In other appearances twice after this scene, you will see from the same view from across the field , the neighbors house no longer appears. I am excited to see the third installment when it comes out in a few weeks!! You can count up to 8 trees width. But when changing planes in Boston, Miranda runs into old boyfriend Josh who chases her to Vermont, where Miranda learns of an old family secret that could destroy her family. Written by Goofs Midway thru the movie you see Margaret standing from across the field, staring at the cottage from a distance. Can Miranda keep her family -- and her love for Ian -- together and intact, or will she forever lose her chance at a beautiful winter wedding? So when someone says after they try to bash others reviews that they are not bias or anything like that, you ignore them!! It's Christmas and Miranda Krakow leaves Seattle with a suitcase full of presents to join her long- lost family in Carlton Heath, where she will experience the joyful traditions she missed as a child. I'm not going to ruin anything for anyone who hasn't seen theses movie but I will say this, I cry every time I see these first two movies. Last Christmas, Miranda fell in love with Ian Matter , a local man who helped her as she searched for her father, James Whitcomb, a famous theatre actor she believed had a connection to the town.
This Christmas, she fears the warm welcome she received from the Whitcomb family will soon turn cold when Miranda receives an anonymous text from someone who threatens to expose her identity. Miranda is flying back to Vermont from her home in Seattle to reconnect with her family over the holidays -- and to see Ian, a local handyman she fell in love with on her last trip to the Green Mountain State. To her immediate right there appears a neighbors house, roughly 4+ trees width , right of the cottage. . The neighbors house has been blocked-out of the movie in the other subsequent scenes, judging from the same view distance. . .
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