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Good Evening Alcott Grove!

D.J. Bob, the music man here.

Just ten days 'til Christmas, and

do we have a treat for you tonight.

Grab some hot cocoa, throw on your fuzzy socks,

and get ready for the sweet, wonderful harmony

of our very own Grove Crooner's Barbershop live in our

downtown W.A.G. studio.

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Merry Christmas.

Jo March here to see Susanna Gardner

Susanna's expecting you, you can head on in.

Mrs. Gardner? Jo March.

I know who you are Jo, please have a seat.

And call me Susanna.

It's very nice to meet you in person Susanna.

Oh believe me the honor is all mine.

When I took over the publisher's job

here at Orchard House,

I inherited our roster of talented authors

but yours was the name that just popped off the page.

I cannot count the number of times that I read

one of your Alexandra's Adventures books

to my grandkids.

Well that's so nice of you to say. Thank you.

And then during our merger,

when I learned that you were rebranding

yourself as a young adult author, well, I was thrilled.

Uh, rebranding is a little strong.

I just want to keep challenging myself

to grow as an author and explore fresh ideas,

so I can keep my readers engaged

as they grow out of Alexandra's Adventures.

Yeah, and that's good. We totally support that.

True creatives are always pushing themselves,

never content to stay within their comfort zone.

Which brings us to the

latest draft of your new book.

So, what's the verdict? What do you think of the story?

Technically, it's all there.

Your prose and penchant for description,

as always, impeccable.

But...?

It's missing that special Jo March

heart that my grandchildren

and countless other children have fallen in love with.

Jo, you have always had a gift of

sparking your young reader's imaginations.

I've seen you do it time and time again with Alexandra.

We are just asking that you give us that

same sense of wonder,

but to a slightly older audience.

This draft feels remote. The emotions don't feel authentic.

Oh, um... this has been the first time

writing for the teen audience,

you know, trauma, friendship, heartbreak.

Everything's always changing in their world,

but if you just give me your notes,

I'm sure I can deliver what you need.

Actually, I don't think my notes would

be very productive Jo.

What do you mean?

I want you to find a new story.

I've shared this with the Publishers Board,

and they agree.

They would like for you to start over. A page one rewrite.

Wow, um, that's, that's disappointing.

The board is looking at the lineup for the new year,

and they're very eager to shed some of their older book deals

that they've inherited from the former editorial team.

What do you mean shed?

Jo, I want you to thrive,

but unfortunately, the clock is ticking.

And to be frank, I will need a new proof of concept

to bring to the board right after the first of the year.

Two weeks? Oh, that's impossible.

I'm flying home in the morning for Christmas.

A family tradition.

Well, maybe that's exactly what you need.

Go visit your family, have some eggnog,

open up a pair of holiday socks.

Hey, who knows?

Maybe you'll even get a kiss under the ole mistletoe.

Look, I love my hometown,

but I'm not sure Alcott Grove, Tennessee

is where I'm going to find the next great young adult idea.

Try tapping into your own teenage years and experiences.

Memories are the banquet table of the imagination.

Well, my growing up years were as safe, warm,

and uneventful as a Norman Rockwell painting.

Now, try to enjoy your Christmas

and then write like the wind Jo.

Shut the door.

You didn't have any Christmas plans, did you?

Actually, a ski trip with some friends.

Any chance you can put those on hold for a few days?

I wouldn't ask if it weren't important.

Why? What's going on?

Did you see the author that just left my office?

No.

It was Jo March.

The kid's author? My nephews love her books.

Yeah, she was one of the old publisher's favorites as well,

but she's trying to rebrand herself

as a Y.A. writer, and

she's really struggling to find her voice.

I need you to find out why.

She live in the city? I can set up a meeting.

Small problem with that.

Jo's heading home for the holidays.

Video call then.

I was thinking more along the lines of a house call.

A what?

I'm going to make you editor on this project,

and I need you to do what an editor does

best for an author.

Mentor her. Help her find her spark.

Book a flight to Tennessee,

see if you can't help her get past

this little creative impasse she's at.

Sure. Yeah, no problem. She'll love that.

I mean, I've always dreamed that

my editor would show up unannounced

while I'm on vacation.

Look, I know this is highly unconventional Fritz,

and that the timing could not be more inconvenient,

but if Miss March does not nail down her next proof of concept,

sadly, her relationship with Orchard House is over.

Man, this new publishing board is ruthless.

It is what it is, and we are what we are.

Good editors bring good books to market,

and as nice as that young lady is,

the new owners of this house will not coddle her

or us if we don't bring some books to some bestseller list.

So what do you think, Fritz?

Can you help Jo March cross the finish line?

I hear Tennessee is beautiful this time of year.

Check your advent calendars Alcott Grove

because there is just nine days

till Christmas here at W.A.G. Radio

So good to hear your voice again, D.J. Bob

And if you're still looking for some good Christmas deals,

don't forget to stop by Philanthropy Gifts,

our town's finest boutique shopping experience.

Jo's here!

Beth, I've missed you.

You too, sis.

Everyone's made it home for Christmas this year.

Meg and Daisy just got in from Florida last night.

I miss this place.

Where are all the decorations?

Don't tell me Mom didn't do her thing

before the missions trip.

No. While they're off building homes in Mexico,

they thought the four sisters could have fun

putting up everything this year.

We were just waiting for our most

imaginative sister to arrive.

Oh, Joy.

Oh, speaking of, how's the novel coming along?

I bet it's brilliant.

Jo!

Oh Amy. How are you holding up without Mom and Dad?

Why does everyone keep asking me that?

Just because I'm the baby of the family doesn't mean

I don't know how to take care of myself.

Sorry Ames. Forgot you're already 25.

And three quarters.

And besides, while Mom and Dad have been gone,

Beth has been living back home the last month.

No, only temporarily.

Mom and Dad didn't want Amy to be lonely

while they were away.

Who could be lonely when Laurie shows up

every night for dinner?

So how are you and young Theodore Laurence doing?

He's the love of my life.

I'm so happy for you, for the both of you.

Aunt Josie!

Daisy! How's my favorite niece?

How can I be your favorite niece if I'm your only niece?

And smart as a whip too.

Daisy, come help me find my iPad.

Okay.

Hey.

Oh my gosh. Hi, big sis.

I missed you so much, Josephine.

How was your flight?

Hell, you know, airports are crazy.

Yeah.

But it was totally worth it to get out

of the rat race and see you all.

Especially that little ladybug.

Hey, listen, we heard about you and Landon. So sorry, Jo.

Are you okay?

Yeah, it's fine.

You know, we were just going in different directions

and it's better for my mental health.

Yeah, but still hurts.

And listen, you know, we are so proud of you.

It's important to take care of your heart.

Yeah.

How is Florida, Meg?

Ha, well, the army base isn't Alcott Grove, but...

Gosh, we just miss you so much.

You know, sometimes I just wish we had a time machine,

and we could go back to when we all lived here together.

Me too.

When's John get in?

Hopefully, the next few days.

He's just been going from base to base

in the Middle East for the last six months, and

fingers crossed that his boss will give him his

Christmas leave sooner than later.

And I can't wait to see Daddy.

Okay, enough.

Mom and Dad sent me a video they wanted us

all to watch as soon as Jo got in.

The volunteer team is building five houses

and a health clinic in a needy village,

and on their days off, they even get to explore Ensenada.

Oh, and they saw the Peach Boys in concert.

The Peach Boys?

Yeah. Apparently the best cover band south of the border.

I think.

No, no, no right there.

I think it's going. I think it's going.

Okay.

Merry Christmas!

We really wish we could be there to help celebrate,

but when Pastor Henderson asked us to

lead the winter missions trip,

we thought we couldn't say no to God's calling.

So, it looks like our little women will be celebrating

Christmas without us this year.

We know it's a new experience for everyone,

but don't worry, there are frozen casseroles

that you can pop into the oven.

And plus, I made a list of everything you will need

for the Christmas Eve dinner.

Right. Right. Along with instructions to

my world famous outdoor lighting display.

Now, look, Amy, I know that Laurie is going to

be eager to want to help,

but please don't let him hang too

many strings on one circuit.

Alcott Grove doesn't need a Christmas blackout.

Again.

But we know you will pull off the most magical Christmas ever

because you girls are a knot of four strands

that can never be broken,

and we are so proud of you. We love you.

Goodbye, darlings. Merry Christmas!

So what're we waiting for?

Amy that's the top section, the middle section goes next.

What? It fits perfectly.

What no! Look at the diagram, okay?

The middle section goes right after the base.

What you're doing, it messes up the symmetry.

Doesn't that bother you a little as an artist?

Well, it depends on what look you're going for.

Traditional Christmas tree,

that's the look we're going for okay?

Old fashioned it is.

It has to be in here somewhere.

Here it is.

Guys, remember, I used to always love

when Mom put that up every year.

Yeah, we did.

Hey, Laurie.

Is that Josephine March I see?

Laurie. Man, so nice to see you.

You too. Sorry I'm late.

Lunch rush down at the deli,

and I apologize for the sweet smell of cured meats

but it's proof this man is working

to pay off his college loans.

I love that you're such a hard worker.

Hey, look at this.

You know, your Aunt Amy drew that when she was five years old.

It's so good.

Yeah it is. She's always been

the true artist in the family.

Well, thank you, but that might be a slight exaggeration.

Oh, that reminds me. Did you hear back

from the art schools you applied to?

Um, still waiting.

You know, maybe I'll hear back after the holidays,

or maybe I won't.

Doesn't matter.

Well I'm sticking with my prediction.

They all accept you, and there's a

bidding war for your admission.

Mom, what's that smell?

That's smoke.

Oh no! No, no, no, no, no, no.

So much for casseroles.

Never can beat a pizza pie from Grunelli's.

Jo, you were starting to tell us about your new book earlier.

It's a Y.A. novel.

Y.A., like yield analysis?

Yield analysis?

Yeah. I learned about it in my economics class.

It's how a company evaluates quality and efficiency.

You all know how much I love a good database nonfiction book.

I can always count on you to impress us

with your depth of knowledge.

Y.A. means young adult, you know, like teen fiction.

Oh! Another excellent book genre. That's exciting, Jo.

Jo, has it been hard to pivot genres like that?

Seems a lot different than writing kids books.

I love Alexandra's Adventures.

Yeah, me to.

It's definitely a challenge, but

you all know how I love me a challenge.

Oh yes. We all remember your high school graduation speech.

"Life may have challenges,

but you always have the three P's available.

Passion, persistence, and pizza."

It's cold out, folks.

No snow yet, but D.J. Bob's going to

keep the Christmas hits rolling.

And how about a local celebrity sighting?

Word is famed author Alcott Grove's very own

Jo March is back from New York

to celebrate the season with her family.

Keep your eyes peeled for Jo March typing her next

masterpiece at her favorite writing spot,

the Stable Reserve.

Thank you, D.J. Bob.

Ah, squeezing work into every free moment.

I have to. My publisher wants me to finish

this project by the new year.

Sounds fun. Can I see what you have so far?

Oh, you know how I like to let my words marinate

before I share them with the people I love. - I'm sorry.

So what was with the weirdness earlier between you and Amy?

What do you mean?

Well, you got a little defensive

about moving back home.

No, I just, I didn't want to make a big

deal about it, is all.

You know how I like my independence.

Everything okay at the school? Music Teacher of the Year.

It's my dream job.

I just... things um, always slow down

over winter break, so I thought while

I'm here keeping tabs on Amy,

I'd volunteer at the Hummel House Youth Center.

I love that about you.

You're always looking for an opportunity

to speak into kids lives.

Is Ben Kirke still directing the drop-in center?

Mmhmm.

Aunt Beth, I'm ready for my bedtime story.

I've been summoned.

Taking Dad's car to town.

Hi.

What can I get for you?

Just a black coffee. Thank you.

Black coffee. Simple man.

It's you.

Hi. Do we know each other?

Uh-- Coffee. Just black.

Thank you.

You know, I've been coming here for years,

and I've never heard anyone order

just a black coffee before.

Yeah. I, uh,

I'm not a big fan of the fancy flavored

sugary sprinkly drinks, you know?

There's nothing better than the bold notes of a

straight from the bean brew.

Fascinating.

Jo here's your 4 pump pumpkin spice cappuccino

with cinnamon sprinkles

topped off with oat milk foam top.

Thank you, Sally.

You're welcome.

I love my sugary sparkly drink so much.

Can you add a to-go cup?

Yeah, sure.

So, Mr. Bold Notes you were going to explain

how you knew me.

Right. My name is Friedrich. People call me Fritz.

Josephine. People call me Jo.

Jo March, as I live and breathe.

Pastor Henderson, how good to see you.

Likewise. I heard D.J. Bob on the radio

talking about you being back in town.

Listen, I'm so glad you came home.

I wouldn't dream of spending Christmas anywhere else.

Is this the Landon that your parents

have been going on and on about?

Uh, no. In fact, we went our

separate ways several months ago.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

This is Fritz.

We actually just met totally by chance,

completely out of the blue, barely even said hello.

Okay.

Fritz Baehr.

All right. Nice to meet you Fritz.

Now, what brings you to Alcott Grove?

I'm a travel writer. I like to visit small towns.

So I thought I'd spend a few days here

and see how you guys celebrate Christmas.

Well, you came to the right place.

We like to do Christmas up here, so I think you'll,

you'll love that.

Jo, I need to know, are the March sisters

going to make an appearance at this year's

Christmas Eve service?

We wouldn't miss it.

That service has been a tradition

in this town for over a century.

Love to have you too Fritz.

Thank you. Thank you.

I don't know how long I'll be in town,

but if I am here, I'd love to.

Okay. Well, it was good to see you both,

and hopefully I'll see you soon. God bless you.

So you're a writer?

Writer. Editor.

I've been editing to pay the bills.

I'm a writer, too. Children's books, mostly.

Right. That's how I know you, Jo March.

I've read some of your books to my nephews.

You recognize me from the headshot

on the sleeve of my books?

Yeah. You know, pretty good with faces.

You know, I could use someone to show me

around town for the travel story.

We could talk writing since we both have that in common.

What do you say?

Um, you know, I'm kind of crazed right now,

up against a hard deadline.

Right.

Yeah.

Understood. No. No problem.

But it was so nice to meet you. Got to go. Bye.

Nice to meet you, Jo.

Okay.

New story concept.

What are you guys doing?

March Sisters Christmas shopping trip.

I was getting some writing done.

You get to do that the rest of the year.

This is the one time of year that we get you, and

as mom always says we are a sister knot of four strands.

Not easily broken.

Fine. Not easily broken.

Buckle up.

I think so.

Jo.

Fritz, oh hey.

Hey. How are you?

You enjoying town?

I am.

Hi Ken.

Jo, who's your friend?

Oh no, he's not. He's just a travel writer

passing through town.

You must be one of the March sisters.

Yes, I am one of them.

So tell me a little bit about yourself.

You got a wife or a girlfriend?

No, I'm just here by myself.

If you're writing a story about Alcott Grove,

nobody knows our town's history better than Jo.

No, no. There are plenty of other people.

Stop. You are the perfect person

to show Fritz the sights.

You know, I was just suggesting that yesterday.

Absolutely not. No way.

I mean, I already explained to Fritz

that I'm up against a hard deadline.

Oh Jo, you have two weeks to finish your story.

Come on, show this man some Alcott Grove hospitality.

Well, it seems I've been overruled

by the executive sisterhood.

I'll show you around town on one condition.

Alright.

If you end up writing a story, you have to

run it by me before it goes to print.

No offense. I just need to make sure

we're not part of some clickbait piece.

Well, I would never write something like that, but um... deal.

Stable Reserve in an hour?

I'll see you there.

When were you ever going to tell us

you met that handsome writer?

Never. Shh, he's going to hear you.

I see you've already finished

your blended candy bar with a whisper of coffee.

Are you one of those guys that writes jokes ahead of time

and rehearses them?

No, I'm usually in the moment,

but I did come up with that one after we first met.

In case I had the good fortune of running into you again.

Speaking of coffee, I think that

they have a big urn of flavorless black

behind the counter.

No, I'm all good.

I got my caffeine boost this morning.

I'm all amped up and ready for the big tour.

Follow me.

Yes, ma'am.

So how are you feeling about your deadline?

Honestly, I wish I didn't have it hanging over my head.

I worked really hard to get it in before Christmas break,

and now I got to start all over with a new concept.

Why do you want to know?

I'm just making conversation.

What book are you working on?

It's a young adult novel.

That's your first one, right?

How'd you know that?

I might have Googled you.

Your "Writer's World" profile

only mentioned children's books,

not young adult novels.

It's okay, I might've Googled you too. Friedrich Bhaer.

Although, I only found your travel bylines

from five years ago.

Yeah. You know, after knocking around

the world for so many years,

I kind of had to get a day job to make ends meet.

The freelance life. -Yeah

Well, at least you're getting back on the horse.

You're a really good writer.

Wow. Thank you. That's high praise

coming from someone with such devoted fans,

including my nephews, which reminds me,

I'm gonna need a selfie with you before I leave town.

Thank you. So, according to

your "Writer's World" wiki, your research is

taking you mountain climbing in Europe

and surfing in Latin America?

Asia, too, and Africa,

but I haven't updated my profile in years.

Okay, continent-dropper.

Here I am just a simple country peasant

who's intrigued you with my rustic charm.

I didn't mean it like that.

Alright, here's one of our spots.

Not to burst your bubble or anything,

but I think it's closed.

Wow. Keen observation skills journalist.

What's the occasion?

So Louisa May, the owner of The Merc,

closes down the restaurant to provide

free brunch to veterans and first responders.

It all started about 15 years ago when Louisa's family

lost her brother, Garrett, who was serving in the Middle East.

As you can imagine, it hit the family very hard.

Hey, Charlie.

So they started a program to honor Garrett's memory

and serve those who serve the rest of us.

That's incredible.

And not just at Christmas. They do it every week.

Well, you know, my dad served when I was a kid

Marines. Semper Fi.

Always faithful.

I can see how this must mean a lot to the community.

It does. People come from all over, not just in town.

Jo March!

Louisa!

I heard you were back. I didn't think I'd see you today.

I wanted to show my new friend Fritz around town,

and what it means to live in Alcott Grove.

Well, welcome Fritz.

Thank you.

Grab some spatulas.

Okay. Yeah, sure. Yeah.

I can make a pretty mean flapjack.

Wonderful. Come on.

Hi.

I told you, I make a pretty mean flapjack.

Thanks for volunteering me.

I think you're really going to like this place.

Good job Nora. Keep going, I'll be right back.

I didn't know Hummel House would be one

of the stops on your walkabout.

Yeah, I thought it'd be nice to show Fritz the drop-in center.

I didn't know you'd be here.

Oh yeah, I have a few lessons lined up this afternoon.

Trying to give at least a few hours to the kids every day.

Fritz, meet my sister, Beth.

Jo's very younger sister.

How funny.

Well, it's nice to meet you, Beth.

So what happens here at the Hummel House?

Well, this used to be the parsonage for the

pastor of the Alcott Grove Community Church.

At the pastor's house, you know, a long time ago,

but back in the 70s,

I think, they converted it to an

after school center for the kids in town.

Some are marginalized, some in the system,

some foster kids. But, um, all are welcome.

Welcome home, Jo. Good to have you.

Hey. Ben Kirke, director of the Center.

Ben. Good to meet you.

Fritz Baehr.

What brings you to our little corner of the world, Fritz?

Well, I'm researching a possible travel story on

how small towns celebrate Christmas,

and Jo is helping me fall in love with Alcott Grove.

Well, the March family's been here forever.

They know everything about this town.

Not everything.

So it looks like the Hummel House

has been putting Beth's talents to work.

Oh, she'll never admit it, but she's a rock star.

My assistant moved out of state last month.

I literally wouldn't be able to keep

this place going without her.

Rock star with a heart of gold and

humble all at the same time.

Okay. We're not narrating a documentary here.

If only you could stick around 'til after Christmas.

Your middle school students are lucky to have you.

What will we do without you?

So, Ben, how did you end up director here?

Let me, let me show you around.

So I was a foster kid growing up, so I came here a lot.

After college, I started volunteering,

and the previous director, she offered me the role,

and I can't imagine doing anything else.

Sounds like you do amazing work here, Ben.

She's a natural.

Oh, you should also hear her sing.

She just needs a little help with her confidence.

Huh, reminds me of someone else I know.

Thanks for the tour. This community is amazing.

So you don't need to research any

other small towns for your piece?

No, I think I see everything I need right here.

Alcott Grove is perfect.

Well, I should get some more writing done in the morning,

but there is a few other places that you need to see.

Why don't you come by the house tomorrow around noon,

and we can drive together?

Okay. Yeah. Sounds good.

There you go.

Hey, Jo.

Yeah.

I, uh...

Noon's perfect.

That'll give me the morning to have

a call with my publisher.

Brrrr!

Better put on an ugly sweater, folks,

because I can sense these

clouds want to give us a flurry or two.

Either way, bundle up by that fire and enjoy

an evening with your loved ones

Hey, Jo.

Getting some writing in?

Trying to at least.

You heard anything from John?

He was supposed to arrive today,

but last I heard from him that he was going to be

delayed a couple more days.

Starting to get a little nervous.

Hey, he's going to do everything he can to be here in time.

You sound like Daisy.

That girl sees no possibility other than her daddy

walking straight through that door.

What in the world is that sound?

That's just Laurie.

He volunteered to put up the lights.

At night?

He said he wanted us to experience

the full effect of the lights turning on for the first time.

So tell us everything about your day touring the town

with Mr. Tall, Handsome and Single.

Stop. Okay. He seems like he's actually a decent guy.

Ooh!

What, are you annoyed that we sort of played matchmaker?

Sort of?

What?

Hey girls. Come outside. You'll want to see this.

What are we waiting on Clark Griswold?

Ha, ha. I want us all to be together

when I hit the switch. Okay?

Alright, let's do this. One, two, three!

Really? Okay.

Are you sure you hooked everything up right?

Yeah. I mean, I checked your dad's diagram down to a T.

I double checked it, I triple checked it. Let me see.

Yeah. This looks. Yeah.

I am so proud of you Theodore Laurence.

"Fantastic night?" I sound like my dad.

Hey Susanna.

How's it going Fritz?

You know how I wasn't too thrilled

delaying my Christmas ski trip?

Well, Alcott Grove is starting to grow on me.

I told you it wasn't going to be so bad.

How's Jo doing?

Honestly, I didn't mean for this to happen,

but I've made it a little awkward for myself.

I haven't figured out a way to tell her

who I really am or why I'm here.

Why is that?

Well, back when I was freelancing, I had this editor

that hounded me day and night.

"How's the article coming? Do you have enough sources?

Are you still going to hit the deadline."

You know, stuff like that.

It's stressful, exhausting, and frankly,

it made my writing worse.

So let me get this straight.

You're worried that you're going to mentor

all the creativity right out of her?

Yeah, something like that.

Okay. You can approach this however you see fit,

but I don't see how you can possibly help her if

you're not honestly representing yourself.

Especially with the clock ticking

on her future with this company.

I know. I know.

Jo's been showing me around Alcott Grove,

and it's, uh, well it's inspiring

me to put my travel writer hat back on again.

Okay you need to remember why you're there Fritz.

It's not for you.

It's to help Jo rediscover her inspiration.

Please tell me that you're keeping this

strictly professional.

Absolutely. It's just,

you know, the more I get to know her

I sort of relate to where she's at.

Kindred spirits?

Right.

Writers.

I just don't want to see her get hurt. She's a good person.

Well, of course she is. And the best way that you can

protect her is to make sure she comes up with

that proof of concept.

Do not get distracted from your duties as her editor.

I won't.

Daisy, daddy's calling!

Yay!

Hi, Daddy.

Hi honey.

Hey. Hey, sweethearts.

Hey, it is so good to see your faces.

I miss you, Daddy.

Yeah, well, guess what? I miss you more, baby girl.

Hey, how's it been spending time with your aunties?

Fun.

When are you coming home for Christmas, Daddy?

Well, just as soon as I am able.

Okay?

But Christmas is in six days.

D.J. Bob on the radio said so.

Well, he's not wrong.

Good old D.J. Bob, huh?

Where would the world be without him?

Daisy, why don't you go help set

up the nativity scene?

Okay, Mom.

Bye, Daddy.

Love you, sweet girl.

I love you, too.

So how's the schedule really looking?

Well, with everything going on in the world right now,

they've really pulled up the timeline on these Rangers.

They just want them ready to go

in case any ops become necessary.

And they're supposed to be prioritizing officers

with families for leave,

but I'm not going to sugarcoat it Meg.

It's not looking good for me to be home by Christmas Eve.

Meg? Hey, baby, listen.

Trust me, I would trade anything in the world

to be with you two right now.

I know my captain.

You know, this is the life of service

we're committed to, and I'm so proud of you.

We both are.

Just wish you could be two places at once.

Yeah, me too. Love you, Meg.

I love you more, John.

So, Jo, who is this international

man of mystery I've been hearing about?

His name is Fritz.

Interesting name.

Does that mean you and Landon...?

Oh no. Landon's ancient history.

Well, I think it's great you're seeing someone new.

I'm not seeing anyone. I just met him a couple of days ago.

Well, except that's him here to

pick you up for your date, right?

It's not a date, and... no one say anything.

Don't say anything.

What did I miss?

Hey.

Hi. Uh...

Hi!

Hi? Bye.

Fritz, right? That Swedish?

Um, German. Short for Friedrich.

Ich verstehe.

Two years of German in high school.

My name is Theodore Laurence,

but the world knows me by my childhood nickname, Laurie.

Ah, right Laurie's short for Laurence, right?

You got it.

It's good to meet you, Laurie.

Likewise.

Okay good, introductions complete.

Time to go without further commentary from anyone else.

Okay. Come on.

What was that?

Who?

Sorry about that back at the house.

Sorry about what?

Our own brand of March Madness.

You didn't notice my family members

being overly concerned about my life?

You know, every family has their

little quirks, but I can

definitely see the love you have for each other, too.

You know, ever since Meg got married, she's the oldest,

my sisters and now Laurie seem a little

annoyingly concerned about my love life

as if I'm next in line.

Well, you know, I totally get it.

My mom passed away a few years ago from a heart condition.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

But before she passed,

every time I'd come home from a trip,

she'd tap her watch and say

"Life's too short to go at it alone."

She made me promise to settle down one day.

And I've come close a couple of times.

She also warned me not to settle for the wrong person.

That's good advice.

You know, I can tell the March sisters are very close.

To be honest, makes me kind of envious.

My brother and I aren't that close in age,

so I don't get to see him or my nephews all that often.

Yeah, we are really close. My mom calls us a sister knot.

Sister knot?

Yeah. Like a four stranded rope knotted in the middle.

Two strands are stronger than one.

Three strands are stronger than two

and four strands makes that knot unbreakable.

It comes from the wisdom of King Solomon.

You know I love that, actually.

I hope you put that in your young adult novel.

Oh, the book I'm writing is fiction, not biographical.

Well, if you ever do write that book. I'd love to read it.

Okay.

So I took you to Hummel House,

this is the place that gave birth to it.

The Congregational Church has been around

since the early 1900s.

The founding pastor was a

traveling pastor named Harold Alcott,

passing through town and felt called to stay.

So the town is named after him?

Exactly.

And then one Christmas, during the Spanish flu pandemic,

the people in town were too sick to leave their home,

so Reverend Alcott hitched up his wagon and got food

and supplies and medicine to all their homes

and prayed over all the family members.

Risking his own health.

And on his way back to the church,

he got caught up in some heavy fog.

He didn't have great eyesight.

He started to panic, and

in the distance he saw a faint light,

and it turns out his wife, Ruby, lit candles in all of

the church windows, hoping it would lead him home,

and it did.

A little Christmas miracle.

You know, you have a great memory for details.

Well, I did an essay on it in high school.

But that's why the Christmas Eve service

means so much to us.

You know, the light of faith led him home the same

way it does to all of us each year.

I love that.

I'm definitely including that in my story

if I ever get to write it.

You know, the pastor's invite still stands.

You should come if you're still in town.

You know, I've already made up my mind about that.

I'm staying right here. Promise.

You're catching the Alcott Grove Christmas spirit.

Hey. Whatcha up to sweet heart?

Making a Christmas picture. - Oh.

Well, that is so beautiful, Daisy.

It's a special surprise for Dad.

What are the angel wings for?

They're how he's going to get home.

What's the hug for mommy?

Oh, hugs don't need reasons.

Just so proud of how sweet and thoughtful you are.

Hey.

How did I get so lucky to have a daughter like you?

I don't know, maybe God had something to do with it.

Yeah.

Yeah, I bet he did.

Auntie Beth, Auntie Beth.

Can I play, too?

Of course, Daisy, absolutely.

Take your right hand here in the middle.

Good.

Here, here, here. We hosting a dinner party tonight?

No, but we have an infestation of

four grown adults eating here and we

keep running out of everything.

I'm sorry. I will talk to Beth and Meg,

see if we can help with some of the shopping.

Take some of the stress off.

Sorry for venting.

It's just so much going on. So many decisions to make.

Decisions, like what?

Uh, I don't know why I said that. Forget it.

Is it something to do with Laurie?

Yes and no.

Well, you know, keeping it to yourself is not

how we do things around here.

Goes against the sister rules.

I got into the art school in Chicago.

I haven't told everyone yet, or anyone.

You're the first.

Why keep this a secret? I'm so excited. This is so big.

Okay.

Because what happens with Laurie?

I mean, I mean, we're in such a

good place together, and it's such a big change.

He's not going to want to follow me to Chicago.

Have you asked him yet?

No.

Just be honest with him.

If you two love each other and

it's pretty apparent to all of us that you do,

he is going to be so thrilled. This is such a big win.

Your relationship can survive this if it's the right one,

and it is.

Didn't you and Landon break up

because you were going different directions in life?

No. Well, I mean, yeah, but Laurie's not Landon.

Come on. Give him a chance.

Okay.

I'm so excited. Okay.

Hey, Alcott Grove, get those Christmas candles

out of storage.

Pastor Henderson himself is promising us

the most special midnight service we have ever seen,

and Alcott Grove, I don't know if we're going to

finally get that snow, but I hope to see you there.

Ho ho ho.

Need a hand?

When you said you were getting into the Christmas spirit,

I thought you meant ugly sweater.

Yeah, well, Ben had this costume in storage

and couldn't resist.

Well, what about the beard?

Well, the one in the box is pretty mangy,

but I think if I try

hard enough I could grow mine out in the next few days.

5 o'clock shadow Santa.

We interrupting a moment?

Oh, not at all.

Fritz didn't have any plans, so he offered to help.

That's sweet of you. Both of you.

We're just going to go rehearse for the Christmas Eve service.

Wait, how did you do that?

Call it a hidden talent.

Problem solving, hidden talent, 5:00 shadow, Ken Doll Santa.

Ooh, you know what, that sounds like a new children's book.

You ever feel like you're pretending

to be someone you're not?

What do you mean?

Well, imagine you push for an

assignment and they say yes,

and you get so excited about the

opportunity, and you have all

these great ideas, and then none of them work.

And then suddenly you feel like a complete imposter.

Imposter syndrome.

Jo honestly, I get that on every project I work on.

Really?

Yeah.

But you know what I've learned?

You have to turn off that old memory machine.

You have to remember what you were made to be,

and you have to remind yourself

the joy you feel when

you write something that turns the light on in others.

Don't tell me the moon is shining.

Show me the glint in the broken glass and lift my heart.

Wow.

That's an unbelievably beautiful turn of phrase.

Thank you. That last part may or

may not have been Anton Chekhov.

When I write my kids books,

it's all talking aardvarks and singing

walruses and an elephant that does

sign language with this trunk.

I'm just inspired by the beauty of

growing up with my family.

I mean, sure, there's conflict,

but we always got past it with love and imagination.

Singing walruses, huh?

Who else would defend the

nine narwhals of the North Pole?

Well, yeah. Obviously.

My goal with this new one is to reach older,

more sophisticated readers,

but all I remember about my teenage years

was self-doubt, confusion and heartbreak.

I guess that's why I have to keep starting over.

I can't imagine how hard it must

be changing genres like that.

I can't admit any of this to my publisher.

I think they're starting to lose patience.

Hang in there.

I have confidence you'll figure it out.

Angels we have heard on high,

sweetly singing o'er the plains. And the mountains in--

Nora don't stop.

Keep going. You sound amazing.

I don't know.

When people start listening, I sort of freeze up.

I'm sorry.

I understand.

It's happened to me too, stage fright.

There's no way that I can sing at

the church in front of all those people.

Don't even think about that right now, okay?

You just keep practicing for you, nobody else.

We can decide about Christmas Eve later. Okay?

Okay.

You got this.

Gloria in excelsis deo.

Gloria in excelsis deo.

Thanks for helping today.

Alcott Grove is rubbing off on me.

One of our little towns values.

The rest of the world can learn a little bit from it.

You know, talking with you is

really lifted some clouds for me.

Wish you were around any time I needed a pep talk.

Well, it has been my pleasure.

So where is home when you're not

researching Christmas towns?

New York, actually.

No way.

Me too. What part?

Brooklyn Heights, you?

Williamsburg. Almost neighbors.

Well, you know, maybe we could,

hang out next time we're both back in the city.

Are you asking me out on a date?

No.

Maybe, I mean, isn't

that kind of what we're doing right now?

I guess.

Once I get this story across the finish line,

who knows, maybe check back with me.

Happy to.

I should probably get home.

Right.

I'll see you tomorrow, I hope.

Yeah. See you tomorrow.

You look happy Aunt Jo.

You know what Daisy, I am.

That's good, because you've looked kind of sad lately.

Really?

Yeah, but now your eyes are smiling.

Ready to go ice skating, Daisy?

Yes, please. I'm gonna go get my jacket on.

Does that cheery demeanor

have anything to do with Fritz?

No. Maybe.

Okay, yes.

We might've shared a little moment last night.

Like you kissed?

What are we 13?

Okay, it was just a little peck.

Okay. Details now.

So we started talking about writing,

and this guy is as much of a word nerd as me,

and he just starts opening up to me

and I might've let him into my soul too,

and then it just kind of happened.

I am so happy for you after

what happened with Landon.

I just want you to find someone

who respects you for the incredible person you are.

For all of you.

Well, I'm thrilled that you found that with Laurie.

Although your poker face needs some work.

You didn't tell him the news yet?

Not yet.

Come on Aunt Amy, let's go.

We'll talk later.

Alcott Grove, just three more sleeps

until Christmas Eve, folks.

And all that faith, love, and joy that we cherish,

which is why there's going to be great

music and celebration over at the Congregational Church.

Speaking of music, our very own

Mason Risser is here with his beautiful rendition

of 'O Holy Night.'

* O Holy Night, the stars are brightly shining *

Wow, he's really good.

Yeah. The whole family's amazing. They have such pipes.

So what's W.A.G. Radio's

place in Alcott Grove's story?

Let me guess, long ago, one Christmas Eve,

lightning struck the radio tower and caused

a blackout across the whole Greater Alcott Grove.

My little town's winning you over, isn't it?

It's not the only thing winning me over.

Well, believe it or not, there's

no epic back story to W.A.G.

unless you count D.J.

Bob Brunson tooling into town

in his red Porsche speedster and never leaving.

What about this one?

What do you think, Nora?

We can put it next to the piano.

Hey, you two.

Hey.

Yeah, I think this is the one kids.

Can you take them inside,

let the owner know we want this nutcracker for Hummel House.

Sure thing.

They like to pick new decorations

for the center every Christmas.

Aw.

Ben, what are you going to do when

Beth has to go back to school in January?

I don't even want to think about it.

If she didn't already have a job, I'd hire her on the spot.

Anyway, I got to go pay for this.

It was nice to see you guys.

See you.

Ben has a thing for your sister.

I hope so.

She deserves someone to be her biggest fan.

So I normally don't let my guard down so fast,

but I feel like I can trust you.

I wanted to let you know that your

pep talk really paid off for me last night.

In what way?

Got a burst of inspiration, and

when the sun came up, I had a totally new proof of concept.

You were writing all night?

Mmhmm, got in the zone. It felt amazing.

I can't tell you how relieved I am to hear that.

Relieved?

Like as a fellow writer or what?

Yeah. All of it. You know, I care about you.

I want to see you succeed.

Any chance you'd want to read it

and give me your honest feedback?

I'd be happy to.

She's home.

Three days and counting.

I know, I'm counting with you babe.

Hey, listen, there was some news

this morning when I woke up.

My Christmas leave is being denied again.

John, we miss you so much.

This is just really hard.

I know.

I know. I miss you, too.

I'll make it up to you and Daisy some way somehow.

I know you will.

Look you have to be brave for us,

so we'll be brave for you too.

Bravest woman I know.

Daisy's working on a surprise for you.

She's sweet like her momma is.

Come on, now you're making me cry

with all these guys around.

Me, too.

I've put up a prayer or two on these walls over the years.

Me too. They've all been about Amy.

Thanks for your help, Jo, and helping me shop for her.

Hey, what about something like this?

I like it, but Amy's really

picky about what jewelry she'll wear.

Yeah.

Maybe a scented candle.

Wait is this dill?

We sprinkle this on our turkey sandwiches at work.

Maybe look for something that appeals to her artistic side.

Like what?

You're her boyfriend.

Yeah, but you're her sister and

I'm internationally known for being mediocre at gift giving.

Just keep your eyes open.

Hey you remember greater than,

less than math from elementary school?

Yeah.

Amy's greater than, I'm the other one.

That's not really how math works.

Is too. I mean, she's this talented artist and

I feel like she's above my pay grade.

Laurie does Amy love you?

Think so.

So if you are less than that

means Amy has poor taste,

and how would that be possible if she's such a great artist?

Wait, you're right.

We all know I'm a hopeless romantic.

Thanks, Jo.

Besides, I've been talking to Amy about you,

and I've never heard her gush about any one

the way she does about you.

She adores you,

and she wants a future with you.

A future?

Merry Christmas, Susanna.

Just the person I was hoping to talk to.

Fritz, it's important.

Okay, but I was, I was just about

to ping you with really good news about Jo.

I'm afraid it's too late.

What do you mean it's too late?

The pub board told me to pull the plug.

Wait, I thought she had until the new year?

So did I.

But Jo just handed me a new proof

of concept that she really loves.

Can't you go back to the board for some more time?

Have you read it?

I was just about to.

She asked me to read it and give her my notes.

So you finally told her why you're really there?

No, not exactly, but it's still

working out the way you hoped.

Fritz, I know you've grown fond of her,

but the board wants to start

the new year with a clean slate.

Out with the old deals and in with the new.

She is going to be wrecked.

I'm not at all happy with how this

is shaking out, but it's out of my hands.

Sometimes our business leaves no space for feelings.

Well, for writers who pour their

hearts and souls into their projects,

it is always about feelings, not just business.

I know.

So when are you going to tell her?

I'm going to call her.

She's a pro. She'll bounce back one way or another.

Please, Susanna, this isn't right.

Fritz, I just want to thank you for giving it a try.

I'm just sorry it was to no avail, I truly am.

I guess now you can get started on that ski trip.

From her house by the river, the

Beaver Princess saw the wolverines

approaching and she knew it

wouldn't be long before they collapsed the dam

flooding the Beaver kingdom.

If only there was something she could do,

some way to defend what was rightfully hers,

and then she remembered...

Um, Beth do you mind taking over for a second?

How was the Beaver Princess ever to save

the River kingdom from the wolverines?

Hey, I didn't know you we're stopping by.

What is it?

I, um, I haven't been completely truthful with you.

What do you mean?

Well, I really was a travel writer

back in the day, and I would

really love to do a Christmas piece on Alcott Grove...

But...

But it's not the only reason I'm here.

Okay. What is happening right now?

I work for Orchard House

and I was recently promoted to associate editor there.

So,

Susanna, she sent you here to spy on me?

To babysit me, make sure I'm writing? Is that what this is?

I'm such an idiot.

Jo, there's really more to it.

She assigned me as the editor

to your book project because she wants to see you succeed.

She thought maybe I could help encourage you, you know?

And I wanted to tell you when we first met,

but it never seemed like the right time,

and every day that went by it got harder to say something.

And I don't think Susanna

wanted to do this, but the publishing board

has decided to cancel your contract.

You know, I figured for her, this is

just business, but I never thought

for a second that's who you were.

It's not who I am.

You know, here I thought finally

maybe is a guy who doesn't

have any other agenda other than just falling for me.

That part is true, Jo.

That is the theme of my life lately.

I go out on an emotional limb

and people cut out the branch behind me.

Jo, look, I know how it seems, but you have to believe me.

The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you.

Jo my feelings for you were real,

and I just keep thinking, what if,

what if we had bumped into each other in the city

and this had all happened naturally?

The more time I've spent with you,

the more I wished that this was

real and not some work thing.

I don't know what is real anymore.

I shouldn't have deceived you, Jo.

I am so, so sorry.

Wow.

From young adult to apocalyptic fiction in five minutes.

I let you into my heart

and I trusted you with it.

Seems like all you really cared about was my writing sample,

so I guess that's where the story ends.

Christmas Eve is finally here

Alcott Grove and from W.A.G. Radio,

which is basically yours truly, we wish you a blessed

Christmas with all the people that love you.

I think she's still here.

Yeah.

Jo, you've been moping on the couch the last two days.

Fritz went back to New York.

Don't let him keep you down.

It's Christmas Eve, and you're skulking.

Sulking.

One "k," not two.

Okay, Merriam-Webster. Not the point.

Jo, we hate seeing you like this.

If God wanted you to go through this alone,

he wouldn't have given you a sister knot.

I just feel so ashamed.

I lead with my heart and these guys stomp on it.

What do you mean these guys?

First Landon and now Fritz.

Well, wait. I thought you were the

one who broke things off with Landon.

I haven't been completely honest with you guys.

I was just too embarrassed.

One night he asked me to dinner to

tell me something important,

and I literally thought he was going to propose,

and instead he tells me that he's fallen for

someone who's a better match for him.

Sis, I'm so sorry.

I knew I never liked that guy.

He always acted so self-important.

It's not about him or Fritz, it's about me.

I just keep telling myself I'm not

going to get hurt like that again,

and... Am I broken?

You're not broken, Jo.

You are the strongest person I know with the warmest heart.

Don't blame yourself for what happened with Fritz.

We pushed you into that, remember?

We totally did.

You were guarding your heart, and

we told you to stop playing it safe.

We had no idea you were still hurting.

Clearly, you're a better judge of character than we are.

Thank you.

It's going to hurt a little while,

but thank you girls for being there for me.

What about your book project?

I guess I'm going to have to look

for a new publishing house.

Hey Alexandra's Adventures will go on,

and so will Jo March's.

I owe you guys an apology.

For what?

Just been so worried about John making it home that

I failed my oldest sister duties.

No, listen, I can tell all three

of you have been going through some stuff and

just forgive me for not paying attention like I should have.

It's Christmas, okay, so

my heart is open for business if any of you need it.

Mine too.

Same.

Alcott Grove, here is Rodney Eldridge

with his very own new original.

* All my favorite people gathered around the table. *

* There's a cozy fire and twinkling lights. *

* God, I love this time of year. *

* Sisters in the kitchen.

* Those cookies smell delicious. *

* Filling up on love and cheer. *

* All we really need's right here. *

* In a hometown Christmas.

* A hometown Christmas

* Red and evergreen, oh caroling. *

* It's a festive scene.

* I'm glad to be in a hometown Christmas *

* A hometown Christmas.

Thanks for my doll, Aunt Amy.

You're welcome Daisy and Laurie pitched in too.

I'm happy that Santa's not the

only one who gives presents.

This one's for you, Aunt Beth.

Thank you.

We had it engraved with your name

and the date you started teaching

at the middle school.

We know you can't wait to get back to conducting your choir.

Wait. What's wrong, Beth?

I'm, uh,

I'm not a music teacher anymore.

I got laid off a few months ago.

Oh no, Beth.

It's the real reason I came back home,

and I've been volunteering at Hummel House.

I just, I was afraid to tell you all.

I read about those budget cuts at the school district.

That was you too?

All the arts teachers yeah.

It was my dream job,

and now it's gone.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

Beth, God has given you a

wonderful gift of music for a reason.

He's not done with you.

Dad's always told us that

who we are isn't what we do for work,

but what we do for other people.

And you are the epitome

of kindness and compassion,

and nothing will ever change that.

And believe it or not, I kind of guessed what happened.

You did?

Yeah, but we wanted to get you the baton anyway.

I mean, it's only a matter of time

before you're back helping

students find and bless the world

with their musical gifts.

And nothing can keep you from

what you were born to do.

Thank you Amy. Thank you, all of you.

Speaking of secrets, um,

Daisy, can you bring that gift to Amy?

What did you do Laurie?

Jo encouraged me.

We were out shopping to be bold,

so I decided to go big or go home.

I could have gotten you a candle or

an organic cotton blouse from locally sourced materials, but

I love you, Amy Curtis March

and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Please marry me.

Laurie.

Yes.

But...

There's a but?

I don't know what to do.

I got accepted

into the Academy of Art in Chicago

on a full scholarship,

and I'm enrolled for the spring semester.

I'm supposed to start next month.

That's amazing. Amy, I mean, this is your dream.

I'm so proud of you.

But it's not amazing.

I mean, what are we supposed to do?

There were so many times I wanted

to tell you, but I thought

you would break up with me because

this is your home, and

now you've asked me to marry you,

and it's a total mess.

Amy, I love you.

My home is wherever you go.

I'll go anywhere with you.

You will?

I love Chicago.

Hot dogs, deep dish pizza, Da Bears.

Listen, going to this school was your dream.

Let's go and get your dream together. Okay?

Laurie, I love you so much.

I knew you would come.

John.

Hey.

John.

Hey.

I don't understand.

Me neither.

Christmas miracle, I suppose?

I just kept asking upstairs.

You know, next thing you knew,

I had a free seat on a C-130.

Didn't even have time to call you.

Surprise.

This is amazing.

Hi, everybody.

Welcome home.

Daddy, I got a present for you.

What?

I love presents.

Especially when they're from you.

Let's see it. Okay.

Knowing you this is a wonderful piece of artwork.

Is that me?

Yes.

I have wings?

Told you he would get home with the wings mommy.

Wow. Thank you. Wow, I love it.

Hey, there's another gift.

It's from Grandma and Grandpa to the March sisters.

Jo, you want to do the honors?

Precious daughters.

We pray your first Christmas Eve

without us is a night of miracles for all of you.

Well you can say that again.

Your dad and I wanted to do

something special for you.

The Bible says that a cord of

three strands is not easily broken.

That's the bond that you sisters

have always had, and we pray you always will.

Wear these sister knot necklaces with pride,

and remember that no matter where you are in the world,

you will always be the March sisters.

Nothing can ever divide family.

Merry Christmas. Love, Mom and Dad.

Uh, hey, everyone.

Sorry to ruin this tender family moment,

but are we heading to church?

For unto us a child is born,

a son is given, and

the government shall be upon his shoulders

and his name shall be called a wonderful counselor,

the mighty God, the Prince of Peace,

the everlasting Father.

Friends. I don't know what you're facing tonight,

I don't know what you're going through,

but what I can tell you is that you will find the answer

in God's miracle of Christmas.

You see, the Christmas story is a story of love,

and that love sets us free.

That love gets us through some of the toughest times

and that love brings us home.

That's why we're here tonight,

on this Christmas Eve, to celebrate that love.

Now would y'all give a nice Alcott Grove

welcome to someone that's near and dear to my heart.

I'm talking about my mama.

Bertie Henderson is here, and

she's come to sing a very special

song we're going to sing together.

Would y'all make her feel welcome. Come on, momma.

I'm so glad you're here.

* There's a joy at Christmas

* and the world awaits.

* That joy of Christmas, that joy of faith. *

* To all who may wander

* under lights by the tree.

* That joy of Christmas is for you and for me. *

* Let there be joy to all on this blessed day. *

* Let there be joy.

* I pray it comes your way.

* Sing joy.

* Sing about it.

* Here comes Santa Claus.

* Oh Joy. Right down Santa Claus Lane. *

* Joy. There's a joy at Christmas. *

* There's a joy for all,

* every girl and boy.

* Ringing the holiday,

* and remember what we said.

* There is a joy at Christmas. What a special day. *

* Joy to the world.

* Joy it brings. Joy to the world. *

* Joy at Christmas. And the world awaits. *

* There's a joy at Christmas and that's our faith. *

* Joy

* Thank you for your Joy

* Thank you for your Joy

* Joy.

* Joy to the world.

* The Lord has come.

* Lord. All is right.

* All is calm.

He's here, you know?

* Thank you for your joy.

* Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. *

Make some noise for my mama.

Now, we cannot close out our Christmas Eve service

without having our a special candlelight ceremony.

And coming to lead us in Silent Night

is our very own Beth March

and our high schooler Nora Bond,

from our own Hummel House after school center.

I don't think I can do this.

Yes, you can, Nora.

God gave you a beautiful voice.

Now, trust him to give you the confidence.

If you will take that candle in front of you,

we'll light up this place like

Reverend Alcott's wife did for her husband

on that Christmas Eve night 100 years ago.

Girls.

Nora

Just close your eyes and worship.

* Silent night, holy night.

* All is calm, all is bright.

* Round yon virgin mother and child. *

* Holy infant so tender and mild. *

* Sleep in heavenly peace.

* Sleep in heavenly peace.

Beth, I'm so proud of you and Nora

that it was the most meaningful candlelight service ever.

Thanks sis.

Hey. Was I hallucinating

or did I see you know who in the crowd?

You did.

And what did he want?

I'm sorry to interrupt,

um, Beth could I have a minute of your time?

I'm going to go get some hot cider.

Is everything okay?

I'm hoping it will be.

I keep having this thought and

watching you up there with Nora,

encouraging her to face her fears,

I knew I had to talk to you.

Beth this is going to sound totally crazy,

it may and I'm sorry if I'm overstepping because

I know you already have a job,

but would you consider coming

to work with me at Hummel House as music director?

Yes.

Yes?

Absolutely. Yes.

Your timing is perfect. You have no idea. Thank you.

Hey, Jo.

At least you kept one promise.

One promise?

To make it to the candlelight service.

Just in the nick of time.

I'm glad you still want to write a piece on this town.

At least that was real.

I deserve that.

Jo there was a lot more real than just that.

I should have told you why I was

here from the very first moment I met you.

You introduced me to your family, to your town,

you opened your life to me.

More importantly, you opened your heart to me,

and I'm so sorry I wasn't fully honest with you.

Thank you for saying that.

It made me sad that you couldn't be honest with me.

You were afraid I would reject you?

I know that you were under

pressure from Susanna just like I was.

But it's no excuse for breaking your trust.

Isn't you being here going to mess

things up at Orchard House?

Yeah, yeah it could have.

While I was flying back to New York, I had an idea.

I talked to Susanna and I convinced her

to read your new proof of concept.

She loved it as much as I do.

She loved it?

And we both agree you are on to something incredible.

So I told her she owed it to you

to go back to the board one more

time and fight for you,

and if they resisted then I'd quit.

She threatened to quit, too,

and they folded like a cheap tent.

I don't know what to say.

You did all that for me?

Thank you.

Don't thank me. It was your pages that did it.

That night in the car, when you

told me about your all night writing sessions,

I could see it in you,

in your smile,

in the joy in your eyes.

I remember when I told you about

that unbreakable bond I have with my sisters.

Yeah?

There's something you said about

writing the story that I know,

and after knocking my head against

a wall trying to think of a good idea,

you helped me realize that

maybe that story's been here all along.

Four sisters growing up in a small town

falling in love,

having their hearts broken,

discovering who they are,

learning to lean on each other

when life just feels like it's too much to handle.

Well, I hope Orchard House is prepared.

Prepare for what?

Their next best seller,

assuming I do my job as your editor.

But beyond the book, Jo, I just,

I hope you know how sorry I am for everything that happened.

Let's get a hot chocolate.

You know, my folks always taught

me that eventually everyone needs do-overs.

Everyone deserves grace from time to time,

and as hard as it is, giving that grace

is just a better way for me to live.

That's been the heart of my kids books.

Life's too short to hang on to grudges.

So I absolve you of your mess up Friedrich Baehr.

So you forgive me?

I do.

I didn't expect that or deserve it, but thank you.

And no need to rehash everything.

I'm okay if we go our separate ways

and hold on at least to a few of the nice memories.

I don't want to go my separate way.

I don't know what to say to that.

All the scenarios in my head, that really wasn't one of them.

Jo, you live your life with an open heart

and it is, amongst so many other things,

the best part about you

and the rest of us are blessed because of it.

But only if we're smart enough to hold onto it.

What are you saying?

Well, folks, it looks like we've finally got

that snow we've all been waiting for.

That's another Christmas Eve in the books.

God bless you, everybody, and from W.A.G. Radio,

Merry Christmas Alcott Grove.

* Everybody's waited the whole year long, *

* counting down those days until Christmas comes. *

* Chill is on the breeze, and the family's all in town. *

* The lights are on the trees, and it won't be too long now. *

Please tell me there's more cinnamon rolls.

There's another ten in the oven.

Hey, anyone seen Jo this morning?

She was writing when I went to sleep,

and writing when I woke up.

Hey Daisy look.

* Let's make a memory, you'll cherish through the years *

* This is the most wonderful time, *

* and that time is finally here *

* Feels like joy to the world

* Feels like snow in the air

* Feels like choirs singing, church bells ringing, *

* hope is everywhere