If you’ve ever watched a Christmas movie and thought, “Why am I rolling my eyes while smiling?”, congratulations, you’re exactly the audience Netflix had in mind when they made My Secret Santa.

As a self-proclaimed connoisseur of predictable holiday romances (yes, I said connoisseur), I dove into this movie with my usual December expectations: cozy vibes, soft lighting, questionable life decisions, and two attractive people who fall in love faster than hot cocoa cools. And My Secret Santa delivers exactly that, for better and for worse.

If you’ve ever watched a Christmas movie and thought, “Why am I rolling my eyes while smiling?”, congratulations, you’re exactly the audience Netflix had in mind when they made My Secret Santa.

As a self-proclaimed connoisseur of predictable holiday romances (yes, I said connoisseur), I dove into this movie with my usual December expectations: cozy vibes, soft lighting, questionable life decisions, and two attractive people who fall in love faster than hot cocoa cools. And My Secret Santa delivers exactly that, for better and for worse.