. I come back as flesh and blood every year during Christmas to try to solve my murder. The cute and plucky big city realtor lady who MUST sell the haunted inn helps me finally solve the mystery...and we fall in love.

I'm the plucky American of humble stock and means who meets the heir to the throne of an obscure European republic somewhere in the vicinity of Luxembourg where everyone speaks English. Though he's been engaged to a beautiful, titled friend since childhood, after a few misunderstandings, he will marry me!

I'm Carson Kressley.

I saw Jonathan Bennett in a dogwalker's christmas movie. He plays the love interest, and, probably not surprisingly, comes off as less of a potential boyfriend as a cousin who is flirting with a female relation as a dare.

I'm twinkling little lights and I exist as set decor objects as well as digital illusions. There are masses of me everywhere, 4 seasons a year.

I am a van filled with plastic baked goods.

I had few running in the background today. What was funny is that the 'set ups' all seemed like the ones you see in porn. The bad acting and writing didn't help any. They're basically bad porn with no sex and better sets.

I'm the Chauvanistic themes that remind women they "need" a man (and an ugly Christmas sweater)

No matter how successful they may "think" they are in life

I’m the comforting sense of familiarity provided by the exterior establishing shots of landmarks where the big city part of the action is meant to happen. Thank you Getty Images.

I'm the bizarre weather event that lets people stand outdoors with coats open and showing no breath at all, and yet simultaneously allowing unmelted snow to coat ground and surfaces with no drop of water to be seen, no slush at all! It's a Xmas miracle.

r153, you have ruined Hallmark Christmas movies for me forever!