Our Keepsake Journal is Here! 🎉

Girlfriends, we have news. And not like Brad and Jen are getting back together. This one’s 100x better, so get your comfy socks on and pour a hot cup of coffee, because you’re gonna need it. 

Someone is offering to PAY people $1000 to watch and review Hallmark Christmas movies. Seriously. We are not kidding. 

Internet Service Partners has posted an application spelling out the details, and you need to see it.

Basically, if your application is chosen, you must agree to watching 24 Hallmark Christmas movies in 12 days. (Sorry, kids! You’ll need to entertain yourselves! Mom is WORKING.)

And they actually want your real, honest opinion, too! So, if the storyline of Chad walking out of a huge business meeting, flying across the country, and proposing to Samantha in the middle of her presentation in front of 200 people seems a bit too predictable (or far-fetched), or if you don’t buy it because it’s obvious she’s still in love with her high school boyfriend Mark, you can say that! 

Or, if you watched 11 in a row that made you cry ugly tears and believe in love again and then that 12th one just didn’t do it for you, tweet that out to the world and let everyone know how NOT emotional “A Christmas to Remember” is, even though everyone wore red vests and it gently snowed through Ryan and Mary Ellen’s first kiss.

Have you ever heard of a better way to make $1000?! Now you can afford that 3-story Barbie house your daughter is dreaming of or those expensive and extremely impractical boots you’ve had your eye on! Or you can put Aunt Cathy up in a swanky hotel this holiday rather than having her sleep in your guest room. It’s your money, girl.  You “worked” for it, so you do you.

Here’s the criteria:

  • You must LOVE Christmas. (Check!)
  • You must be 18 years or older and a U.S. resident.
  • You must be willing and able to post about each movie on social media, so make sure you’ve brushed up on your gram-ing, Facebooking, and tweeting!
  • Include the hashtag #CountdowntoChristmas and #HallmarkDreamJob in each post.
  • Complete the “job” by Christmas day, December 25th, 2019

And to ensure you’ll enjoy your binge-watching experience, they’ll send you a streaming service subscription, hot cocoa, Christmas cookies, a string of fairy lights, a mini-Christmas tree, and a ton of Hallmark swag! (Pretty sure I’d do this just for the Hallmark swag.)

You can apply here, and, knowing the competition will be fierce, a 2-3 minute video “showcasing your best holiday spirit” could improve your chances. Just how merry are you? Prove it!

Other application questions include your social media handles, your fave day to watch movies, fave movie genre (hint: maybe don’t put horror?), what Hallmark movie you like best (answer: any with Lacey Chabert), and what role Christmas movies play in your holiday traditions. (Not sure my answer of “I use them as an excuse to hide from my kids” will get me very far, so I might edit that one before hitting submit.)

And that’s it! ‘Tis the season to get paid big dollar bills to watch cheesy predictable love stories that all follow nearly the exact same plotline and use the same snowy sets and handsome actors with tousled hair, apparently! 

Binge-watching has never sounded so magical.

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Karen Johnson

Karen Johnson is a freelance writer who is known on social media as The 21st Century SAHM. She is an assistant editor at Sammiches and Psych Meds, staff writer and social media manager for Scary Mommy, and is the author of I Brushed My Hair Today, A Mom Journal for Mostly Together Moms. Follow Karen on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/21stcenturysahm/, Twitter https://twitter.com/21stcenturysahm , and Instagram https://www.instagram.com/the21stcenturysahm/

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