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Those magical moments that
bring people together just so.

Serendipity.
Coincidence. Fate.

Everyone has their
own name for it.

You know how some people
seem drawn together

in an almost magical way?

Or angelic.

That would certainly
be more accurate.

Christmas has always been
the most beautiful time

to bring couples
together.

Not to brag, but the
Christmas Connection Angels

are the architects

of all the most
magical love matches.

Christmas Connection Angels
spend all year

surveying the Earth
and deciphering which humans

are most equipped for
a Christmas soul match.

It truly is a dream job,

the ultimate place to
bask in Christmas cheer,

beautifully intertwined
with romance,

and I, Monica,

being one of the oldest and
best and brightest

of the Christmas
Connection Angels,

well, I've been
orchestrating love matches

since before the time of
the first Christmas trees.

It's always been
so elegant,

bringing soulmates
together at Christmas,

so easy, really.

You just follow the
guidelines of the HARK,

our trusty
angel handbook,

and the magic of
Christmas does the rest.

♪

Or... did.

It pains me to say,

but times have changed
over the last few years.

- (phone chiming)
- These days,

the Tenderhearts--

humans, as you
call them--

- are just always busy...■
- (phone chiming)

...always scrolling,
always missing the moment.

- (phone chiming)
-■■I mean, love has always needd

- a little luck...■
- (phone ringing)

- ...a glimmer, a glance.■
- (phone chiming)

Now, it barely even
gets a chance!

(phone chiming)

(sighs) Honestly,
I'm not going to lie.

It's been a little
disheartening lately.

(phone chiming)

I know it's not just me
who's struggling.

This modern age
has its challenges.

It really does.

And obviously, Cloud Command
has everyone on edge

with all the downsizing
rumors.

Making successful
soul matches

is more critical than
ever this season.

That's why it's so
important to remember

love works in
mysterious ways.

Even if we don't
fully understand it.

Fun fact. Did you know that
when people fall in love,

their heart rates
can actually sync up?

So that fluttery
feeling,

it's not just in
your head.

It's adrenaline.

- I did know that.
- Of course you did.

A centuries-old Angel knows
everything.

Oh, thank you.

- Oh!
- Oh!

My Christmas
Connection Quill!

Monica, I am so sorry.

I did not pay attention. Here.
Let me help you with that.

(blowing)

You're not helping.

Wait. Well, why didn't
I think of this sooner?

There. Definitely
a little less wet.

Not helping.

It's good. It's good. We're
good. We're gonna be late.

Hey, well, at least I didn't
get any on your clothes, right?

You look very
pretty. Pretty.

You look pretty prepared
for the presentation.

So, even if your
quill's not,

you look... prepared.

Oh. Thank you.

Welcome.

Next time,
maybe decaf.

Oh. Great idea.

Thanks, Mirabelle.
I didn't even think of that.

Anyway, you're
going to crush it!

Good luck!

Ah. There.
Good as new.

Monica, please tell me
you haven't been replaying

- your last missed connection.
- Monica: I just--

I don't know what
happened. I got them

to the point of
slow dancing, Mirabelle.

Slow dancing.

They had it all, and
they just threw it away.

That's not your fault. You
can't compete with devious DMs.

(scornfully)
DMs.

Direct messaging on
social media.

Humans and their phones,
it's a real issue.

Yes, but I do just keep going
back to rule number three

of the HARK.
(sighs)

We can guide
souls to love.

We can't force love.

Here. Presentations
start soon.

We should get going.

Um, do you know what? I'm
just going to take

one more minute to
go over it. I just, um--

I know I've been
working on it all year,

but I want to make sure
that it's perfect.

Monica, you've
got this, truly.

I hope so.

Hey, did you hear
Michael's going to sing

"I'll Be Home for Christmas"
after his presentation?

Mm. Of course he is.
All eyes on Michael.

Honestly, I can't believe he
has his wings already.

I mean, he's not
even a century old.

These new cherubs,
they just don't get it.

Christmas love
is not about flash.

It's about depth.

Michael's work is all
frosting, no cake.

I mean, he did make five
matches last Christmas

and won Best Angel his first
decade. So, there's that.

Mm-hmm, but it's quality over
quantity, Mirabelle.

I mean, three of the matches
he made this decade

broke up
within a year.

Not to mention, he
doesn't follow protocol.

He just wings it. And
don't even get me started

about how he dodges
responsibility

like it's
a snowball fight.

Well, we're all lucky
to have you to look up to.

I mean, you care,
Monica. You really do.

You've guided more soulmates
than most angels ever have

in their entire
existence.

You're the gold standard,
the North Star we look to.

So, even though Michael's
a little messy,

we'll always
have you,

an angel with heart.

And heart
always wins.

(Monica chuckling)

One of the HARK says,
"Serve your soulmates."

At least Michael and
all the other younger ones,

they do do that.

Yes, but rule number
two is, "Keep it selfless,"

Michael just seems
all about making the match

and not about
the people.

Gabriel says he just has
a different way of matching.

Making matches. Maybe
times are changing.

Did you see that? Did you
see how Darcy looked at me?

She gave you
a cookie.

A cookie laced with
judgment.

Come on. You're just nervous
about the presentation.

It's making
you paranoid.

Maybe you're right.

I just don't want everyone
thinking I've lost my touch.

No one thinks that,
Monica.

It's been a hard season for
everyone, seriously.

Yeah. I mean, how can
any of them fall in love

when they won't
even look up?

Siri love matches
do not count.

Plus, all this talk about
downsizing, it's just,

it really is
a stressful time.

No one is being
downsized.

Gabriel hasn't
said that,

and no one's
talking about you.

We're angels,
Monica.

We don't say anything
bad about anyone.

(Michael laughing)

But it's
true, right?

(laughing)

Not even
Michael's triumphant laugh.

I just don't understand
why Michael's matches

seem to be the only
ones that are sticking.

Well, that's true.

Monica: He doesn't
even follow the rules.

I guess he must work
hard or something.

(sighs) But you're
probably right.

It's just
nerves. Oh.

Hey!

There's Gabriel.

Time to face
the Christmas music.

Oh, Gabe. Gabe, hey.
How you doing?

- Michael.
- How are you?

Hey, didn't
see you there.

Really, really
great job

matching up those two
Oscar winners,

you actor, actor, shmactor
matcher maker, you.

You are really making the
DCC look tree-mendous.

Michael: Well, thank you,
Gabriel. That was a fun match,

if you know what I mean.
You know, it's amazing

the connections that
we can form

when a little bit of
strategic fun is infused.

You know what I mean?
Am I right?

Or am I right, Monica?

Strategic fun?

I suppose that
is one way to do it.

Oh. Sounds like you
don't agree.

(chuckling) Wh-- That
fun is the way to create

a deep and meaningful
soulmate match?

Yes. Yes. I would say
I definitely do not agree.

Oh, interesting, but
I would argue

that my connection
count proves otherwise.

Oh, Michael.

Always focused on the digits
and not the depth.

Oh.

Well, as office
manager of the DCC,

I would just like to point
out that you two have

some good old-fashioned banter
going on there.

I like to see it. I do. I--
I really, really do.

Uh, oh! Darcy.

You're up.

That's me.
That's my cue.

Okay. Go. Good luck.

Gabriel: Well,
well, well.

Hello, everyone.

Merry Christmas, all you
beautiful angels out there.

First of all, I would like
to say thank you

for joining us for
yet another millennia

of Christmas love
matches.

- Yeah! Alright!
- (applauding)

As you all know, Christmas
is the perfect time

to find love
at the first halo.

- Halo?
- (Michael laughing)

- Hello! It's, you know...
- (others laughing)

Thank you. Thank you.
You're all too kind.

Uh, before we get to
our presentations,

I think the moment you've
really all been waiting for.

Bit of a shake-up
this year.

After what we've been
calling the Monica era,

this year's winner of Best
Angel of the Year goes to...

(gasping,
imitating fanfare)

...Michael!

- What? No. (laughing)
- (others applauding)

Gabriel: At 97, you
are the youngest angel

to ever win a second golden BAY
Award. Congratulations.

Wow. Thank you so much.
I got to tell you,

I was not expecting that. I
don't have any speech prepared.

- It's fine. It's fine.
- So, I just want to say

thank you, and also,
uh, you know,

so many of you have been
asking me, you know,

with the potential
downsizing,

what is my secret?

And I just want to
say, it is fun, okay?

It is fun, and what you
want to do is infuse that.

And you want to
create events

that bring the Tenderhearts
together in a way

that makes them not be able
to ignore one another.

So, that is my secret.
Thank you very much.

Oh, uh, also, just
one more thing.

Um, special shout-out to the
Valentine and Hallows Eve angels

for their
valiant attempt,

but it is the Christmas
Connection Angels

that are
the best in the biz.

Thank you very much.
This is for all of you.

Thank you.

(applauding)

Great speech,
Michael.

Oh, thank you so
much, Gabriel.

It means so much.

(chuckles)
Congratulations, Michael.

Ah, thank you.
Thank you.

Um, listen. I also
wanted to say,

I hope your
quill is okay.

It's fine. Uh, are these
all your soul matches?

Yeah.

For just
this season?

Yeah. I mean,
I figured, you know,

if there's rumors
of downsizing,

I figure why not go
big or go home, right?

Right. So you
feel like you can make

this many deep and
meaningful connections?

It'-- It's
December 15th,

and we've been
planning this all year.

And you... (chuckles)
...you know you have to have it

completed by the end
of December?

Yeah. I mean, I definitely think
I can make all these matches.

In fact, I think I could
make them before Christmas.

I mean, this would have been
nothing for you back in the day.

Right?

Is this just-- You're
just doing one this year?

(others applauding)

(giggling)

Okay! Monica,
you're up.

Well, tell us
what you got. Come on.

Alright. Go get 'em.

Good luck up there.

I'm excited
to hear about it.

- (others applauding)
- Enjoy.

(applause continuing)

(exhaling)

(applause continuing)

Hello. Thank you.

For your
consideration,

I present Daisy Willoughby
and Patrick Glenn.

They have both devoted their
lives to helping others

and are working toward
a greater good in their work.

The odds of combining their
destinies are excellent,

and together, they will
bring more kindness...

- Michael: Um...
- ...and light into the world.

I pledge to have them
matched together

by our standard
deadline

of December 31st.

Sorry.
Uh, this is wild.

You're not going to believe
this, but I don't know

if there's a glitch in
the system here or what.

But check this out, because I
have the exact same...

(snapping)
We have the same couple. What?

Has that ever happened,
two angels with the same couple?

- No, no, no, no.
- It's weird.

Gabriel, Gabriel, this
is-- This does not happen.

There's a-- there's
a glitch in the system.

I don't know if there's
a glitch or what it is,

but I'm telling you,
that's my match,

and you know
what I've discovered?

Is that, sure, Patrick
and Daisy are kind.

They are also in
need of some F-U-N,

some big-time fun,

and that's what I plan to do
for Patrick and Daisy.

Uh, I apologize,
everyone.

This is not
supposed to happen,

I assure you.

Head office is not supposed
to give two angels

the option of matching
the same Tenderhearts.

Uh, big mistake, big
mistake at Cloud Command.

Monica: Thank you,
Gabriel. See?

Everyone knows
that angels work alone.

We all know this.
It's-- It's a glitch,

and Michael,
it's a great thing

that you have all these
other souls to choose from.

You can leave this deserving and
important couple to me.

- I wasn't, uh, really...
- (chiming)

Is that Cloud
Command?

(chiming)

Yep. Yes, it is.

(clearing throat)

Hello! Uh-huh.

Yeah. Uh--

Wow. Uh, okay.

That's right.

Alrighty.

Well, everyone,

it appears the rumors
of downsizing are true.

- (crowd groaning)
- Uh, Cloud Command

is considering
merging us

with the cupids over
at Valentine's department.

No! That's not-- We can't be---
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Listen, listen, listen.
Everyone, listen.

♪ Hark the herald
angels sing ♪

Thank you. Thank you.

But Cloud Command
is giving us

one last kick
at the old can,

and they would like us
to try something different.

And that means that
this year,

Michael and Monica,

you'll be working
together on this one.

What? No, no. No, no.
Not with him.

- Yeah, we could do that.
- Not with him.

Times are changing.

All across Cloud Command,
we're seeing it.

Uh, that means we
need to evolve,

and if Cloud Command says
you two are working together,

you two are
working together.

Our department depends
on it.

So, Michael, drop all
your other matches.

You two are a team on
this love match.

♪

♪

(knocking)

(Monica sighing)

(shop bell jingling)

- It's so hot in here.
- What are you doing here?

Oh, I was just following
her. I got some great intel.

Well, don't sneak up on me
like that again. It's annoying.

Okay. Sorry.

Look. I know you disagree
with some of my methods

and that you're
a little bit sensitive.

- I'm not sensitive.
- But I think

this could be great,
us a matchmaking team.

Oh, you do, do you?

I do.

Monica:
Where'd she go?

Oh, there she is.

(Monica gasping)

Look who just came in!
(gasping)

He's right behind her!

All I'm saying is,
we put our heads together,

and I think we'd
have a lot of fun.

Look. Not to be
disrespectful, Michael,

but I know how to do
this job, okay?

So just-- You can relax
and watch the pros at work.

Okay.

Wait. You're not doing a cliché
cafe collision, are you?

Uh, you know, some things
are called a cliché

because they work
perfectly every time.

Let me focus.
I am trying to save

the Department of
Christmas Connections.

Okay.

But you know this isn't
going to work, right?

It's going to work.

Michael:
But it's not.

Michael, I have been using

the Brewed Awakening method
for decades.

Oh, I know.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Nothing.

- Oh! Look-y, look-y.
- (phone ringing)

Hi. Hi. Yes.

Yes. I am so sorry I
missed your call.

Yeah. No. No. I'm just
grabbing a coffee and some--

I'm just going
to step outside.

- See?
- You distracted me.

(scoffs) Okay.
You could have been

the most focused
angel in the world,

and that would
not have worked.

Why does this keep
happening to me?

(Michael
clearing throat)

Mmm. Hot chocolate.

What are you doing?

I am handing you a cup of
melt-in-your-mouth goodness?

(Monica chuckling)

Angels don't drink
hot chocolate.

Have you-- Have you really
never read the HARK?

Yeah, skimmed it.
Actually,

there's a rumor that it's being
revised.

I'm just gonna wait
for the next draft.

- Where did you hear that?
- Around the water cooler.

Michael, gossip
is not very angelic,

and neither
is hot chocolate.

Wait. Sorry.

Are you telling me you've never
tried Earth hot chocolate?

I've never tried
any hot chocolate.

- (gasping)
- The HARK clearly states

that we keep our actions
pure and selfless.

We're only on Earth to help
connect our soulmates.

We are angels with
purpose.

That purpose is not
to have hot chocolate.

Well, you are missing out, my
fine feathered friend. Mmm.

Okay. I just-- I
need to think

and focus on another way to
bring them together.

Everyone knows that the
best connections come

from thoughtful,
organized gestures.

Do they?

Yes, they do.

Michael,
I'm 587 years old.

I've been doing this
job for a little while.

I think I know
a thing or two.

You're just a kid.

What are you, 96?

Ninety-seven.

Yes, exactly. I don't
need your help.

But I think
you kind of do.

I mean, I've made matches
that you've never made.

Mine are just a
little more-- Okay.

I don't want to have to
remind you here,

but I think you do remember
that I am the one that matched

the... celebrity
couple.

(scoffs)
Oh, that's right.

Michael
the Hollywood angel.

Now, remind me.

How did that
turn out?

Oh, that's right.

They broke up, twice.

But I did get them together,
twice, and married nonetheless.

There is something to
be said about that,

and you're probably wondering,
"But how did you do it?"

Well, my Christmas connection
was fun and spontaneous.

Okay. We get it. You're
fun and spontaneous.

That's enough.

Fine. I'll
tell you what.

I will try your way,

but you, you have to take
a sip of hot chocolate.

Monica: I am not
drinking that.

- Michael: Mmm.
- You have whipped cream

- on your face.
- I do?

Yes.

Did I get it?

(Monica chuckling)

Monica:
Listen.

Will you please just let me take
the lead on this?

- Michael: Mm-hmm.
- I'm telling you.

They need to connect over
something meaningful,

or there's just
going to be a repeat

of your Hollywood
couple debacle.

Okay. I'm just saying that I
will take the lead on this

when it
inevitably fails.

It's not going
to fail.

- But if it does fail.
- It's not going to fail.

But if it does fail. Deal?

- Deal.
- Great.

Hi, guys!

Mirabelle, so
good to see you.

- You brought Mirabelle?
- Of course.

- Oh.
- Yeah. Hope I'm not intruding,

but, uh, thanks for
having me.

Always love helping
Monica on a match-up.

Okay. Let's do this.

Hey, wait, wait, wait.
What's going on here?

You doing a cute
puppy pairing?

Yes. It is a tried
and true method

of creating a deep
soul connection.

Two people bonding

over the care and protection
of an animal in need,

it brings out the most beautiful
parts of the Tenderhearts.

Yeah. Historically,
I would agree with you,

but you do know that Patrick
is allergic to dogs?

- One, two three, four.
- Monica: Yes!

Uh, how
allergic is he?

EpiPen in his
pocket allergic.

(gasps) No!

It was supposed to be
a kitten booth,

but you know, with
the budget cuts at the DCC,

I had to go
with puppies.

Wait. There was
a price difference?

Yes.

Never mind
the specifics.

We have a Noel-911.

I think I
lost a puppy.

(gasps) No!
No, no, no!

This is going to derail
everything!

Okay. Just calm down.
Calm down.

Everything is
going to be fine.

How can you say that? You're
glad that this happened.

Why would I be
glad this happened?

Because you said the puppy
pairing was a bad idea.

Well, it is a bad idea,
but I don't want to see

a puppy going missing or
you being all stressed out.

Oh. Well, thank you.

- That's very nice.
- You're welcome.

I think it
went that way.

♪

In here?
He's not here.

His name is
Clarence.

Clare-- You named
the Christmas puppy?

- Of course.
- Interesting.

I believe that connections
grow in all spaces

based on the energy
and effort that you put in,

and that applies to
magical puppies, too.

Just never thought about
it like that.

You think I'm
ridiculous.

I do think you're ridiculous,
but not about this.

It actually makes sense. In
order to create a connection,

you need to have
a connection to it.

That's what you
mean, right?

That's exactly
what I mean.

Well, good.

(whining)

Ah! Oh! Oh, gosh.
Oh, no, no.

Get it away. Get it away.
Get away.

Get away. Get away.
Shoo. Shoo. Shoo.

(Patrick sneezing) Oh.

(sneezing) Oh!
Oh, no.

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

Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!
I'm really allergic.

Can someone please-- Oh!
Oh, no, no, no.

(gasps)
She's going to help him!

- (Patrick groaning)
- (Monica gasping)

Patrick: I need a
tissue. I need a tissue.

Monica: Oh, no!
Be careful! Ah!

(screaming) Oh!

Ooh! Ooh, ooh, burn.

Ooh, ooh.

Ice. Aloe.
Uh, uh, medic?

Someone! Medic!

Well, hi there.

Is it time to find you
a little home?

Michael: So... job
well done?

(all groaning)

Oh, hey, Gabriel.

Um, I think I just heard
someone call my name.

Did you hear
that? Bye!

Monica, Michael,
have a seat.

Oh.

Gabriel: Okay.
Okay. Remind me.

Did I or did I not tell you
to work together on this?

You did, sir.

And did I or did
I not mention

that we're at risk of
being downsized?

You did, sir.

So why do I
have one Tenderheart

nursing minor
burns on his hand

and the other
Tenderheart alone,

fostering a puppy?

♪

This is not two
Tenderhearts

closer to becoming
soulmates.

Having Michael
there distracted me, sir.

You're supposed to be working
together, combining forces.

Divide and feather,
all those things, remember?

Yeah, I remember, but she's not
too keen on working with me,

boss, and also, there's
Mirabelle. Uh...

You don't know
what you're doing!

You don't know
what you're doing.

Gabriel: Enough.
You two are my best angels.

You're the best
of the best,

but right now,
you're acting like

you just
got your wings.

Well, I did kind
of just get my wings.

Semantics.
I'm just saying

that I have to report
to Cloud Command

on the status of all
of our successful matches,

and right now,
we have none.

So get it together, you
two, because I do not want

to be sharing an office
with Cupid. You hearing me?

Ugh. Those bows
and arrows? (chuckling)

Together, a team.

Fine.

Fine. Fine.

Fine.

(sighing)

Oh. Not to be critical,
but your landing was a bit off.

Could use
a little work.

This is not
the time for jokes.

(sighing)

Never in my
centuries at the DCC

have I ever been
reprimanded until now.

My work as a Christmas
Connection Angel is a disaster.

Michael: What?
A rough start, sure,

but I mean,
we're not cupids,

the little bows
and arrows!

We are creators.

We set the scene.

We push
fate into motion.

I mean, it takes brains
to do what we do,

not just little wings,
you know?

I know
what our job is.

Thank you, Michael.

We are Christmas
Connection Angels.

It is a
top-tier gig.

The matches are
already made,

but we're there to
just nudge them along.

It's not that hard.

Did you miss the part
where Patrick was scalded

while having
an allergy attack?

Minor detail.

Look. Here's
the thing, is,

we can't continue arguing,
because it's not gonna work.

We're not arguing.
You're just wrong.

Oh, okay. Well, why don't
we just try a more angelic way?

You know,
wings together,

one mission,
you and I.

What do you say?

Mm. No.

Okay.

♪

What are you doing?

We're wreath-making,

and I'm fixing this one,
because it's practically naked.

It needs to have a bow,
and people are watching.

What are you
talking about?

What? Pinecones,
holly,

those are just
the bones,

but the bow,
the bow, I mean,

that's-- that's the soul of
the wreath, you know,

ties it all
together.

- Monica: Mm-hmm.
- Literally.

Funniest story.
One time,

a Tenderheart
couple I paired up,

they actually connected
over debating bow placement.

She was a little
off-center.

He was more of
a traditionalist.

It was a real
wreath-to-romance pipeline.

The sparks were flying,
if you know what I mean.

Mm-hmm. How
do you know that?

Because I might
have been observing

a little more closely
than I should have been.

Oh, you broke
the HARK!

Bent. Nudged.

Gently massaged.

(huffs)

Look. What I'm trying
to say though,

is we need to get in the mind
of the Tenderhearts

and do the things
the Tenderhearts do,

like wreath-making.

Trust me. It helps.

Also, trust me.
It won't be fun.

In fact, it's going to
be so miserable.

You're very serious
about this.

Michael: Only about
important things,

like bows and
saving Christmas.

Okay. There.

See? Perfect.

I mean emotionally
perfect. Structurally,

it's a disaster, but...

(chuckles)
It has character.

Yeah.

Okay. So...
what now?

Uh, uh, now,
we, uh...

we shake on
it, you know?

No fun at all,

just, like,
serious business,

just angelic
professionalism.

Angel's honor.

Fine.

♪

Monica: So, what
are we doing here?

Well, we need to figure out what
Patrick actually does for fun.

Monica: I have been
studying Patrick all year.

He doesn't have fun.
He works and volunteers

and spends time with his
adoptive grandmother, Elaine.

That's it.

Elaine. That's how
he has fun.

We can't just guess.
We need to see

what she brings
out in him,

you know, what
matters to him now,

what actually excites him.

So you want
to spy on him.

Observe, casually.

Like holiday ninjas.

Checkmate. I still
got it, don't I?

Every time.

(sighing) They do a beautiful
Christmas setup here, huh?

Very nice.
I'm comfortable here.

Patrick: Good. Yeah. Do you
feel like you're back at home?

Patrick, dear,
you're a sweetheart,

but you've been
here all morning.

It's a beautiful
day outside.

You really should be
out with your friends.

I am with
my friends.

People your own
age, darling.

My whole
world's online.

Real-life friends
are overrated.

Did I tell you how
close I am

to cracking this
sequencing code at work?

It could be my
Christmas miracle.

Um, but I'll get back to
that later tonight.

I just worry that you're giving
too much to your online world

and keeping too
little for yourself

out here in
the real world.

I know how much
you love your work,

and I do appreciate
the time you spend with me,

but please,
think about it.

I think about everything
that you talk to me about.

Oh, speaking of
which, my algorithm

keeps bringing up
this dance.

It's called
the Christmas foxtrot.

My phone must have heard
us talking about something

last time I was here.

Anyhow, I-- I
spent hours... (chuckles)

...watching
reels about it.

Um, it's kind of
an old-fashioned dance.

- You ever heard of it?
- Heard of it?

Honey, I won my
high school dance trophy

in heels and a petticoat
doing the foxtrot.

- (Patrick laughing)
- Stand up.

- What?
- Oh, come on.

- No, no, no.
- You brought it up.

- I just--
- Don't worry. I'll lead.

(Patrick groaning)

You know, boy,
you better. (chuckles)

Elaine: Alright.
Just lift this up here.

Patrick:
Mm-hmm. Oh.

Slow. Quick. Quick.

(Patrick chuckling)

- Slow.
- Slow.

Both:
Quick. Quick.

- Patrick: Alright.
- Both: Slow. Slow.

Quick. Quick.

- Alright. Let me try.
- Knocking things over now.

Alright.

I've always loved watching
the Tenderhearts dance.

It's the one thing I always
thought looked so nice.

Wait. Are you telling me you
haven't tried dancing, either?

Well, uh, I mean,

sure, by myself at
a DCC Christmas party,

but never... with
someone, like that, I mean...

Have you?

I mean...

Well, no.
(chuckles)

Not like that.

You're right, though.
It does, like you said,

look really fun.

No. I didn't
say "fun."

Sweet. Fun.
It's the same thing.

It's just so...

- Just looks so harmless.
- Mm-hmm.

Maybe an angel wouldn't be sent
to the mailroom for dancing.

(stammering)
No. No.

We were lucky enough
to be born angels.

It's our purpose.

We're destined.

Our entire existence
is to help others.

It's not
about what we want.

Michael: Maybe
sometimes it should be.

♪

We need to focus.
What have we learned here?

Michael: We have learned
that Patrick's Achille heel

is the cha-cha.

I think it's the foxtrot.

Whatever. Okay.
Let's go.

♪

I can't believe we're so
close to Christmas.

I am not ready.

Really?
You look ready.

This is just
for my cousins.

I haven't even started
on my siblings.

Daisy: Well, you're
way ahead of me.

Don't think I have
one gift yet.

Of course
you haven't.

You're working
24-seven.

I'm working 24-seven
because of my book deadline.

I still can't believe what
you're writing about, Daisy.

Why would
you say that?

- Christmas tales of love?
- And?

Daisy Willoughby, you
are writing a book about love,

but you know
nothing about it.

- That is not true.
- Mm. I seem to remember

your last serious relationship
being in high school.

Okay. Well, it was,

but writing does not need to
be based on experience.

Imagination is
just as powerful.

Plus, it's about
senior citizens' story of love.

My grandpa's
idea, actually.

Aw. Well,
that's cute.

Well, in any case,

I'm just glad
you moved back home,

even though I only see you
once every three months.

I know. I know.
I'm the worst.

No. You're
literally the best.

That's why I want to
see you more.

Yeah. Well, I'm still trying
to convince my grandpa

to warm up to
the idea

of moving into that
retirement residence.

Well, I'm sure if
you love it, he will, too.

Daisy: Yeah. In between work
and time with my grandpa,

I feel like I hardly have
time to breathe.

So tell me why you're
fostering a puppy?

Fair point.

(both laughing)

So, she's shopping
with a friend.

We already know
that Daisy's overworked.

Michael: Mm-hmm. Yeah. You
know, it's the one thing I love

about these Tenderhearts,
is, they say

everything
they're feeling.

We already know
all of this.

Why are we here?

We are here to spread a
little joy and have some fun.

- (Monica groaning)
- Don't worry. Not you.

Daisy and Patrick.

You're bringing
Patrick here?

Yeah. Trust me.

- I don't.
- Well, you should.

♪

I can't believe
you're setting up a love match

without
any preparation.

Michael: Come on.
Just have some faith.

(groaning)
Patrick, Daisy,

you're so close
to your soulmate.

Just put your
phone down!

You know, this calls
for a little ninja star.

(speaking indistinctly)

(phone ringing)

One second.

Hello? Hi, Mom.

What do you mean, you can't put
up the Christmas tree?

You got a nine-foot
tree? Why?

Okay. Okay.
Stop. No.

Don't do it by yourself.
I'll be right there.

Sorry, Dais. I got to
go save my mom

- from her giant Christmas tree.
- Of course.

- I'll call you later?
- Yes.

Okay. Bye.

Good luck.

Ready to see
a little magic?

(Christmas
music playing)

Michael, what are
you doing?

♪ 'Tis the season
to be jolly ♪

Michael: What's it
look like I'm doing?

It's a Christmas
flash mob!

♪ La la la la

- Monica: Christmas flash mob?
- Christmas flash mob.

What's the one thing
we learned about Patrick?

It's that he loves
to dance with Elaine.

He's a real
Fred Astaire.

- Oh, did we learn that?
- Yeah.

♪ Troll the ancient
yuletide carol ♪

Lookit.

Monica: Oh, just look up
from your phones!

♪ Fa la la la
la la la la la ♪

- Oh!
- Monica: Oh, they're so close!

Come on!

(music continuing)

Uh-huh.

Monica: Mm. Patrick doesn't
look like he's enjoying this.

Yeah. Okay.

♪

That way. No. Um, if
I could-- Guys?

♪

Dance them together.

That's not a thing.

It is now.

Okay.

♪ Fa la la la la la

Hey, hey! Oh, what do
you think you're doing?

We're all dancing.
We're having fun here.

(Michael chuckling)

Okay.

Dance.

♪

♪

♪

♪ Fast away
the old year passes ♪

♪ Fa la la la
la la la la la ♪

♪ Fa la la la la

♪ La la la la

(Monica laughing)

Where did they go?

Oh, no.

Oh, biscuits!

(Monica sighing)

♪

(Michael sighing)

Where are
the marshmallows?

- What?
- Monica, the marshmallows.

It's not Christmas hot chocolate
if there are no marshmallows.

Okay. Uh, oh.

Aha.

Thank you.

(clearing throat)
You know,

Christmas flash mob was
a... great idea.

It really was, right?
I thought it was good.

I mean, but who doesn't
like dancing, right?

I mean, what is this
place, Footloose?

What's Footloose?

Footloose, the movie.

Kevin Bacon.

It was very impactful cinema.
You don't know it?

Okay. Well, I may have
missed Footloose,

- but, um--
- Crazy.

I did see plagues and
revolutions and powdered wigs.

And I have been matchmaking
through all of that,

but I have never seen
a Christmas flash mob.

That was a first.

It was
pretty cool, right?

I mean, you got to admit,
it was pretty cool.

I guess that's what
I'm trying to say, is,

it's important sometimes
to put yourself

into their... glitter-covered,
holiday-filled shoes.

It can be fun.

They do like their
holiday shoes.

- They do.
- And their holiday sweaters.

- So cute.
- They really do.

Okay. Why don't we
try going back to basics?

Fine. Let's
go back to basics.

Let me take
some marshmallows.

(Monica sighing)

Man: And do you like this
retirement residence?

- Daisy: Yeah.
- Man: Nice people, you say?

- Very nice people, Granddad.
- Mm.

In fact, some of them I plan
to interview for my book,

"Senior Love Match."

- Is that right?
- It is.

It's actually really
sweet, Granddad.

From all the research
that I've done,

I've heard that falling
in love in your 70s

is just as special as
it was back in your 20s.

Hopefully,
I'll know one day.

Well, with a smile
like that, I'm sure.

Oh, and did I
tell you?

At the seniors'
residence,

they said that you can
do a trial run.

So, you can sleep there for a
few nights, see if you like it.

How's the food?

The food is good.

I think.

(both chuckling)

Ah. This is
the one. I love it.

Nathan:
She's a beaut, alright.

Patrick:
Listen. Listen.

I'm at the
tree farm now.

I'm not letting you
get another artificial tree.

No. It doesn't look like
they have any sitka,

just blue spruce.
(chuckling)

I know. I know. I clearly chose
the wrong tree farm.

Oh, there's one.

(blowing)

- Oh.
- Oh. Um, excuse me. So sorry.

Did you want
this tree?

Uh, I-- I did, but
it's okay.

I'm sure that I could
find another sitka.

- Sitka?
- Uh, yes. Yes.

That's just the genus
of Christmas tree

- that I'm looking for.
- Oh, I know what a sitka is.

I'm just surprised that
someone else prefers a sitka

over a blue spruce.

Patrick: (laughing)
You, too?

Yeah. Yeah. My granddad
is a horticulturist,

so tree sap runs
in my blood.

Oh. That must
be sticky.

(both laughing)

(squealing) Yes!
See? See? See?

This is what happens when you
have real connection.

All you need is
something that is simple

and elegant and classic.

Classic. Yes. They can't
even see each other.

Yet. They will.

Give it a flicker.

And I could be
mistaken, but it looks

like you're having a lot
of fun, and I like to see that.

No. You're wrong.

Oh. It's just that
you were jumping.

No. I do not jump.

Hopping.

Hey there, folks.
Need a hand with anything?

- (clearing throat) No.
- No.

- No.
- We're good.

- You sure?
- Both: Yeah.

Well, you know you're
under the mistletoe, right?

It's...

Michael:
Oh.

That.

(stammering) We're just,
um, uh, just working.

- Working.
- You sure?

- Yes.
- Well, like, not, like,

work here, work
here, but working.

It's kind of bad luck
to just hang out

under the mistletoe without
any kissing.

No, no. No. It doesn't count.
We're fine. Thank you.

Thank you.

Here's the thing, okay?
So, these mistletoe moments,

they're kind of sort
of part of my job.

I take a picture
of the kiss.

We put it online,
get some oohs, some aahs.

It gets shared
around. We go viral.

But, uh,
that doesn't happen

if I don't take
a picture, right?

So, I can get in really
big trouble, guys.

It's my holiday job.
It's almost Christmas.

My mom is going to kill me
if I do that, and it's--

Okay, okay, okay,
okay! Yes, yes, yes.

We will do the kiss.

- We will?
- Oh, we can't be responsible

for a Tenderheart being
fired at Christmas.

You're right.

We'll do
the kissing.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Yeah. We'll do the-- the--
the kissing. (clears throat)

- Viral.
- Okay.

- And just take the picture.
- Okay.

Henry: Okay, and...

♪

- (camera beeps)
- Excuse me there, lovebirds.

Patrick! No!
Oh! We missed them!

We lost them!
Ah, biscuits!

Ugh! We need to
back and regroup.

(beeping)

(camera snapping)

Hello?

♪

There you are.

I'm so excited. I've been having
so much success with Marcus.

Marcus?

Yeah. You know,
Daisy's best friend?

You met the other night
before the dance-off.

Oh. Him. Right.

Anyways, things
are going so smoothly.

You are such
a genius.

I'm definitely not
a genius.

Wait. Why do you
think I'm a genius?

I mean, the Brewed Awakening
just works every time.

(sighing)

(whimpering)

Oh, no. What's wrong?

Yes, coffee collisions
are supposed to be

the most
elegant set-up.

It's one of the oldest
tricks in the book.

Sorry, I forgot it didn't
work with Patrick and Daisy.

Yeah. I'm just going
over all of my old notes,

because I've been doing this
successfully for centuries

and suddenly none of my
methods are working.

Well, how is
having a partner?

Is Michael
helping at all?

No. No. He's not.

He's reckless and
a rule-breaker,

and he's
over the top.

And do you know that
he drinks

hot chocolate
with marshmallows?

And?

And he just chooses
not to follow the HARK,

and he doesn't even get
reprimanded for it.

Monica, you just
love rules.

They make you feel like
you're always going

to be successful.

But some people like
to march to their own beat,

and the HARK is
just a guideline.

I mean, you said
it yourself.

The way Tenderhearts
behave now is so different

than 200 years ago.

What worked then really
shouldn't work now.

Times have
changed, evolved.

Maybe we
should be, too.

You sound
like Michael.

I'm just saying,
perhaps maybe consider

he might have
a point.

Maybe see how you work
together as a team.

See how you feel.

It's the soul matches that
matter, not my feelings.

I'm just saying, try
the hot chocolate.

Could be delicious.

(knocking)

Monica,
Mirabelle, hi.

Listen. Was wondering if I
might borrow a feather.

Don't have my wings
yet, as you know,

but I've almost got
a match down on Earth,

and I'd like
to see it through.

Uh, yes, Darcy. Of-- Of course
you can borrow a feather.

Here you go.
Good luck.

Safe travels.

Great. So, now, angels who
don't even have their wings yet

are surpassing me.

Maybe you should go for
a jog in the clouds.

You know, some
fresh air.

That always helps clear your
head when you're worried.

Yes. You're right.

I should go get some
exercise in the clouds.

Thanks, Mirabelle.

You're a
good friend.

(Monica sighing)

(inhaling deeply)

Okay.

(inhaling deeply)

(sighing deeply)

(birds chirping)

(Michael groaning)

- Drat.
- (Michael groaning)

Excuse me. I booked
the clouds for this time.

(groaning) Biscuits!

No need for...

(Monica sighing
emphatically)

...profanities, Monica.

Sorry.

What are
you doing here?

Uh... I'm doing the same
thing you're doing, you know,

just clearing my mind,

getting
some exercise. Ow.

Didn't picture you as
a star breather.

Michael:
Oh, really?

Why? Because I
like Tenderheart movies?

No, because you wear
your shirts so fitted.

(chuckling)

Did Monica the miracle
Christmas angel

just make a joke?

So, how you been?

Not-- Not great, actually.

Oh?

Monica: Yeah.

(stammering)

This has just been
a really hard decade for me.

The... Christmas...

spirit used to help used
to help Christmas matches

go so smoothly, and now,

I just don't know what is wrong
with the Tenderhearts anymore.

Cell phones, social media,

scrolling, reels,
their heads down, you know?

I feel bad.
The Tenderhearts' world,

it's really... loud.

But that's not the issue we're
having.

With Patrick and Daisy,

that's-- we're not having
that issue with them.

I think what we need to do is
just understand them, honestly.

Right. Yes, honestly.

I think that's-- that's
probably-- probably right.

Monica, the reason I haven't
been sent to the mailroom

for straying outside of the
HARK is because I told Gabriel

years ago that, if I was
to make good connections,

I need to understand
the Tenderhearts.

And I know that I'm young,

but I just felt like I needed
that in order to do what I do.

(sighing)
Sorry.

I don't know why that all
just came out. I don't know--

No, no, no.
Thank you for... sharing.

Can I ask you a question?

What is it about
Tenderheart dancing

that makes you so curious?

Don't think I could
put a feather on it.

Just try. Try it.

Okay.
It's the heart to heart of it.

You know how,
when they're so close

and it just looks
so soft and... serene?

Like in the times
of the grand ballrooms,

when they would slow dance.

Everything just
looks so...

...glimmery.

Yeah, dancing slowly
looks really glimmery.

Can I ask you a question?

Yes. Yeah.

Is there any Earth things
that you haven't... tried yet?

Or is that a silly question

because you've
just done them all?

Are you kidding me?

There are so many
things I haven't done,

especially...

Like what?

The fun ones, you know,
that demand having a partner.

You know...

What?

- Snowball fight.
- (gasping)

That's so awesome.

A snowball fight,
it's on my bucket list!

It just looks so fun!

That swirl of white chaos,

the perfect aim of fluffy powder
as it flies through the air.

(gasping)

You're full
of surprises, Michael.

You're a whippersnapper.

Thank you.

(Monica chuckling)

So, should--
should we... try again?

A more, like, strategic,
organized attempt?

It's not a chess match.

You sure?

What would you prefer?

A romantic evening
of storm chasing?

I've never done that. That
actually sounds really good.

We should do that.
That's a good idea.

Actually...

I want to show you something.

Okay.

Where are we?

Somewhere special.

Okay.

I really appreciated
you telling me

why you haven't been demoted
for not following the HARK.

So, I wanted to share
this with you.

Okay.

This is where I matched

Patrick's great-great-great
-great grandparents.

Really? Wow.

They met right over there

while their parents
were attending a dance.

They arrived
on horse and carriage.

It was so beautiful.

That's why Patrick and
Daisy's match is so....

(sighing)
...important to me.

I've been guiding this family's
heartstrings for generations.

It's a legacy
of soulmate matches.

Michael:
Legacy of soulmate matches?

That's incredible.

I don't think any of my matches

have turned into a legacy
of family matches like this.

- Really?
- Michael: Yeah.

Have you ever looked into
what happens to your couples

after the magic of
Christmas wears off?

I mean, yeah,

of course, I've checked in
on them, kind of.

Actually, not really.

Okay, so, what do we do

after the sparkle of
Christmas connection wears off?

Well, traditionally
the ones that last

have a different type
of connection, you know?

A kind of layered nuance
that's essential.

I don't know anymore.

Times are changing.

Can I show you something?

Yeah.

This is Patrick's family tree.

It's a love story of the ages.

Wow.

After Patrick's parents died,

I wasn't sure if he
would trust love again.

Wait. His parents died?

How did I not know that?

Well, that's why Elaine
took him in when he was ten.

That's so beautiful.

Yeah.

And she was on track to
become a world chess champion,

and she chose to
create her own family

instead of chasing trophies.

Hmm.

Oh.

Here's Patrick's parents
on their wedding day.

Wow.

Okay, wait.
So, you matched the entire line?

Actually, this makes sense now.

That's why Patrick and
Daisy mean so much to you.

It's not just
about saving the DCC.

It's a much deeper connection.

Exactly.

Thank you for listening.

Thank you for telling me
and bringing me here.

It's beautiful.

Okay, so, let's try your way.

What do you want to do next?

I thought you'd never ask.

♪ There is snow
outside the window ♪

♪ But it makes me feel so warm,
gives me power to hold on ♪

♪ Whatever you sent
took away the limbo ♪

♪ 'Cause I know
you'll be back home

♪ And you've been
gone for so long ♪

♪ Oh

♪ I don't want anything else
than what I already have ♪

♪ I don't need anything more
than you've got, I confess ♪

♪ The season feels like magic

♪ I forgot all of the sadness

♪ 'Cause at Christmas,
everything gets better ♪

♪ And the past can
also be your present ♪

♪ All the people

♪ Santa brings together

♪ Old mistakes don't
matter for a day ♪

♪ I wish for
Christmas every day ♪

♪ Every day

Monica, Michael.

Imagine my surprise to hear

that you two are working
so well together,

that you had time for a...

near kiss the mistletoe
there on earth.

We, we were working hard, sir.

There was a Tenderheart,
and she was gonna get fired.

Yeah, and it's not like
we actually, you know...?

Oh, I don't. Listen,
I called you two back here

to remind you that we need
all pistons firing on this.

They are, sir.
-

- All the pistons.
- Because I just received

an update from Christmas
Cloud Command and, well...

Wait, wait.

Cloud Command is weighing
in on our case?

They don't normally
do that, do they?

Gabriel: No, they don't.

However,
the urgency of this case

has just hit 10,000,
so they are now.

Wait. Is this more urgent
than downsizing?

Yes, more urgent
than downsizing

because the timeline for Patrick
and Daisy has been updated.

- Updated?
- The timeline has moved up.

You two need to create this
love match by Christmas Day.

- That's in two days.

- Or all is lost.
- All is lost?

All... is... lost.

When you say "all is lost",
you mean...?

They'll never find their way
back to each other ever again.

That's why they call it
"all is lost", Michael.

Sounds pretty bad, then.

Yeah, you could say that.

In my hundreds
of years as an angel,

I've only ever seen it
happen a few times,

and the consequences were dire.

This is similar.

I just have so many
questions right now.

No, we've got to go.
We've got to go.

Yes, we've got to go. Okay.

Uh, Gabriel, you can count
on us. All will not be lost.

- Monica?
- Yes, we're on it.

All right.

This is where they meet.
This is it.

There's Elaine?

- Monica: And...

- Nathan.
- ...Nathan?

Wait. Where's Patrick?

Where's Daisy?
She should be here.

I was sure she
was going to be here.

- Oh, I'm so disorganized.
- No, no, no.

No, no. This is good.
This is okay.

It just means we're early.
We're just here a bit early.

So, that's going to be--

Wait.
That's their relatives.

This is actually a good thing.

This is actually...
a really good thing.

But it really is charming.
Pains me to say it,

but I was expecting
something different.

Point I'm trying to make is
I'm happy my granddaughter

had me come and test run
the place, so to speak.

Oh, so,
you think you'll move in then?

I do. Staff even said they
have a room available,

and I could be in
before Christmas, in fact.

That is splendid.

Check.

Wow.

You really were serious

when you said you knew
a thing or two about chess.

Oh, just a little.

I hope I can give you
enough of a challenge

to make it interesting.

Oh, I find you
interesting, all right.

Check again.

Patrick's here a lot, you say.
That he's, uh,

like
a grandson, but not quite?

That's right.

But you know,
Patrick spends so much time

trying to be here for me that I
fear he forgets to be happy

for himself sometimes.

Nathan: Hmm.

My Daisy is the same.
Always writing stories,

head in her book or iPad,
or looking after me,

but never feels like she's
looking out for herself.

Hmm. I guess we have
that in common, then.

Seems that we do.

If you don't mind me admitting,

I'm quite fond
of our time together.

Makes moving here
all the more interesting.

(both chuckling)

This is an accidental
maybe match.

(snapping)
Let me show you something.

(sighing)
What is this?

This is my soul-scenario map.

These are all the
couples I almost match,

my nearly misses.
I call them my 'maybe matches'.

I run them through a simulator
and I test alternate paths.

Are you saying you
practice your soul matches?

Some good ol'
Christmas logistics.

It helps me feel like
I'm part of their story,

even though I'm not
the one writing it.

Oh. We've got Daisy
and Patrick on here.

Michael: Yes. Yes, I've run
them through multiple times,

and as you know, they keep
slipping past each other

because they're working, they're
absent-minded, they're clumsy,

they've got their
heads down in their phones.

(snapping)
Wait.

Nathan and Elaine,
they had a spark, right?

They definitely did.

They were laughing
like teenagers.

That's it.

They need to make
each other laugh.

The small moments in-between.

The minutes within the seconds.

That's where the
real spark ignites.

Always.

- Music.
- Concert.

Christmas carols.

Yes! Now, we're talking.

Let's give them
something to sing about.

(chattering)

Thanks for showing up.
I'm so nervous.

I haven't seen anyone since
that last guy ghosted me.

Wait. You got ghosted?

Vanished before dessert,
mid-meal.

Classic holiday romance.

Awful.

But honestly, I'm not surprised.

It's brutal out there.
I've tried.

Apps, set-ups...

One guy thought a bag of
gummy bears counted as dinner.

Another said I was

"wife material,
but not vacation material."

- Oh, honey...
- I know you think

I've just been hiding from love,
but the truth is

I just haven't found
anyone that actually shows up.

Or maybe I'm just too much.

You are not too much,
Daisy Willoughby.

They are just not enough.

I really did used to believe
that love was magical.

These days, I don't know.

Well, tonight,
let's pretend like it still is.

Mm. Cheers to that.

Cheers.

Oh, my goodness.

That's the guy I've
been talking to online.

That's him, right?

Oh, yeah. That is him.

So, what are you waiting for?

Go.

- Seize the day.
- Okay.

- Go, go, go, go.
- Okay, I will.

Here goes nothing.

- You got this.
- (exhaling sharply)

Okay...
Hi.

I'm so glad you
decided to come, Patrick.

I know that you've
been buried in research.

I'll always drop
my data sets for you.

I just wish you'd
make the same time

to meet the granddaughter
of my new neighbor, Nathan.

Sounds like she spends about as
much time socializing as you do.

This new neighbor,
you keep talking about him.

Did I tell you that we played
chess again this morning?

Oh, did he cry
when you beat him?

Oh, stop.

What? Did he?

Well, the competition
wasn't great,

but the conversation is always
lovely, and it always comes back

to his granddaughter and you.

I will meet her when
the universe wants me to,

but until then, you're my date.

Do you think this is gonna work?

I don't know.

Well, we haven't
reached 'all is lost' yet.

No, we have not.

(Monica sighing)

Where is Mirabelle?
I don't know.

I don't-- oh.

Oh.

Don't worry, guys.
I got this.

Monica: Yeah.

All right, Christmas people,
we are about to kick off

our festive fair tonight
with some Christmas caroling.

And who will sing first?

Our first duet is...
Patrick and Daisy.

Do we have a Patrick
and Daisy here tonight?

I have a Patrick
right over here.

Oh...

Elaine, what are you doing?

Oh, they called your name,
sweetheart.

- No.
- Don't be shy.

Go ahead. Go, go.

No.

There's a Daisy
right over here.

I'm Daisy,

but I didn't put my name in a
hat, so it's okay. I'm good.

Yeah, and I'm Patrick,

but I didn't volunteer
for this either.

No, no, no, no.
They're so close.

They're so close.
We have to do something.

What are we gonna do?
Mirabelle, do something.

- Come on, come on, come on.
- What?

Oh my gosh, this is so funny.

We're also Patrick and Daisy.

We are?

- Yes! We should have--
- We are-- we--

- Yes, we are...
- Yes.

I'm Dai-- I'm Patrick,
and this is Daisy,

and we have the same names

as the other Daisy and Patrick.

We should-- we should have
a du-- we should have a duet!

Duo.
How about we have them come up?

- Patrick!
- Patrick!

BOTH: Daisy!

All: Patrick! Daisy!

- No, no.
- All: Patrick!

- Daisy!
- Patrick: No.

Patrick! Daisy!

- No, I don't want to.
- Go on!

All: Patrick! Daisy!

Patrick! Daisy!

- I'll do it.
- All: Patrick! Daisy!

Patrick! Daisy!
(audience applauding)

Right on.
Get on up here, you guys.

Hi. Daisy. Daisy.

Patrick, how's it going?
Nice to meet you.

Let's sing a festive song.

All right, let's fa-la-la
our way into this, everybody.

(guitar playing)

♪

One, two, three, four.

♪ Deck the halls
with boughs of holly ♪

♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la

♪ Tis the season to be jolly

♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la

♪ Don we now our gay apparel

♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la

♪ Troll the ancient
Yuletide carol ♪

♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la

Wah!

Oh!

Oh my gosh.

(speaking inaudibly)

Shh, shh, shh.

Everybody is
talking about us.

Who's talking about us?

Pretty sure I just heard
Darcy talking about us.

That was such a bad idea.

We never should
have gone up there.

Okay, well, let's not be
so hard on ourselves.

I think everything's
gonna be fine.

Why aren't you being
harder on yourself?

Monica, Michael, my office now.

Gotta go. Bye.

You two have made a mess.

Cloud Command now
wants hourly updates,

if you can imagine that.

Not to mention, we're trending
on the Celestial Stream.

Trending!

Which is bad!

But kinda good.
But I'm going with bad.

Sir, if I may...

I take responsibility.

No. I take responsibility.

(sighing)
I lied.

It was my idea to pretend
to be Daisy and Patrick.

- That's on me.
- Michael: Well, no.

I mean,
it was both of our ideas.

We went in there.
(stammering)

It wasn't even
really a lie-lie.

It was more of a
feather-sized fib,

you know, because we were--

we were trying
to save the mission

before the 'all is lost'.

Cloud Command wants
a fall angel, so I'm sorry,

Monica,
but you're under review.

You're excused.

- No, no, no. Wait.
- No, Michael.

It's okay, really.

We really did get so close.

That's got to
count for something.

And I do think that
it would have been

the perfect first meeting
Christmas love story.

Yeah.

♪

You're right. I mean...

You're right.

Some angels just
don't have what it takes

to make a true soul connection.

I am really going to miss...

having my wings.

Michael, come on, don't do this.

No, I blew it. I blew it,
and Monica deserves better.

This is quite the generous
gift you're making.

Giving up your wings,
so that she can keep hers?

Look, she's been around
for hundreds of years,

and I show up and
I mess everything up,

and if giving up my wings means
giving people the opportunity

to see her smiling again,
well...

it's worth it.

Well, you are a
one-of-a-kind, Michael.

And for that,
I'm going to give you...

two feathers, so you can pop
down to Earth, if you need to.

Thank you.

But just remember, now that
you're without your wings,

once you use up
those two feathers,

you can't go back to Earth.

So, use them wisely.

Right.

Thank you, Gabriel.

And good luck with
Patrick and Daisy.

I hope Darcy
can put them together

because they're a very...
very special couple.

Aren't they all?

(sighing)

♪

(inhaling sharply)

(exhaling sharply)

(chattering)

Oh, hey.

Hi. Could I get a...

Barista: Uh...

...hot chocolate, please?

For sure. Coming right up.

And one hot chocolate.

(sobbing)

(sobbing)

Are you okay, sweetheart?

Oh. Sorry.

Oh,
why don't you come sit with me?

I'm sorry.

I've... never cried before.

I don't know what's
happening to me.

Here I am,

so very inappropriately crying.

Oh, honey, It's all right.

It's a shame, though,
since it's Christmas Eve.

It is?

I can't believe
I didn't know that.

That's not like me
at all either.

Those are some pretty
big tears you got there.

Looks like heartache to me.

Heartache?

Do you have a pit aching
right here in your heart?

Is that what's making me cry?

I've-- I've never felt
this feeling before.

Seems to me...

that's the cause.

Do you play?

- A bit.
- Well, come on.

No sense wallowing in all that.

Okay.

Well, well,
seems like you play

more than just a little.

I have always liked... strategy.

I just can't believe Michael
would betray me like that.

Why would he tell Gabriel
everything was my fault

behind my back?

Why would he do that?

Ah, betrayal.
It's like losing your queen

to someone who made you
think they couldn't play,

a move you never saw coming,

but one that changes
the game entirely.

That's right.

He changed the game entirely.

Well, life does have a way
of surprising us sometimes.

I suppose so.

Well, my girl, you are
keeping me on my toes.

Not something that happens
very often, if I'm being honest.

You should always be honest.

Hmm...

Isn't that the truth?

But you know, sometimes,
things aren't black and white

in chess or in our lives,
for that matter.

I'm starting to realize that.

Nothing like heartache
to teach you that lesson.

What is your name?

You look kind of familiar.

Um, I should go because
it's Christmas Eve.

Um, will-- will you go, too?

Well, no.

I'm waiting for a friend.

I'm going to make some new
Christmas memories this year.

Well, merry Christmas.

Well, wait a second.

You haven't even touched
your hot chocolate.

Oh, excuse me, dear.
Merry Christmas.

How are you?

Oh, well, it's good to see you.

Good to see you.

♪

(harp playing "Silent Night")

♪

(harp continues playing)

♪

(harp playing)

♪

(sighing)

(harp continues playing)

♪

(harp playing)

(book thudding)

(harp playing)

♪

Monica...

try to keep it down, would ya?

Michael,
what are you doing here?

I don't know.

I was looking for
some kind of...

divine intervention.

(exhaling sharply)

It's a good thing
we're in a church.

I know.

Why?

Because if were anywhere else,

I would be giving you
a piece of my mind right now.

A piece of your mind?

I thought you were
here to thank me.

- Thank you?
- Yes.

You totally threw me
off the cloud.

I heard what
you said to Gabriel.

You said that I don't have
what it takes anymore.

Can't believe
you'd be so selfish.

I'm so disappointed
in you, Michael.

Thank you,
why would I thank you?

Because I didn't say that.

I took responsibility
for everything.

You took responsibility?

For everything.

And I gave up my wings,
Monica...

...for you.

What?

You were right.

I heard you in Gabriel's office,
and you were right.

It was the perfect
first meeting story.

It really was.

I was just trying
to salvage the mission.

Well, I was just
trying to salvage... us.

I...

I thought I heard
you say you basically

were happy to be rid of me.

You definitely
did not hear me say that

because I did not say that.

I loved working with you.

Loved?

Mm-hmm.

Look, I guess I was just
trying to show you

that I could measure up,
and then it just-- I got...

I just couldn't do it.
I'm sorry.

I mean, I suppose I was

so busy trying to prove
that my methods still work

that I lost sight of why we were
doing this in the first place.

Maybe that's why
Cloud Command paired us,

so we'd stop trying to
prove something and just...

believe.

I think you might be right.

We probably should
have had this conversation

before we started
working together.

It's not exactly
top-tier angel behavior, is it?

(Monica sighing)

And now,
Darcy's on the case. Yeah.

Yeah.
But she's not you.

She's not us.

Do you think we still have time?

I mean, the deadline's
not till Christmas Day.

Should we give it
another try together?

Yes.

Yes, we should.

But wait, there's one problem.

I only got one feather left.

Well, then,
we better get this right.

Cinnamon cider.

Ooh. That smells like Christmas.
Thank you, Nathan.

Nathan: And this.

Something to say thank you

for making this place
feel like home.

I never thought I'd feel
that way again in my life.

A queen for the queen.

Elaine: Nathan...

I'm almost done my research.

Apparently, silencing

polygalacturonase genes means...

we keep the needles. Who knew?

Translation?

I developed a Christmas tree
that doesn't shed. My research.

Oh.

Isn't that a Christmas miracle?

Now, put that phone away.

Okay...

Oh!

Daisy.

Daisy: Hi, Grandpa.

That's your granddaughter?

Nathan: Yes.

Here, let me help.

Got it?

- You again.
- You again.

The concert stage girl.

Falling into Christmas tree guy.

I was hoping that
I'd run into you again.

So was I.

Michael: Shimmering and chime.

We did it.

Both:
The sealing of their love.

I don't think we've been
properly introduced.

I'm Daisy Willoughby.

Patrick Glenn.

The pleasure's all mine.

I don't suppose you want to
help me deliver Christmas gifts?

Deliver presents
on Christmas Day

with the prettiest girl
I think I've ever seen?

I most certainly would.

Monica: Oh...

I didn't see that coming.

A love surprised.

May I have this dance?

Elaine: Of course.

(big band jazz playing)

♪ Our love

♪ It takes time

♪ Could you be mine?

♪ Under the mistletoe

- ♪ Don't you know?
- Well, Michael...

I think our work
here is complete.

(big band jazz playing)

♪

I need to go.

(big band jazz
continues playing)

Okay, one more.

(big band jazz
continues playing)

Michael: Monica!

Where did you go?

I've been looking for you.
Are you okay?

Yeah. I just wanted
to make it official.

Snowball fight!

(laughing)

You got a good arm!

(laughing)

Thank you.

Look, I have something to tell
you, and I don't know

how to explain it, but it's
like, when I look at you

and I'm around you,
I get this feeling in my chest,

and I don't know how
to explain it, but it's like...

flutters
and butterflies.

No, I know. I know.

I-I already know
because I have it, too.

You do?

And I didn't...

think it could happen
for us, as angels,

but...

You feel it?

- Yeah.
- Like...

Fluttery, I know.

What does--
what does this mean?

- I don't know.
- (whooshing)

Gabriel!

Hi.

Okay, wow.

Honestly, you two are adorable.

Hugely irresponsible.

But to my point,

you saved Christmas,
you did it.

More importantly,
you saved yourselves.

What do you mean?

Daisy and Patrick were
the match on paper, sure.

But you two,

you're the match that
mattered... for us all.

Wait. What?

Yeah, we still don't
know what you mean.

Yes, I am the boss,
but I'm still an angel.

And yes, you two were my
greatest challenge, dare I say.

But just as
you two were successful

with Daisy and Patrick,
I was successful with you two.

Monica, you trusted

someone else to take
the lead for the first time,

and you dropped your guard,

even when you were unsure.
Michael,

you gave up your ways.

You stopped
bathing in the limelight

and even shined it
on someone who mattered more.

Together,

you two reminded us that angels
don't just guide soulmates.

Sometimes, they become them.

So, guess what?
Your mission's over.

You're both being promoted
to the best gig of all.

A life of love.

(snapping)

You look beautiful.

I think this is where
I ask you to dance.

Do you know how I've
longed to hear those words?

587 years, I believe.

I'm so glad you're
the one who's asking me.

(exhaling sharply)

♪

Two hearts...

Beating as one.

That was nice.

Yeah, that was nice.

Can we do that again?

♪

♪