Here in these United States of Cognitive Dissonance, Christmas — against which there is nor has there ever been a war — is coming. If anything, it is attacking you, its troops already arrayed in drugstore aisles, advancing through catalog pages, singing its songs through supermarket speakers, with the pine and fir trees that will fill vacant and parking lots across the country close behind.
In this campaign, there is no weapon more powerful than television, which has earmarked the Thanksgiving to New Year’s window for holiday-themed programming. Even now, original — meaning freshly made, conceptually new — Christmas rom-coms are clambering out of the trenches, not only on Hallmark and Lifetime, which owned the breed for a while, but on Netflix and Hulu and everywhere else seeking to grab a slice of that cinnamon-scented, sentimental pie. There are more than 100 new ones this year, with no more than 10 plots between them, joining the many hundreds, maybe thousands, that came before — and keep coming back.
With seasonal specials and special episodes of Your Favorite Shows and seemingly every halfway decent big-screen holiday movie of the last 30 years hauled out to run in a loop on cable TV, the only defense to this onslaught is surrender. Christmas is coming to television, and you might as well enjoy it. So please accept this partial guide, with the caveat that most of these shows have not been available to preview.
Of holiday films that aren’t romantic comedies, most promising is “Dear Santa” (on Paramount+ now), in which a child’s misaddressed letter to Santa gets him a visit from Satan (Jack Black) instead. As the trailer suggests it’s … a Jack Black movie, and should not be confused with another “Dear Santa” (streaming on Hulu) — a returning, heartwarming docuseries from the United States Postal Service, wherein human “elves” fulfill the Christmas requests of deserving children. The disturbingly titled Australian import “Nugget Is Dead? A Christmas Story”(CBS, Dec. 14 and streaming now on Paramount+) finds budding dermatologist Steph (Vic Zerbst) canceling Christmas with her boyfriend’s dull, snobby family and back with her lively, noisy, exasperating clan when their dog takes sick. After her mother announces that Steph is bisexual and the vet is a lesbian, no further clues need be planted. (It is a sort of rom-com in the end, but not at all in the middle.)