Emmy (Poppy Jones) is an author who is struggling to writer her next bestseller, and so writes a book about her childhood growing up on a farm in Australia. However, taking poor advice from her gent, she changes the book, putting herself in the role of her mother. So when the publisher and her son decide that the only way they will buy the book is to experience a Christmas on the farm (which doesn’t seem like a very reasonable nor realistic request) things turn into a bit of a face.
Maybe it was just after the last couple of stinker films that I watched, but I actually quite liked this one. I mean, it didn’t make a huge amount of sense in many ways, but it was fun. This is the kind of fun Christmas movie I’m up for, personally.