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# The glow of a season

# Is reeling me in

# The spell that I'm under... #

KATHERINE: Welcome, listeners. This is "Love In The Air".

Christmas is just around the corner. And we are celebrating love.

But before we get started,

I'd like to thank our sponsor for today's episode.

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with their new scent Pine Christmas Tree.

Every scent will get you into the Christmas spirit.

Now, today we have a very special guest.

Our favourite romance novelist, Dagger Philips.

Hello, hola. Konnichiwa.

Honoured to be here.

Dagger is known for his bestselling romance novels.

A very talented writer and now, award winner?

Oh, yes. I was honoured to be this year's recipient

of the Golden Bookshelf award

at the Page Turners of Today's luncheon.

That is incredible. You have written five bestselling books.

How do you do it?

Oh, you know, I wish I had some kind of secret formula to give you,

but I just work so hard.

(MAN LAUGHING)

Come on.

OK.

Sorry.

It looks like we have a visitor. (MOUTHS) Thank you.

(CONDESCENDING CHUCKLE) Yes.

Mm.

(HE SIGHS)I just have to say that is a beautiful necklace.

Oh. Thank you. It's tribal.

Which tribe?

The tribe of humanity. Of mankind.

I got it at a gift shop in LAX.

For our listeners,

Dagger is wearing a beautiful necklace that says "Believe".

Believe is symbolic for believing in something such as oneself.

Talent and depth.

You know, some say that airports are the crossroads of the world.

I couldn't agree more.

This is my editor at large and in charge, Isabell Wattson.

Join us. Sit.

Oh. (CHUCKLES) Me?

That's your new official title, by the way.

Isabell, you clearly have a lot of work cut out for you.

Editing for Mr Dagger Phillips,

who keeps churning out novel after novel.

You're quite prolific.

Oh, I prefer the term visionary.

You see, I visualise the stories before they're written.

And... the book?

Mm. Yes. The book.

My book, "Love On The Rocks" comes out next week.

And just in time for the holidays.

It's a perfect gift for the avid reader on your list.

Audiences love Dagger's books.

And Dagger loves his audience. (CHUCKLES)

Love being a major theme in "Love On The Rocks".

The book. Ah. Yes.

(LAUGHING)

Now, tell me about the romance. Oh!

A woman who runs a lighthouse falls for a dashing wildlife photographer.

Slide in a little, "will they, won't they,"

sprinkle some of that Dagger magic and boom!

You got your next year's bestseller.

Here's an advanced copy from us.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, oh.

Now, I hear you're already finishing up the next book.

Oh. You heard? Yes.

My mind's already on to the next one.

That's just how I operate. You can't quench genius, huh? (CHUCKLES)

Tell us about the inspiration for this one.

Uh, it's uh...Well- (HE CUTS HER OFF)

You're just going to have to read it for yourself.

Once I finish it, of course,

I send it off to the publishers on December 24th.

It's almost done. Just needs an ending.

Even though I'm loathed when a good thing comes to an end.

Can we expect more of the... Dagger Philip's brand of romance

that we all know and love?

(LAUGHS) My vision is for my books to not only fill your bookshelves,

but your hearts.

That is beautiful.Hm.

Thank you so much for your time, Dagger.

His book,

"Love On The Rocks" comes out next week just in time for the holidays.

This is Katherine signing off.

I thought that went really well.

I handled most of the questions this time.

(SHE GASPS)

(SHE CHUCKLES)

Thank you so much.

I am a huge fan, and I cannot wait to read your book.

Oh. Of course.

Take your time, OK? I hope you come again.

Thank you.Bye.

(FESTIVE MUSIC)(HE SIGHS)

Dagger. You didn't tell me that the deadline was Christmas Eve.

That's in like, nine days.

I wanted to have everything sent off before I went to my spiritual

retreat in the Himalayas.

That's a ridiculous deadline.

I still have to write the entire ending.

It'll come to you. It always does.

I believe.

Christmas Eve?

I mean, who puts a deadline on Christmas Eve anyway?

OK, don't stress. Trace these lines.

Besides, Isabell Wattson is too blessed to be stressed. Hmm?

Breathe.

(BOTH INHALE, EXHALE)

I am just having a hard time feeling inspired on this one.

What the superior man seeks is in himself.

What the small man seeks is another's.

Do you know who said that?

Who?

It was Confucius.Ah.

Now, start writing.

As always, I trust you.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(SHE SIGHS)

Oh, honey.

When you were a kid and you were this upset, this is what we did.

Christmas time. Sugar cookies.

The snowmen and chocolate chip buttons.

Mom. Chocolate chip buttons are not going to help me finish this book.

Well, even in the summer, they would cheer you up.

So get cracking.

Maybe go a little easier on the eggs.(SHE SIGHS)

Why is this book so much more stressful?

I just have a major case of writer's block.

That's unusual for you.I know.

I guess I'm just not loving this story.

But it's my job.

And then Dagger goes and tells the publisher that he'll have

"his manuscript" in by the 24th.

But it's the holidays.I know.

Illustrating for children's books was my dream.

And you were my inspiration.

And writing is your dream, and you're doing it.

Mom, I am a ghost writer.

No one even knows I write those books.

You have written five bestselling books. Five.

Even if they have Dagger's name on them, you still wrote them?

Yeah. Thanks, Mom.

Bells.

Why don't you say no to Dagger's deadline this time?

Write what truly inspires you.

(SCOFFS) Because I would lose my job.

Also, I have no name in this industry.

I have to put in the work.

Then one day I will have a novel with my name on it.

I just need some... inspiration.

Wouldn't it be nice if there was someplace quiet you could write?

Yes.

Someplace snowy and peaceful.

Maybe with a cozy fireplace and no one to call you with demands.

Yes. Obviously.

You could go to Spirit Station.

It's beautiful at Christmas,

and it's the perfect place for you to focus.

I haven't thought of Spirit Station in years.

You might be able to stay in the cabin

while Uncle Sterling is on his annual Christmas cruise.

He always had a thing for open water.

Yeah, and tropical fruit smoothies.

Those were Pina Coladas. (LAUGHS)

(SHE CHUCKLES)(LAUGHING)

Yeah. That actually makes a lot of sense.

I'll give him a jingle and see if you can go hibernate there.

OK, so I will go and finish up the book

then be back here to celebrate Christmas with you.

Sounds like a plan.

When you get there, you have to take the train.

Mom, I was a kid.

The cutest kid. And so creative.

We haven't been back there since your grandpa passed.

I don't know what it's going to be like without Grandpa Maury there.

He was so special.

Yeah, Mom. He really was.

Wait. The cookies.

Turns out I didn't need the cookies this time.

All I needed was (CLICKS) you.

Wait right here.

(SHE SIGHS)

Take this. You'll need it.

Mom, I cannot take your favourite Christmas scarf.

Let me know when you get settled.

Love you.

Love you.

(FESTIVE MUSIC)

Why is this GPS not working?

Come on!

(TRAIN HORN SOUND)

Definitely already awake.

OK.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(THUD) (SHE GASPS)

No, no, no, no, no, no! MAN: Oh, no!

Oh no, no, no, no!

Who put that fence there? (SHE SIGHS)

Oh, yeah. That was me.

(CHUCKLES) Don't worry about me. I'm totally fine.

Just been driving all night, and I'm totally exhausted.

I thought this was the road to my grandfather's property.

But I have no service on the GPS, so I'm totally lost.

And I'm just trying to turn around, and-

No, no. You're OK. You're OK, you're OK.

Um, the car, though. The car. It's not OK.

What?Yeah, I don't know.

I don't know how you're going to make it all the way with that...

..that scratch right there.

You know, you look more like a ranch hand than a mechanic, so.

You're right. I'm a cop.

Young lady, that was some reckless driving.

You mind showing your license and registration?

(HE CHUCKLES) Ha(!)

Oh, you got me. I really probably should be going.

My uncle lives in a cabin somewhere near here.

Do you happen to know the area?

Yes. If you get back in your car. OK. Be safe.

Drive off that way. You're gonna turn right at the wagon.

Follow the tree line.

You'll see a cabin.Great.

Thank you.You're welcome.

Sorry about your fence.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Wow.

Oh, good. She's here.

Bells. You found me.

Uncle Sterling. Hi!

I'll come down and help you with your luggage.Great!

Wow, it looks amazing in here. (HE CHUCKLES)

Well, everybody knows that I love Christmas.

And I was going to be gone and the house was going to be empty,

so I really didn't decorate that much.

(LAUGHING)

Well, you look like you're all ready for your Christmas cruise.

Oh! Anchors away. It's on! (SHE LAUGHS)

Wow. I really haven't been here in so long.

Hey, bear.

Long time no see.

You know, I used to rent this place out whenever I'd go on a cruise,

but... tourism has really slowed down without the festival.

Grandpa Maury's festival?

Man, I really wish the town would have kept it going for him.

Yeah, he was the reason for the season.

And I'm sorry.

I'm just not going to be here to enjoy the cabin with you, Bells.

It's OK. I have such great memories here.

Hey...

Thirsty? I can make us some fruit smoothies.

Ha. "Fruit smoothies"?

Well, it is five o'clock in the Caribbean.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

No, thanks. I'm good.

Alright.

But I am going to leave you officially in charge

of the chocolate Christmas countdown while I'm away.

I love these things.

Well, I haven't opened today's yet. If you'd care to do the honours.

Let me give you a quick lay of the land,

even though not much has changed.

Over here we have the fireplace, and it takes firewood.

(LAUGHING)

Oh.

And here we have the home library, featuring a special selection

of bestsellers that my brilliant niece wrote, uh, edited.

(LAUGHING)

These really should have your name splashed across the cover.

So are you and this knifey guy kind of a thing?

Dagger?

No, he is just a very controlling boss who requires

a lot of my attention.

Mm-hmm. Attention that you be putting towards your own book?

Look, no one is interested in reading a book by me.

Everyone loves Dagger.

Even if I am technically Dagger. (CHUCKLES)

I just- I just need to finish this book.

(SHE SIGHS)

I hear you, Bells.

The good news is, your only neighbour is that cabin over yonder.

Otherwise, you're in total isolation.

Just you and your laptop.

(CHUCKLES) Well, that is exactly what I need.

And you remember the path that cuts through the ranch

and takes you right into town? Yeah.

I think I'll probably be sticking around here for the most part.

Well, there's no cell service or internet, but, you know,

if you wander around outside, you'll probably get lucky and find a bar.

Hey, being off grid is perfect for getting some writing done.

And last but not least, if you need hot water, throw the heat switch.

Always keep the faucets dripping and chisel the icebox and batten

down the hatches if it's windy and, defrost the froster if it's frosty.

Defrost the froster. Got it.

Ha! And if anything should break down or wig out,

just call the number on the fridge. Use the landline.

OK. I think I should be able to figure it out.

(LAUGHS) You've got this, Bells,

and if you do go into town,

you'll probably run into Gloria there at the gift shop.

Oh, I remember Gloria. How is she?

Oh, she's doing great. She knows everybody and everything.

(LAUGHING)

And she will remember you because you are such a memorable kiddo.

Thanks for letting me stay here, Uncle Sterling.

You just make yourself at home, little Bells.

I can't think of anybody I would rather

have take care of this place while I'm gone.

I'm going to miss you, kiddo.

I'll miss you too, Uncle Sterling.

(BIRDSONG)

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(SHE SIGHS)

OK.

How do I end this?

Write something.

Anything.

(SHE SIGHS, CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES) Got any ideas?

I will give you full credit.

Nothing. Me neither.

Coffee.

I need... coffee.

(FESTIVE MUSIC)

(DOOR OPENS) Good morning.

Hey.Cute scarf.Thanks.

What can I get for you?

I'm going to need the largest, strongest,

most caffeinated beverage that you can legally sell me.

I've got you. Quadruple espresso shot straight. Coming right up.

Perfect.

Can I get one of these blueberry muffins, too? They look delicious.

Espresso up.

Oh, that was so fast. Thanks, sis.

Oh, sorry.

Fence girl.

Fence girl?Yeah.Catchy.

No, no, no, you take this one.

Coco's happy to make me another one, aren't you, Coco?

Do I look like I need it?

No, no, no, I just I know you were up early,

and I was also up early,

and, I ordered it to let you both- (COCO CLEARS THROAT)

We both ordered it- Really?

Oh, yeah. I was fixing a fence post when I got your call,

and didn't have time to change. Sorry.

OK, so I went to go put the blueberry muffins into the case,

and then the hinge, just like, fell off.

I guess I don't know my own strength.

I mean, pastry emergencies are top priority,

but... I don't think blueberry is worth me racing back over there for.

(GASPS) Blueberry is the best. Says who?

Says me and all of my loyal customers.

Who make decisions solely based on not having any other options.

Blueberry is a top seller. My brother has no taste buds.

It's a genetic thing.

Mmm.

Hey, can you- can you help us decide this?

Me?Yeah. Yeah. You're a total stranger

and therefore an impartial judge on what is the best flavour of muffins.

It's either cinnamon or blueberry.

Easy. It's blueberry.

And cinnamon is barely a muffin flavour.

It's more like a cake flavour or a babka.

If you're Eastern European.

See? I told you. Where'd you find this one?

She's so smart, and she has great taste.

Muffin preference tells me everything

I need to know about a person.

So let me guess. You are a, hmm, journalist?

I'm a writer.

Slash editor, a ghostwriter.

I do romance, mostly.

(GASPS) I love romance novels. What have you written?

Anything I would know?

I mean, I'm really more of an editor slash writer. Um...

I Lava You More?

Stop it!

Love is tested by a volcanic eruption

when two souls run for their lives. (SHE CHUCKLES)

Will they survive the heat or be consumed by it?

Take me away.

In The Nick Of Time?

Two lonely next door neighbours, Nick and Nicole,

are avid gardeners who weather a snowstorm.

And when seeds blow over their fence,

they learn that time grows better together.

Melt me. Oh, I can't wait for the next book.

I already preordered it when I saw the press release.

Wait.

That must mean you know Dagger Philips.

He writes all those books.Does he?

Yeah. I know him.

Mm-hmm. Interesting. He is cute.

Oh, no, we are definitely not-

Stop! It's on the house. From a true fan.

I'm Coco, by the way.

Oh, thanks Coco. I'm Isabell.

I love small towns.Oh, yeah.

We're not like those big city folks.

None of that, "Hurry up traffic!" (MIMICS HORN) Road rage!

That is a spot-on impression. Thank you.

This woman is famous.Huh.

We don't get many celebrities around here.

I've never been called the C-word before. Or the F-word.

Celebrity. Famous.

Mmm. This is delicious. Thank you.

So you're famous, huh? (PHONE CHIMES)

Sorry, I didn't recognise you.

I don't really pay much attention to pop culture, social media...

Are you like an influencer or something?

No. Definitely not an influencer.

I'm a writer or ghostwriter.

Writer? That's cool.

(PHONE CHIMES)

Sorry about my brother. He knows how to read. I promise.

He's literate. He just doesn't love it like we do.

He's always in fix-it mode.

Oh, well, I'm sure he has his hands full.

Oh, sorry. I'm so snoozy. I've been baking since sunrise.

I happen to love baking.Me too.

I guess that's obvious, since I own a bakery.

Wait, you own this place? That is so cool.

Thank you.

Well, you are welcome to write here for as long as you like.

We have plenty of coffee and muffins.

(PHONE CHIMES) (SHE CHUCKLES)

(PHONE SQUEAKS)

(PHONE CHIMES)

DAGGER: 'Hey, Isabell.

So I'm at this junket, and they're-

Well, they're asking me questions about the book. Help?'

(CALM MUSIC)

Hi, Gloria? You might not remember me.

Bells! (BOTH LAUGH)

Sterling told me you would pop by. Look at you. All grown up.

I adore your uncle.

He's one of the last ties to what Spirit Station used to be.

You are, too.What about the train?

I haven't heard that iconic choo-choo!

The train hasn't run in years.What?

I mean, I get the festival fizzling out after Grandpa Maury passed,

but the train, too?

Who knows when the train will be up and running again, if at all.

That is so sad.

I mean, the Christmas Spirit Train would run nonstop

during the holidays. I looked forward to that all year.

Without the festival, we had no one to look after it,

and the old cold sleigh lost his spark.

Can't anyone fix it?

Many have tried. All have failed.

OK.

(LINE RINGING)

'Finally! Isabell!'

My lifeline!

I only just left. What's up?

I'm- I'm at this press thing, and,

some hacks from Lighthouse Magazine are asking me impossible questions.

So I squeezed out the bathroom window and left.

'I'm hiding in an alleyway.'

Where have you been?

Out with the simpletons? (CHUCKLES) I've called multiple times.

I sent you a text.

Look, just go back in there.

Say, "No comment." Sign some books and smile.

Wait. No, no, no, no, no, no. Where are you?

I need your help. (LINE DISCONNECTS)

Isabell?Dagger?

Heh.

(HE GRUNTS)

No comment.

No comment.

That's it. That's it.

(POP SONG PLAYING)

# Snow is falling like fairy dust

# Says December room for us

# It's beautiful night if there ever was

# For makin' some magic

# Candy canes on the evergreens

# I suppose in the winter breeze...

(SHOWER RUNNING)

# Everything a heart could need

# For makin' some magic

(BELLS SIGHS)

# Baby you and me

# We're makin' some magic... (NUMBERS BEEPING)

Oh! Gosh, it's midnight.

Ugh.

# We're makin' some magic

# Yeah

# Made a list, gonna check it twice

# It came true when I didn't realise

# Not even Santa would be a surprised... #

You didn't drive here, did you?

(SHE CHUCKLES)

How many fences you take out on the way?

(SHE LAUGHS)

Very funny.

I didn't think anyone else would be around here.

Neither did I.

Well, I'm just looking around. I won't be in your way.

Oh, no worries. I'm just trying to finish up on some repairs.

There's always something with this thing.Oh.

Absolutely stunning.

Oh, um, thank you.

Oh. (STAMMERS) Pfft. Yeah.

It's... a gorgeous piece of machinery.

Yeah. It is.

I just get the feeling that she wants to be up and running again.

Well, I do know what it feels like to be stuck, so.

I'm Dane, by the way.

Isabell.Isabell. Isabell.

Was Maury your grandfather? Yes. How did you...

Oh, Maury's a legend around here. Yeah.

We haven't had the Spirit Station Festival ever since he passed.

I know, and it was such a fun festival, too.

I mean, I would look forward to that every year when I was little.

Whoa, whoa. Belly Bells?

No. Yes, yes. You're Belly Bells, right?

That wasn't. It's not- No, no, no. Yes I know.

That is you. Then you would do the dance!

Listen, uh, uh...

# Christmas, choo-choo

# You don't switch Spirit Station,

# It choo-chooses you! # OK, well, let's stop. Let's stop.

(LAUGHING) No.It's not me.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Yeah. I didn't-

I didn't recognise you right away.

You're... so much... taller.

Than when I was 10? Yeah. Thank goodness.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

So it's Isabell now?

Yeah. Belly Bells is just for the family.

Well, I thought it was cute.

Oh. Do you want some help?

Yeah, yeah.This one?Careful.

Thank you.OK.

Oh, how's the writing going?

About as fast as this train. (HE LAUGHS)

Oh.Yeah. Take that one.

So what is a ghost writer anyways?

Oh, well, it basically just means that I write the books,

and Dagger Phillips puts his name on them.

Wait a second, I don't understand.

So you write the book, you do all the work, but he gets the credit?

Basically, yeah.

Why?

That's just the way the literary world works.

Well, I don't understand the literary world,

but I do know if you do the work, you should get the credit.

(SHE CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)

You like cocoa?

Yeah. She's great. A really talented baker.

Oh, no. (LAUGHS) Yes, she's fine. I meant the drink.

(LAUGHS) Oh, I mean, that's a ridiculous question.

What kind of monster doesn't like hot chocolate?

The same kind of monster who chooses blueberry over cinnamon.

Huh.

(LAUGHING) Let's go.

Wow, this looks incredible. And it smells amazing.

Yeah, it's been kind of slow today.

So this is what happens when I have extra time on my hands and flour.

Two hot chocolates, please, sis.

And guess who this little lady is related to?

Oh, if you say the cake boss, I will faint right here and now.

No. She's the Spirit Conductor's granddaughter.

Oh, Dane used to love that when he was a kid.

Aw. (GIGGLES)

I'm actually staying in his cabin now.

My Uncle Sterling lives there. Sterling is your uncle.

Our parents just went on a cruise with him.

Oh.Yes. They came back in head to toe, matching tropical outfits.

And major sunburns.Yeah. (BELL LAUGHS)

Our ranch is right next to your cabin.

Wait, that's your property?

I mean, I live there now,

but our parents were neighbours with Sterling for years.(SHE CHUCKLES)

(PHONE RINGING)

So, where are they now?

Oh, those snowbirds got the first flight to Florida.

Got to be near the ports.

Cruise ship converts, courtesy of your Uncle Sterling.

(RINGTONE CHIRPING)

Hey, Gloria.

Yes, I do have my tools in the truck.

I'll be over in a jiffy.

(SIGHS) Loose floorboard in the gift shop.

Jiffy. Haven't heard that in a while.

Really? I love jiffy. (SHE CHUCKLES)

Feel free to use that in your next love novel.

Oh, thank you. I'll catch you ladies later.

Oh, give this to Gloria for me. It's her favourite - blueberry.

And you should take one, too.

I made a ton of extra, and I know you love them, so.

Here.Thanks.

(PHONE CHIMES)

DAGGER: 'What's my email password?'

(PHONE CHIMES)

'Isabell, I haven't heard from you.

Hope that's because you're in the flow of writing.'

Ugh!

(AWKWARD CHUCKLE)

Thanks.

(PLAYFUL MUSIC)

(KNOCKING)

Hi.Hi.

Sorry to interrupt your writing,

but, I figured you didn't have time to cook, so.

Oh, that's so sweet. I'm sorry. What time is it?

It's about 3:00 PM. How's everything going in the cabin?

It's-It's fine. I just, I don't have any hot water,

but, maybe a cold shower will shock some inspiration into me.

(POLITE CHUCKLE)

Do you ever get a day off?

Oh, well, I might have all the days off soon.

What do you mean?

We don't have enough customers or a steady flow of tourists,

since the train stopped running and we've tried everything.

I'm so sorry.

What can I do besides make delicious coffee and pastries?

Just might not be enough.

Sorry to be a downer.

I know you have enough on your plate,

so I'll let you get back to writing. I'll see you later.

(SHE CHUCKLES)

(FESTIVE MUSIC)

(CLATTERING, HAMMERING)

Huh.

You know that, normal people do knock on the door, right?

You know, I figured this is a more effective wake up call and,

well, you'd forgive me once you had hot water.

Mm.

(SHIVERS) Oh, yeah.

Doing the dance? (SHE CHUCKLES)

# Christmas choo-choo... #

No, no, no, no! Morning, Bell.

(SHIVERING)

OK.

Excuse me, can I... Oh, yeah. Please, uh, come in.

OK. Yeah. Coco told me you didn't have any hot water.

You should have called me. I'd have told you to flip the-

Yeah, I- I tried calling the number on the fridge

that Uncle Sterling left, but it was late, so no one answered.

And he told me a lot of things that I was supposed to do,

and I kind of forgot.

Ah. Did he tell you to drip the faucets?

Probably.Chisel the ice box?

I'm sure that he did.

Batten the hatches if it's windy outside and defrost the froster

if it's frosty outside?Froster. Yes. That one actually rings a bell.

I bet you're pretty excited to have a hot shower again, huh?

Why? Do I look like I need a shower?

Oh, no, no, no. You look, um...

You look like a normal person who hasn't showered.

OK. You should be set.

Alright, I'll have you try that for me.

OK, um...

(TAP RUNNING)

It's-It's still cold. (CHUCKLES)

Takes a second sometimes.

(SHE GASPS)

It's hot. Yeah. It's-It's fixed.

Good, good.

Thank you. Oh, wait.

Here. For fixing the hot water.

Thank you.

Oh, and that's my number right there if you need anything.

Do I smell?Oh, um, no.

You... You smell like pine needles.

I was chopping wood earlier.

Well. That's it. (CLICKS FINGERS)

Nature's cologne. (CHUCKLES) Yeah.

Well, the Turner's blew a fuse box, so it needs my attention.

Fuse box? Are you like an electrician, too?

Wow.

Like a jack of all trades or a Dane of all dangers.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah. You're a wordsmith.

No, I'm just the only electrician within 50 miles.

So I'm the best they got.

Well, then you better get to it, Sparky.

I'm gonna head out this way. (CHUCKLES) Yeah.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

"Sparky"?

"Nature's cologne"?

Don't even.

OK.

(KEYS CLACKING)

(GASPS) Mom's scarf.

Oh, no!

(SHE GASPS)

My mom will be so sad if I lose her Christmas scarf.

Train station.

DAGGER: 'Oh, I was signing so many books last night,

I got writer's wrist.

It's like, tennis elbow but of the wrist.

Anyway, when can I see a draft of my final chapter?'

Ugh!

(PHONE RINGS)

Hey, Mom.

'Hi. I just saw Dagger.' Well, he is hard to miss.

His face is everywhere.

He came by the house.

What? Why?

'He was worried.

He said he went by your place and you weren't there.'

I told him you were on a writing retreat

and that your getaway was for the benefit of you both.

Well. Thanks for handling him for me.

'He sure is a handful.'

(CHUCKLES) Yeah. That is a very kind way to put it.

So, how's it going?

Oh, great. Just nonstop writing.

I knew you would find inspiration.

OK. Well, I better get back to it. Love you, Mom. Bye.

Shouldn't you be inside writing? (SHE GASPS)

Shouldn't you be outside being electrocuted?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Or are you following me?

There are worse ways to spend my time.

(CHUCKLES) What are you doing out here, anyways?

I... I think I left my scarf here the other day.

Come with me.

Wow.

(SHE GASPS)Is this it? Yes, this is it.

Thank you. Sorry. It's kind of sentimental, so.

Yeah.

I'll put it on you.

(AWKWARD CHUCKLE)

Thanks.

Wow. Look at all this stuff.

Yeah, I've been going through it slowly.

It's just a mixture of Christmas decorations

and old stuff from the festival. Hmm.

Look at these lights. Oh, you like those?Oh, yeah.

I like a lot of colour in my Christmas decorations.

Can I show you something?

OK.

Oh.

After you.

Wow.

You did all this?

Yeah. I put them up every year.

Even though, well, even if no one comes in to see them.

I kind of hold out hope that the festival will be revived one day.

Yeah.

But this train...

This festival's what...

..made me fall in love with Christmas in the first place.

(SHE CHUCKLES)

Yeah. My grandpa Maury would take me on a train ride every year.

It's a shame that this is stationary now.

It really is magical.

It is.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Come on.

So, what happened to the train?

The blastpipe is rusted over. The brake shoes turned to dust.

The boiler refuses to boil, and there's no valve.

That sounds intense.

I've tried every tool, every trick in the book,

and I just can't seem to get it up and running.

I spent years trying to find the exact right parts.

(SHE SIGHS)

Oh, thank you, by the way,

for telling Dane about my lack of hot water situation.

Of course, I'm sure he was happy to help.

So, are you guys coming inside for cookie decorating?

I really should get back to writing.

She does this every year.

It is a Spirit Station tradition.

(SHE CHUCKLES)

(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)

Final... touches.

And voila!

What do you think?Wow.

That is really something.

What is it?

It's a reindeer, obviously.

(LAUGHS) And these here are the eyes?

That's the jingle bell necklace.

Obviously.

(SHE LAUGHS)

(CRUNCHING) Hm.

It doesn't taste as bad as it looks.

I've never tried reindeer before. (LAUGHS)

Mmm.

Alright, let's see yours.

You are very good at other things.

(CHUCKLES) Thank you.

(PHONE RINGING)

(SHE SIGHS)

I'm-I'm really sorry, but I should get going.

Coco, thank you so much for these cookies.

(KEYS CLACKING)

(SHE SIGHS, CLEARS THROAT)

OK.

(KEYS CLACKING)

(SHE SIGHS)

Hm.

Well. Can't survive on muffins and cookies alone.

(GAS IGNITION CLICKS)

(CLICKING)

(SOLID BEEP)

(LINE RINGING)

DANE: 'Handyman help line.'

Hey, Dane. It's, uh, it's Isabell.

'I know. (CHUCKLES) I have Sterling's number saved.'

Right. Of course.

Quick question for you. Can gas pipes freeze?

Asking for a friend.

The friend is my oven.

'I'll be right over to help your friend.'

Great.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

That was quick. (CHUCKLES)

Dagger?

Hi?

Where have you been? I've been calling, texting, DMing.

It is freezing out here.

How the 14th Dalai Lama lived in Tibet, I will never understand.

Come on in.

(DAGGER SHIVERING AUDIBLY)

How did you find me? Oh, I walked into some gift shop

and asked the lady where Grandpa Monty's place was.

It's Maury.What is this?

It's an advent calendar.Oh.

It counts down the days to Christmas.

An odd box of chocolates.

And you just ate Christmas Day.Mmm.

How's my book end? I'm here for an update.

Well, um...

There's no Wi-Fi here. We're off grid.

What?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Oh.

No, thanks. We're good.

DANE: Bells?

Hey.Hi. I didn't mean to interrupt-

Oh, no. You're not interrupting anything.OK.

Oh, Dane is the handyman. He's here to help fix the oven.

Yeah. Yeah. Just, um...

It's the handyman here to fix the oven, so...

(SHARP EXHALE)

Can you come back tomorrow? We're kind of busy here.

(FESTIVE MUSIC)

I asked him to be here to help fix the oven.

Dane. This is Dagger.

So you're like an oven mechanic?

Something like that.

No. Dane is the handyman for the entire town. He's very busy.

Oh. I can relate to busy.

How do you live here?

There's no Wi-Fi. These windows are east facing.

The flow is so off. No wonder you haven't finished my book.

(GAS IGNITION CLICKS)

That should do it.

Ah, great work, Dan.

It's Dane.

Thank you. What do I owe you?

Don't worry about it.

What did I tell you about the infinity cycle of time leeches?

Not now, Dagger. He was here to help.

You don't have time to be socialising with oven mechanics.

Need I remind you, you're not only under a deadline,

but also under contract.

Ring, ring. Hello? Time?

What's that? You're running out?

OK. Thanks for calling.

I'm trying.

I will update you when there is something to update you on.

Fine, but no more liaison-ing with the locals.

Farewell.

I'm off on a quest.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

Hi.

Thanks for fixing the oven last night.

Do you care to do the honours? Hands are dirty.

Look, I- I know Dagger can be a bit much.

I think he's about right for who he seems to be.

What do you mean?

Got a lot of respect for the guy.

Has the confidence to put himself out there.

You think he's a bozo.

You said it, not me.

He's not a bad guy. Never said he was.

Dagger is a good person.

He doesn't have a cruel bone in his body.

Even if he did, he wouldn't know what to do with it.

Because there's a lot of things that Dagger just doesn't know how to do.

Which is why he depends on me for a lot, and I-

He's just using you to prop himself up and sell his books

when they're actually your books that you're writing.

(CHUCKLES) Does he even know how to write?

I have a lot of work to do. I'm gonna... go write.

Look what just arrived! Hot off the press.

Will you sign it for me?

First. What is going on with all these boxes?

Oh, um, yeah, I got the letter that I was hoping not to get.

I have to close before Christmas unless some miracle happens.

Wait, like close, close? Permanently?

Unfortunately, yeah. Not enough people in town.

But, um... (CLEARS THROAT) good thing I have this reading material

to get me through the winter.

(SHE GASPS)

Dagger Phillips is in my cafe. (BELLS SIGHS)

It is an honour to meet you.

Hello, miss. I'll have a wheatgrass shot.

Dagger. This is my friend Coco.

I am the owner and proprietor of this establishment.

Unfortunately, I don't have wheatgrass,

but I would do anything for you.

I would get you anything else that you want off the menu.

Girl boss. I will take a blue blast smoothie.

Great choice.

Yeah. That guy again.

Where's the letter?

You've met the one and only Dagger Phillips?

Yes. I've had the absolute pleasure. Coco, the letter.It's in the back.

You would not believe the character study I have been on,

since I last saw you.

It would appear that in a small rural town,

everyone walks everywhere and not only wave to each other,

but interact in a way that suggests a familiarity.

Almost like they have a shared history.

Yeah. Dagger that would be fairly common in a small town.

Fascinating.

Ring, ring. Oh. It's time. And it's for you.

It's ticking.Look.

I'm trying. I am. I just...

I'm trying to strike a work/life balance.

My work is my life.

OK. This town is not good for you.

Come back to Los Angeles with me and do the book signing.

You're so good at the Q&A's.

Because I know the story inside and out.

Yeah. And you make me feel good in my world of words.

Here you go.

Beautiful. Thank you.

Mmm.

I am your biggest fan. Would you sign my book?

Of course. Of course.

"To my biggest fan."

How do you spell that name again?

C-O-C-O.Mm-hmm.

Like the beverage. How befitting.

Can I ask you a personal question?

Of course. Consider this your personal Q&A with moi.

Are you named after the knife?

Oh, oh, that's a new one. (CHUCKLES)

You are a unique soul, you know that?

No one's ever asked me that question before.

Well, my father's name is Dirk, which is a type of dagger,

and he wanted to name me after himself.

So, my real name is Dirk Junior. Wh-

I'm sorry, you go by a fake name?

It's not fake. It's a stage name.

Because nobody would read a book by someone named Dirk Junior

and take it seriously.

Here you are. Coco-nut. (SHE CHUCKLES AFFECTIONATELY)

Isabell.

Am I going to have to take a hit and go back to LA all on my own?

Dagger, I...

Fine.

I do not understand your process, but I respect it.

Coco-nut.

Be well.

May I shake your hand?

Strong shake.

Isabell.

Yeah.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(PLAYFUL MUSIC)

Well, that was... fascinating to observe.

I have five days to finish this book.

Maybe that's not your story.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(HOPEFUL MUSIC)

# A blanket of white

# Covers and cosies the ground... #

MAURY: Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!

(LIVELY CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

(TRAIN HORN BLARES)

(TV COMMENTARY AND SONG OVERLAP)

(TRAIN HORN BLARES)

(OBJECT CLATTERS)

# We're lost in our used-to-be dreams

# My wonderland memories of yesteryear dance around me... #

Hi.

Um, I can go. (CHUCKLES)

I found this old manual in the engine room, but

it's so old I can't really read it.

But if I can just find a way to replace the blastpipe,

fix the brake shoe, get the boiler to cooperate,

then I can fix the dang train and revive the festival

and bring people back to this town.

I mean, that sounds totally doable.

This train is the only thing

that's feeling remotely inspiring right now.

You know, my Maury used to be writing all the time.

He would write scripts and poems and stories, journals, everything.

I come from a family of storytellers.

Maybe we can revive the festival. I can see it now.

"The Spirit Conductor is back."

(CHUCKLES) OK. This is the most excited I've seen you all week.

Alright.

Let's finish up. OK?

(SPRAY CAN HISSING) OK.

That should break up the rust.

OK. What's next?

Don't you have a book to finish? (SIGHS) Yes.

I don't know why this one has been so difficult to finish.

OK, well, what's different about this one?

I don't know. It just doesn't feel like me.

Maybe you've changed.

It just seems like you carry a lot of weight on your shoulders.

And I don't think you should.

You are always doing things for other people.

That's why I know what I'm talking about.

What do you do for you?

It's your time. Choose how to spend it.

(FESTIVE MUSIC)

You remember the Spirit Conductor.

Hm.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello. COCO: 'Hey, Isabell.

Would you like to join Dane and me for dinner

at Frank's restaurant tonight?

We're about to leave.'Yes.

That sounds great. I'll be right there.

'Great. See you soon. Bye.'

(BEEP)

(INDISTINCT RESTAURANT CHATTER)

So I was looking through Uncle Sterling's bookshelf,

and I found this old photo album.

It has all these pictures from the festival when I was a kid.

That is so special.

And I was trying to remember how that poem went.

Yeah, I remember how it started.

"'Twas the trip before Christmas when all through the caboose,

not a creature was stirring, not even a moose."

Oh, "And the stockings were all hung by the furnace with care."

"All in hopes that the Spirit Conductor would be there."

"And the children were settled, all snug in their seats

as pieces of coal rolled by their feet."

"And the coalman with his kerchief, and I and my hat

were all settled in, and we took off just like that."

Wait. And that was- that was my cue to get up with the bells.

Oh, I remember Bell. Don't you dare!

(OBJECTS CLATTER)

That did not sound good.

FRANK: Mr Woods, how fortunate it is to see you this evening.

It's good to see you. Coco bean, how are you?

Have you met Isabell?

Hello.Wait. Frank? As in THE Frank?

You may have heard a crash. We definitely did.

(HE CHUCKLES)

The shelf that supports my pots and pans went kablooey.

Got a minute? I don't have my tools with me.

Well, I have the usual suspects.

Pliers, wrench, Phillips head screwdriver.

What do you say?

You had me at wrench. Excuse me, ladies.

(BELLS CHUCKLES)

Oh, my goodness, it was so exciting having Dagger in town.

It's so sweet that he came all the way out here to see you.

It was definitely a surprise.

Yeah, some men will do that. Not my brother.

He's Mr Predictable.

He's always been like that?

Yeah. Pretty much. He never takes credit, even when he deserves it.

Oh. Handy and humble.

Yeah. I can always depend on him.

Bet the ladies in town love that.

Ladies? What ladies?

Oh. Come on.

I'm sure there are plenty of ladies in town who have

leaky faucets.(LAUGHS) No.

Oh, come on, he's never met anyone?

No. I wish he would, though. He's a good guy.

So, how did you and Dagger meet?

Oh, um...

I was at the bookstore, and he was there actually doing some modelling.

He used to model for the cover of other people's romance novels.

OK, why are you asking me that question?

Oh, I love how couples get together. It's my favourite.

Sometimes the stories are better than the book.

Yeah. No. We are definitely not. Dagger is not my boyfriend.

(GASPS) He's not?

Oh, I thought that- That makes sense. Because he's not-

No. Strictly professional.

So is there anybody you do like?

Yeah. I like someone who's really, um... sweet.

Something sweet.

Something sweet would be really great.

We should probably get dessert.

They don't have dessert here.Why?

I don't know, small business, not enough space or staff, I guess?

Hm.

All good.

Actually, I came out here tonight

because I wanted to talk to you both about something.

Something you said the other day really got me thinking.

What'd I say?

Maybe I'm here to do something more than just write the next

Dagger Phillips' bestseller.

Maybe I'm here to do something bigger.

But I'm going to need your help.

Oh, I am in. Whatever it is I am in, 100%.

I was thinking that if we got the Spirit of Christmas train up

and running again, we could revive the festival.

Save your bakery.

Yeah. The train will be hard.

But we can definitely get the show back running.

We just- we need a script.

You could play the bell ringer again.

Come on. But we definitely would need a new Spirit Conductor.

Yes. We would. And, he'd need to be tall.

Yes. And good with his hands.

To handle the props.

He would ideally have seen the show before.

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no.

Absolutely not.

(LAUGHING AWKWARDLY)

Um...

It's wild. (LAUGHING)

(HE GASPS) You guys!

If we could start in the festival right now,

we could really have a chance.

Do you want to maybe brainstorm props?

Like, right now?

Sure. I'm game if you're down.

Yeah. Let's do it.Yes!

Oh, I forgot I have to go bake those pinwheels

with the yum peppermint bark on them because I forgot to leave-

Did I leave the oven on? Bye!

The bakery... The bakery's that way.Yeah.

I almost forgot. (LAUGHS) Oh.

Thank you.

(SHE LAUGHS)

Aw. "I love you, Dad." Signed, Carol.

My mom drew this.

That is adorable.

No.Grandpa's Spirit Conductor hat.

OK. This brings back memories. You've got to put it on.

Yeah. (SHE LAUGHS)

Let's see it.

Looks better on you.Aw. (BOTH CHUCKLE)

Gosh. We have to use this for the show.

Yeah.

You need a Christmas tree. Oh.

Well, I was planning to go back to LA.

You know, spend Christmas with my mom.

Of course.

(SHE CHUCKLES)

(KEYS CLACKING)

I'm just stumped after this line.

Yeah. I don't really remember what comes after that.You know what?

There might be a copy of the script up at the train station.

(YAWNS) Yeah. Probably.

Oh, you're so tired. We can do this tomorrow.

No, no, no, I can rally.

You don't have to. Honestly, I have so much writing to do.

Are you sure?Yeah.

You promise?Yeah.

Good night.Good night.

I'm leaving now. (SHE CHUCKLES)

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(SHE SIGHS)

(SHE GASPS)

(KETS BEEPING)

(LINE RINGING)

Dane? Hi.

I'm sorry if I woke you, I just-

Can you meet me at the train station?

I found something.

Hi.

I found this key.

(SHE CHUCKLES)

(SHE GASPS)

(BELL RINGING) My bell!

Wait. Do you think that's a recording of the show?

Um... OK. This station has a sound system.

OK.Wait here. Wait here.

(CASSETTE CLICKING)

MAURY: 'When out on the platform, there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my state room...' BOTH: It works!

'Away to the boxcar I flew like a flash.

Opened the window and climbed up the hatch.

The track was all covered with...' (AUDIO DISTORTS)

Oh, no, no, no.

Oh, this is our one chance at reviving the festival.

Without the right words, we have nothing.No, we still have you.

This is a piece of my family history, and I, I broke it.

OK, well. We'll rewrite it again.

We can't just keep writing everything for everyone.

I'm not even writing what I'm supposed to be writing here.

Wait, what are you talking about?

This was just a big distraction.

I thought coming to Spirit Station would be inspiring,

but it's just a huge waste of time.

But it's not, though. We are so close.

We are not close.

You can't even fix the train.

(SHE SIGHS)

I should, I should go.No.

You stay here. I'll go. I don't belong here anymore.

(BIRDSONG)

I'd turn my back on me, too.

MAURY: "My time as the Spirit Conductor was special.

And it all started with people coming together

and telling their stories.

Seeing all the smiling faces, all the joy.

It's not just about Christmas.

Though, I do love this time of year.

It's about knowing who YOU are

and doing what YOU need to do to fulfil your destiny.

Following your heart's true desire to create your own story."

(SHE SNIFFLES)

My own story.

(SHE CHUCKLES)

(FESTIVE MUSIC)

Gloria. Hey. Isabell. How's the writing going?

Well, it's going, I'm actually not here about that.

I just got off the phone with Mom,

and I was wondering if you might be able to help me with something.

Hmm.

Hey, Coco.

Morning. Um... How did it go with Dane last night?

I d-didn't get to ask him.

He didn't come in for his usual cup of coffee, so.

Well. Um... Actually, I- we...

Oh, your book. I'm two chapters in, and I am loving it.

I can't wait to find out who the handsome wildlife

photographer's secret is.

It is a good one.

You might not need to close up shop after all.

I have a favour to ask.

What? OK.

We can still get this festival up and running.

And when we do, maybe you could do a bake sale?

You can make anything you want.

Are you kidding? Of course.

I can make those little trains with chocolate buttons on them.

And I can even put up fliers in the window to spread the word.

I trust you. I'm going to go find Dane.

Actually, can I get that coffee? And, maybe a cinnamon muffin?

Ooh, I, promise that I did not break this one.

(HE CHUCKLES)

Some sustenance?

It's your favourite - cinnamon.

Look, I'm- I'm really sorry about what I said yesterday.

It wasn't you or even the tape getting destroyed.

I know that you've been working so hard on getting that train fixed.

I'm so sorry.

It's OK.

I know how much pressure you've been under since you've been here.

And you have every right to be upset.

No, you've been nothing but kind and supportive of me at every turn.

And you've inspired me to do more writing than I even came here to do.

(HE CHUCKLES)

I'm going to finish the script, just like you said.

If anyone can do it, it's you.

Well, I'm going to need some help.

And I really want you to play the lead.

There's no one else for the job.

(LAUGHING) These are some big boots to fill.

Although reviving the festival, that would do...

..that would do a lot for the town and for my sister.

And then the tape just gave out right at the crescendo.

But with a look, I spotted him dancing on the shingles.

In a moment, I knew that that must be Conductor Kringle.

Yes! Perfect.

More rapid than sleigh bells, with ringing they came.

He whistled and shouted and called them by name.

Um... Oh, I got it.

And then in a twinkling, the air crisp and cool.

The prancing and dancing of a man with his tools.

(SHE GIGGLES)

(SHE MUMBLES)

Hey! What's wrong?

I just don't know

if the script alone is enough to bring people back to the town.

If I can't fix the train...

I didn't want to say anything,

because I didn't want to get your hopes up.

But I called my mom, and she is working on getting us

the parts we need for the train.

What? Yeah.

That's amazing, Bell. I need to fix the train.

I'll come with you. (GIGGLES)

OK.

Got the rust off. So now I can finally fix the brake shoe.

That's great. OK, listen to this.

Um... OK.

He was dressed in fur, from his hat to his boots,

and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.

The stump of a pipe was held tight in his teeth,

and the smoke encircled his head like a wreath.

I love it.

(BOTH LAUGHING) You're on a roll.

Hey, guys. I need you to be my taste testers.

Oh, Coco, that is so good.

OK, that's your best yet.Yes!

I come bearing gifts of decor.

This is everything I had left at the shop.Thank you.

I've been telling everyone around town about the festival.

Thank you for doing all this. Oh, it's not just me.

Maury would be so proud.

(FESTIVE MUSIC)

Thank you.

# Decorate the wall and shelves

# Spread the lawn with Santa's elves

# Come on, come on Christmas

# Put a jingle in a bell

# Bubble all the fun cocktails

# Come on, come on Christmas... #

OK, so I finally fixed the gauge.

But we still have so many other parts that are broken.

Well, maybe the stuff my mom's bringing will help.

You guys, this place is starting to look amazing.

(SHE LAUGHS)Yeah, Bell's really pulled it together last minute.

We all did.

Look where they're standing.What?

The mistletoe.

You guys! What?What?

Oh. (SHE CHUCKLES)

Um...

Yeah.

(SHE GASPS)

I know what I have to do.

Can you guys stay here and continue? I need to get back to the cabin.

Sure thing.

This is the story! (CHUCKLES)

I don't think she's coming back. That woman's on a mission.

It's game time.

I'm so glad you're here with me.

(CHEERFUL MUSIC)

(KEYS CLACKING)

# I hear those bells ringing

# And my smile comes out

# Cos it lets me know

# Sleigh is coming back to town

# Anticipation has me feeling like a kid

# December's got my number once again

# I feel I got it counted down for oh so long... #

(SONG FADES)

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

(HE BLOWS)

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(CAR HORN HONKS)

So. Do you always make this much noise when you visit people?

Only when I'm trying to get their attention.

I figured since...

..you're staying for Christmas Eve now, that you need a real treat.

(SHE LAUGHS)

Yes, Mom!

Mom!Hey!

Mmm.

Hi. Dane, this is my mom, Carol.

Pleasure to meet you, ma'am.

Hello!

Dane is trying to fix the train.

What a noble pursuit.

Trying to fix it. I'm actually at the ranch next door.

You're Jim and Nancy's boy. Yes, ma'am.

Wow. You really grew up.

Let's go in and get you settled, Mom.

I'll get the tree.

Just right there is perfect, thanks.

December 23rd.

Thank you. I'll leave you ladies to it.

You have been busy.

(SIGHS) Mom! (MOM LAUGHING)

Here's the train parts you needed.

Dane probably should have taken those with him when he left.

I really need to get this manuscript polished and sent in.

Don't worry, dear. I can take it to him while you focus.

I am so proud of you.

What if they don't like it? They will.

So you did find some inspiration then?

Yeah. I mean, this place has been pretty... magical.

Oh, and I found some of Grandpa Maury's old keepsakes.

I also found a recording of the entire show,

and it worked for a bit.

And then it fried. I guess I kind of broke it.

So then I, well, Dane and I decided to rewrite the ending together.

So now if we can just get the train up and running.

Even if the train doesn't run,

you should be proud of what you've created.

That Dane fella seems to care.

Yeah. He really loves Spirit Station.

I meant, care about you.

I have something you may need.

Oh. Hey, Carol.Hey.

Is this a boiler valve?

I did a little Christmas shopping.

(CHUCKLES) Thank you.

I am so thrilled that you and Isabell have put all this together.

Oh, yeah.

I've been working on this thing for years to get it running.

No, luck. Then she shows up and just, everything starts happening.

Since she's been here, her spirit has really brightened.

Yeah, she's pretty special.

I think she likes you.

Dagger's a lucky guy.

Oh, no. They're just writing partners. They're not...

Bells would never hitch her sleigh to such a chaotic reindeer.

(HE CHUCKLES)

Um... I'm gonna get back to work.

(FESTIVE MUSIC)

Written by Isabell Wattson. (KEYS CLACKING)

We did it!

Now we just need to send it to the publisher. Wish me luck.

I really need to stop talking to the bear.

Oh!

Yes.

(PHONE CHIMES)

(LAPTOP CHIMES) Yes!

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

Ugh. The alarm already?

(TRAIN HORN CONTINUES)

Hey, Mom, did you hear that? Mom?

(TRAIN HORN CONTINUES)

(SQUEALING)

Mom! It works!It works.

It should be leaving any second to pick everyone up.Oh.

Mom, if you hadn't brought those parts...

You know you're not dressed, right?

Oh!(LAUGHING) Yes. I knew that.

We're almost finished.

Carol, thank you so much. It was my pleasure.

Let's go.

# Christmas time is here

# All the joy that is brings me

# No one can deny... #

Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas.

# One train, one station

# Dreams come true

# Christmas time is here

# All the love that it fills me

# No need to hide

# The Christmas spirit... #

(BELLS CHUCKLES)

Look at all of this. It is amazing. It has been so fun.

Thank you for including me. People are flooding into town.

You certainly have been busy,

little Miss, I'm going to hibernate in the cabin.

(LAUGHING) You're back!

Carol told me you had the festival going on, and I had to be here.

And I got the best gift that I've ever gotten at Christmas.

I won a trip on a world wide cruise for a whole year.

What? That is amazing.Yeah.

And that leads me to think, you know,

I'm going to need a new caretaker for the cabin.

So if you know of anybody who might be, interested in sticking around.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hold that thought.

Dagger Phillips.

DAGGER: 'What did you send to the publisher?'

A manuscript.

'I got an email stating...'

Written by Isabell Wattson. 'What? Who do you think you are?'

It's really good. You should read it when it comes out.

'Well, how am I supposed to-' Read?

I think you'll be able to figure it out.

He wasn't good with words, but showed love through his work.

He was full from Coco's pastries

and he turned with a smirk.

Laying his finger on the side of his nose,

giving a nod, up the smoke chute he rose.

He sprang to the caboose as the train let out a whistle.

(HE WHISTLES)

Moving along the tracks at the speed of a missile,

the Spirit Conductor exclaimed as he drove out of sight,

"May the Spirit Christmas train be back tonight!"

(BELL JINGLING)

(CHEERING, APPLAUSE)

This is outstanding. Thanks, Frank.

You know, I was thinking.

I don't have a dessert menu for my restaurant.

Are you willing to help me out with this?

I don't have a lot of space, but you got to keep a bakery open.

I can come every day before you close.

And we could serve them. What do you think?

Yeah. Deal.

Oh, good. Thank you.

WOMAN: It's so great. Thanks.

Hi.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

I'm sorry, I can't- I can't hear you.

Sorry. Hello? Can you hear me?

WOMAN: 'Hi. Yes, I can hear you.

I received a manuscript titled, The Spirit of Christmas Station.

It says here, written by Isabell Wattson.'

Yes, that is correct.

Well, we don't usually call,

but the three of us here are halfway through it,

and we're loving it so far.

It's one of the best we've ever read. We're interested.

We will send you an offer right after Christmas.'

That is incredible. Thank you so much.

'Merry Christmas, Isabell.'

Merry Christmas.

Hey. Been looking for you. Is everything OK?

That was the publisher. They loved my book.

Wait a second. Your book?

Yes. I want to thank you.

I finally wrote my own story.

Can't wait to read it one day.

I'll have to print you a special copy.

Oh, it's snowing.

(SHE CHUCKLES)

Uncle Sterling is, um, off on another cruise.

A whole year this time.

And he gave me the keys, so.

Does that mean you're staying?

You know, that cabin requires a lot of upkeep. There's...

..a lot of little things that need fixing.

Do you... happen to know a handyman who might be interested in the job?

And in you?(SHE CHUCKLES)

Yeah. I know a guy.

(FESTIVE MUSIC)

# These sweet December moments

# The yuletide love is flowin'

# Smiles on everybody's face

# The endless love and laughter

# That's what my heart was after

# Can't help but jingle all the way

# Together for Christmas

# Feels so right

# Everyone I love is by my side

# Together for Christmas

# Let the carols play

# Here's a to bein' home for the holidays

# Whole house is decorated

# Got ginger cookies bakin'

# Lights are blinkin' on the tree

# We're tangled in traditions

# Cinnamon Cocoa sippin'

# It's so good to be...

# Together for Christmas

# Feels so right

# Everyone I love is by my side... #

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