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Carol Perkins: My own personal Hallmark movie

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By Carol Perkins

I'll take a day, or maybe two, depending on what transpires, to live inside a Hallmark movie. I'll be the young woman on her way from the city to a small town to encourage the owner of an inn to sell to a conglomerate to make room for a mall.

However, I am stranded in a snowstorm, rescued by the local veterinarian, driven in his old truck to the inn that I'm planning to help sell, and find myself surrounded by joyful people decorating for Christmas. (They don't know why I'm here!)


I will help bake cookies to save the Humane Society, pick out the perfect tree for the inn at the local tree stand, and then stop off at a coffee shop. At night, I will skate at the ice skating rink where I struggle and then watch the lighting of the town tree. The snow piles up and I'm losing my nerve about talking to the owner of the inn, a lovely couple who has owned this establishment for fifty years and whose son is determined to keep it open, especially after giving up his high power job in the city. We clash.

At the inn, a snowman building contest is underway and I am paired with the disagreeable (but good looking) son. I fall in the snow and he brushes me off; our eyes lock. A snowball fight follows but my high heel, designer boots slow me down. After the friendly banter, we walk to the local cupcake store and then to the annual craft show that is making money for the soup kitchen.

The bells of the horse-drawn sleighs can be heard in the distance, lights twinkle from every window in town, and on the street corner is a vendor selling chestnuts over an open fire. At the end of my stay, the son and I fall in love after he forgives my deception, so I fight to save his inn rather than sell it. I move from my city job to run the soup kitchen. The son (who has been a different man in at least five movies) and I never kiss until the end. When I look up to his face, who should appear but Guy!

This little town is straight from a Currier and Ives print, and I want just one day inside it.


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