When you were a kid, you loved Home Alone because the idea of having the house all to yourself — free from the tyranny of parents and older siblings — was a pretty thrilling prospect. But now that you’re older, there’s one thought you have every time the ’90s classic pops up on the TV: “Damn, that’s a nice fucking house. What does Mr. McCallister do for a living?”
We may never know how exactly the head of the McCallister clan afforded that gorgeous piece of suburban real estate. But I’ll do ya one better: you can live in it. For one night, anyway.