Oh boohoohoo, I'm a clearly-not-struggling artist, switching from places that look more luxurious than an average well-paid family can afford, and I happen to bump into a handsome millionaire- who's generously paying me for gift ideas and is willing to help me achieve my biggest dream: getting my work out, oh, it's so unfair... he only thinks about himself, boohoohoo.

Honestly, I don't want to bash this movie but ... man.. this was difficult to sit through- as so many other Christmas movies that follow the exact same cringy story arc.

I get it, it's supposed to be a "feel good" movie but when I keep rolling my eyes this often, it's just not good... but hey! Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm jealous to not have found my own perfect Christmas millionaire.

On a different note: can someone PLEASE tell me what in the world is wrong with those family photos?!!!