When I was a kid, I enjoyed watching those claymation Christmas specials like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and A Year Without a Santa Claus even when it wasn’t Christmas. My family never celebrated the holiday in the traditional sense, so it’s a bit of a gift and a curse now that I know all those songs by heart. It was the whole family too. Ever since my father came home with a big stuffed animal of Bumble the Abominable Snowman for the house, Christmas has only really been about one thing: the movies .

Now that I’m in my thirties, I’ve hit the point where I’ve seen quite a lot of Christmas films on my annual movie marathon. All that’s left on my watchlist every year is whatever silly idea Netflix comes up with, like the absurdly titled Meet Me at the Christmas Train Parade

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