The 71 Best Christmas Movies Of All Time

Embrace the holiday with a list of films that will last you until (at least) January. [View in Browser]( [Esquire Sunday Reads]( [The 71 Best Christmas Movies of All Time]( The 71 Best Christmas Movies of All Time ‘Tis the season once again for Christmas cheers and Hallmark holiday movie jeers. Whether you go for the classics like Miracle on 34th Street, or come together as a family to laugh at whatever silly idea Netflix has come up with now, December has a host of Christmas films to take you all the way into the New Year. Tired from decorating the tree and wrapping presents? Plop yourself down on the couch with those you love and revel in some of the finest Christmas movies to ever climb down your chimney. Whether it be a romantic comedy, a festive musical, an animated special—or an action film that just so happens to take place on Christmas—this list has everything you could ask for this holiday season. So put the cookies out for Santa and switch off that 24-hour yule log channel, because it’s time for a holiday film for the whole family. Check out our favorites below (and maybe even check it twice!) for the best Christmas movies of all time. [Read the Full Story]( [MORE FROM ESQUIRE]( [It's Time to Admit That Ethan Hawke Is the Greatest Actor of His Generation]( It's Time to Admit That Ethan Hawke Is the Greatest Actor of His Generation There was a time when it appeared as if Ethan Hawke’s career arc was going to be one that went from playing the fresh-faced youth who must learn about the world’s duplicities and disappointments (Dead Poets Society) to playing the kind of ineffectual slacker whose main purpose onscreen seemed to be to demonstrate what happens when the neck of a Gap t-shirt loses its elasticity (Reality Bites). It was unthinkable to imagine that Hawke would be where he is now, and that is the best American screen actor of his generation. 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