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The Twelve Plays of Christmas

Friends,

We're a week away from starting the twelve days of Christmas, try as retailers might to move them ahead of the holiday. Still, it's never too early to start practicing your caroling. It occurs to me the void left by the lack of traditional yule gatherings could be filled with video streaming. Thus, the idea was born for a curated playlist modeled after the popular melody. It's called the twelve plays of Christmas. I will spare you the first eleven verses of the cumulative song and cut to the final verse. Ready?

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love streamed with me: Twelve Years a Slave, Ocean's Eleven, 10 (with Bo Dereck), District Nine, the movie, The Hateful Eight (or Code Eight), The Magnificent Seven, Six Feet Under, Fifth Element, the Fantastic Four, Three Men and a Baby, Two Weeks Notice and One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. You may need to speed-up or slow-down a syllable here and there, but it tracks pretty closely to the original. So, grab some eggnog and a pumpkin spice donut (or twelve) and sing your heart away. You're welcome for the earworm.

Happy Friday!

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