It's the start of November and we've got enough Christmas films recorded such that my wife worked out we'd have to watch seven a day, that's right seven a day, to fit them all in before the 25th December.
What is it about them?
They're obviously "feel good" fodder but they're formulaic according to a few set patterns and mostly predictable with the occasional twist.
That's actually part of the joy, at least in our house. We pride ourselves on being able to work out the whole story, revising it with the details as we continue to watch.
Everything logical tells you that knowing how a story ends (and also how it gets there) would spoil it but they don't abide by logic. The communal act of working it out and then seeing it all transpire according to "the plan" is as equally feel good and comforting as the film's themselves. That they're all about Christmas is just the icing on the cake.
The familiarity is key; sometimes we don't want shocks or surprises, we just want to feel warm on the inside, to escape from the stress of the world and share these moments with those we love.
Christmas films are the perfect vehicle.