Christmas season is upon us. The reason I know is that every night there are Hallmark Christmas movies on TV. If Nancy beats me to the remote control, that’s what we watch.
Often, the movies are about Princes and Kings in little known European countries who end up falling for and proposing to ordinary American women who then become Princesses and Queens. And it happens almost every time.
Recently, as we watched a Hallmark Chick Flick instead of an ACC college basketball game, there was a movie about an unattached young woman who had recently broken up with here fiancé. She was going to bring him home for Christmas to meet her parents, but she knew her mother would be crushed if she went home for Christmas without her beau, so she met a young male actor and hired him to be the pretend fiancée.
Somehow, I sensed – I don’t know how – that the nice-looking young actor and the nice-looking and unattached young lady would end up falling in love.
“Nancy” I said at the outset. “I know you’re not going to believe this, but I bet the young lady and the actor will end up hitting it off. They will kiss romantically at the end, profess their newfound love for each other and get hitched – just in time for Christmas.
And you know what? I was right.
Maybe I ought to start writing screenplays for the Hallmark Channel. I seem to have an uncanny ability to predict how these shows will end. It’s truly amazing.
The ACC basketball game didn’t turn out as well. My team lost.