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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?

♪

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