One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six. All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged, fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find. |
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I'm not talking about what's appropriate. I'm talking about what's worth it. Forrest Gump, Top Gun, Breakfast Club? They aren't ready. |
| There's no need to cut the cord just yet. |
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Netflix is a holiday-season juggernaut. The Christmas Prince, The Princess Switch, Klaus—the streamer is truly a factory for feel-good Christmas stories. Piggybacking off Hallmark and Lifetime's decades of mistletoe cheesiness, Netflix created an industry of cookie-cutter rom-coms that shatter the so-bad-it's-good uncanny valley of holiday cheer. Don't know where to begin as you scroll through endless holiday titles? That's where I come in. No one knows Christmas films more than a Jewish guy who spends the entire holiday season watching movies. While everyone else wakes up early to open presents, I boot up Netflix's latest Christmas romp. Not sure what to watch? Let this list be your guide. |
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Take up to 65% of shoes, shirts, pants, and more right now. |
| Three years ago, Lorne Michaels surprised Martin Herlihy, Ben Marshall, and John Higgins at a comedy show—and offered them a job. A couple dozen sketches later, they're rolling out a movie. |
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When we set out to publish this special holiday edition of The Napkin Project, we knew that we didn't want to tell typical holiday stories. No treacle-y tales of family, forgiveness, and full hearts—that's not our style. And so, when we asked five tremendously talented writers to submit works of short fiction contained on cocktail napkins, we gave them this prompt: "Write a story set at an office holiday party." Corporate parties aren't the stuff of Hallmark movies or holiday literary lore, but they do make fertile ground for fiction. The proof is right here, scribbled in their own handwriting. |
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