In the classic movie “Christmas in Connecticut,” Barbara Stanwyck plays Elizabeth Lane, a famous columnist who writes about food, decorating, and being the perfect hostess. There’s just one problem – she’s none of those things. She gets her recipes from her Uncle Felix, who owns his own restaurant, and she takes her descriptions of her home from a cottage in Connecticut she visits on occasion. She’s also passed herself off as married with a new baby, and none of that is true, either. She’s only told these small white lies to keep food on her own table, never dreaming that it would be her undoing, but it’s wartime and a heroic sailor is coming home for Christmas, and he has requested to spend it on her farm. Reading her column has kept him sane during the scary parts of his tour, and he’s envisioned her home and her cooking for so long, he wants to experience it for himself. She can hardly turn down a wounded veteran, can she? Especially when her job is on the line?
John Sloan, the man who owns the lovely cottage, has asked Elizabeth to marry him time and time again. She goes to him, anxious for help, and agrees to marry him if he will help her pull off this stunt. They set up the cottage with Christmas decorations and stock the kitchen with all the trimmings. She brings Felix out to the farm to help as well, and everything’s all set. But then the publisher of her magazine decides he wants to spend Christmas there as well, and there’s still one problem – she doesn’t have a baby.
She arranges to borrow a baby from the neighbor, who has to work and needs a sitter, and thinks everything is under control. What she doesn’t expect is how handsome this sailor is. His name is Jefferson Jones and he’s a real charmer. He takes interest in everything she does and she takes interest in him, which doesn’t sit too well with John Sloan, her new fiancé. What makes matters even more complicated is the fact that her “baby” is seen being whisked off at night by a strange woman, obviously a kidnapper, and she can hardly explain – “No, that’s just the baby’s real mother.”
It’s a real kettle of fish for a while, but of course it all gets straightened out in the end and everyone has a merry Christmas in Connecticut.
This film was not rated.