If I had followed my usual habit of adding movies to my watchlist before watching them, I think I definitely wouldn't have chosen it. My watchlist is overflowing with movies I've saved, too many of which I feel I "should watch." Often, I don't have much free time, so I tend to be selective, judging movies by their ratings. I prioritize films with a rating of 8 or higher, but thankfully, I didn't put it in any categories. It seems like a spur-of-the-moment purchase turned into an unexpected delight. The tears at the end were tears of happiness. I haven't watched a movie like this in so long—funny, effortless, and yet warm and comforting. It's like watching this movie in bed—happy and effortless…which is probably why the film's rating isn't high. (I was laughing so hard halfway through watching a movie when a friend called and asked what I was doing. I replied that I was watching a Christmas film. She said, "You really love Christmas." Well, not really. It's just that Christmas in December has that quintessential warmth. Maximalism, bright lights, shimmering LED strips hanging from pine trees. In my hated winter, it felt so vibrant and happy, warming my heart, almost making me fall in love with winter. The film had all the Christmas spirit, beautiful Paris, even the interspersed German mythology, French proverbs, elegant music, and occasional humor… all perfectly combined. And this short and heartwarming film was just right for a winter night like this. Goodnight.)