My wife will hopefully get angry and turn Hallmark off for this perversion. She is watching the Christmas in July stuff now. She got mad at me Sunday when her and my daughter-in-law started watching one and I offered to tell them the ending without ever seeing it. The love of their life is in front of them but they are committed to a big city workaholic who wants to take them away from the Norman Rockwell small town and you always have to have a financial issue and an evil big business in the plot somewhere. Variations on a theme is all these Hallmark writers have, it’s really sad they have no more imagination than 104 choruses of the same song.
The other problem is the incredibly immense output of the same movie. They have done hundreds and hundreds of Christmas movies alone. My wife pretty much confines herself to the Murders and Mysteries channel these days. I think the mystery movies are simply warmed over Murder, She Wrote plots. She watches the newer mysteries and reuns of Tom Selleck's Magnum, P.I.
We will probably be looking at reducing our TV package with DirecTV somewhere down the road.
The funny thing with my wife getting tired of Hallmark is that she actually thrives on sameness. She loves small-town stories and reads Jan Karon's Mitford novels over and over in order. Yet, even she can't take another variation on the same theme with Hallmark.