Um.
I have a confession to make.
Over the past week, I’ve watched approximately 309590 Christmas movies on Netflix. I have no idea what any of them are called, or who stars in them, what Christmas is etc etc.
All I can tell you is that they all have one basic premise: A single, professional woman goes to her hometown for Christmas/travels to a remote place for work/goes undercover in a royal castle.
She brings with her a bunch of emotional baggage that’s definitely holding her back from finding The One – she’s a workaholic/she’s been burnt before/she’s actually three possums in a trench coat and she musn’t tell anyone.
Once she arrives at said hometown/small town/very special castle, she meets a handsome, single fella who’s tall and also has great hair.
She immediately doesn’t like this fella/can’t date this fella because he works for the big corporation which is trying to take down her small book shop/can’t be with this fella because she’s been lying about her identity.
Within a period of about two weeks, the single woman somehow gets over all this baggage and falls in love with the handsome fella.
They then get engaged… on Christmas Eve.
No matter how the story line slightly differs, it always ends with a Christmas Eve engagement/confession of love because that just makes sense.