Avery Henry-Bailey

Christmas at Plumhill Manor drops you right in the middle of a holiday mess that’s all too relatable—family drama, last-minute surprises, and that weirdly magical feeling that comes with snow-dusted chaos. Avery Henry-Bailey plays a character who’s not exactly thrilled to be heading back home, but, I mean, who ever is? Plumhill Manor, this old estate bursting with twinkling lights and ancient secrets, is basically another character in the story. It’s got creaky floorboards, hidden rooms, and more family history than a genealogy website. The plot gets rolling when an unexpected visitor shows up, tossing a wrench into everyone’s carefully planned festivities. There’s laughter, obviously, but also plenty of awkward moments—like, “did Aunt Linda really just say that?” kind of situations. As the family scrambles to pull off the perfect Christmas (spoiler: perfection isn’t happening), old wounds and hidden grudges bubble up, but so do the good memories, the kind that sneak up on you and make you nostalgic for stuff you didn’t even realize you missed. It’s not all tinsel and gingerbread, though. There’s a dash of romance, a sprinkle of small-town gossip, and the occasional disaster—because what’s Christmas without something catching fire or a dog eating the ham? By the end, you’re left with that warm, fuzzy feeling, even if the road there was bumpier than a sleigh ride over gravel. If you’re into cozy chaos and heartfelt moments, this is the one to watch.