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Merry Christmas! If you celebrate the holiday, I hope it's a festive one. If you're looking for something to watch today, we've collected and ranked the 50 best Christmas movies of all time. The list includes all the favorites, as well as a few surprises. Enjoy the holiday! And thanks for reading Esquire. —Michael Sebastian, editor in chief Plus: |
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Get into the holiday spirit with a list of films that will last you until next Christmas. |
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. No, thank you. Instead, I've put together a list of the best Christmas movies of all time—just for you. |
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Everyone is always asking me, "Are you a dad yet?" And against all odds, I am not a dad. Not a man, don't have kids, my jokes are good. But I understand that I give dad vibes. I take style cues from those who do not fuss around. If I'm going, I'm going comfy. So of course, I'm all in on dad shoes. New Balance just does "dad" best. There's almost no competition. New Balances are built for purpose. For comfort. For a solid foundation on which all dads must stand. They are not built on hype, although they do acquire it. But on the whole, trends be damned. It's the very uncentering of style that makes them so damn cool. Asking us to pick our favorite sneaker is a bit like asking us to pick our favorite child. But let's be honest: We all have a favorite. |
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In truth, until recently I'd generally been okay with the death of everything. I'd blithely thrived in the country club of the death of everything. Then came the news. The depth of my denial was punctured by a single newspaper headline: SANTA FACES THE SACK. The ensuing story reported that Bloomingdale's in Manhattan had fired its store Santa and that Macy's was adopting an "interactive" North Pole. Other media picked up the news as a certain sign that Santa Claus was on the verge of extinction. Sure, you'd always be able to communicate with him somewhere at the cyber Pole as he clunked around his cyber workshop, but he would always be merely on display, like a museum piece. And usually, the only things in a museum are dead things. So whatever happened to Santa—the real Santa, the flesh-and blood Santa? |
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