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A Christmas to Remember (1978)

A city-bred grandson moves to his grandparents' farm during the Great Depression and grows up enough under their tough care to help his grandfather deliver a surprise gift on Christmas Eve to their community church with the help of a phantom stranger.
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A city-bred grandson moves to his grandparents' farm during the Great Depression and grows up enough under their tough care to help his grandfather deliver a surprise gift on Christmas Eve to their community church with the help of a phantom stranger.

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Genre:TV Movie, Drama
Directed By:George Englund
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In Theaters:12/22/1978
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Runtime:100 minutes
Studio:George Englund Productions

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