When my editor asked if I had an ugly Christmas sweater to wear, I knew she was only looking out for me. My assignment required me to infiltrate a Hallmark Channel hub just over the Canadian border called Martini Film Studios.
Once there I’d walk approximations of streets that could be part of a small town or double for Brooklyn, all decked out in evergreen garland, sparkling lights, giant candy canes and other holiday ornaments. Surrounding me would be the natural denizens of Martini Town, if such a burg existed, all eager to savor the lot’s first Hallmark Fan Experience.
