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It feels like Santa's almost here. It feels like Santa's almost

here. Locked in the picturesque Alps.

Katarina clutches onto Desmond, feeling his strong arms around her.

Ugh. This is so bad.

2 a .m.?

Hey,

Mila, it's me.

Obviously, you're sleeping because you're a normal person, but...

I just wanted to let you know that I'm not quite there yet. I mean, I'm close

-ish. Close to Jason.

But you'll have the new draft in your inbox when you wake up. That's the plan.

Caffeine. Check.

Lucky sweater.

Checky. Check. Check.

Ready to go. Check.

Nothing like a good night's sleep in your bed.

Well, that's going to have to do it.

here's the thing. The ending isn't working, but I think it may be

a larger problem.

Desmond Raines is absolutely perfect, but now he's almost too perfect.

You've built him into an unrealistic concept of a hero.

I have a theory, but I'm not sure if I should say it. Well, you can't

say that and not say it.

Maybe. Just.

Maybe being a romance novelist who's too picky to ever go on a second date is

starting to become a problem.

Well, what's wrong with having high standards?

You have impossible standards.

Okay, look, I'm just saying, you stopped looking for Desmond and started looking

for him. I have an idea.

Okay, great. I go away for a week to Silver Springs for Christmas, as always.

And then I'll come back recharged and ready to rewrite the end of my book.

Sounds fun, but no can do.

Izzy, your holiday -themed book was supposed to be available for the

You're going to make me work through Christmas?

That is so Ebenezer of you.

I'm sorry. The only reason I fought so hard to get you this third deadline is

because you're my most successful author and my best friend, which means you're

kind of okay.

And you're not that bad yourself.

Good morning, Handler Lodge.

Hey, Bob.

It's Izzy.

Izzy. Great to hear from you. I'll be seeing you in... a few hours, yes?

Unfortunately, no.

Oh, no. Did something happen? Are you okay?

No, I'm fine. It's just some work stuff came up. Well, why don't you come up and

work from here? I mean, you can write anywhere, right?

I can, but my editor said I need to rework my book.

Izzy...

I understand, but it just wouldn't be Christmas without you. I know. I worked

hard all year.

Antler Lodge is my favorite place on Earth.

Sorry for the pity party.

I'll see you next year.

Actually, there is something I should tell you.

Bob is retiring.

Who? The owner of the B &B. This could be the last time I get to stay in my

room. And by my room, I mean my room.

What does this have to do with you finishing your rewrite?

I have to enjoy Antler Lodge while I still can.

What if the new owner changes everything?

You know I don't like change.

And by don't like change, you mean stuck in your own ways?

You know I've gone to Silver Springs every year since my parents moved to

Florida. It's more than a vacation for me. It's my Christmas home.

Okay.

I can tell how important it is to you. Good, because I'm already on my way.

Okay, you just have to promise me you're going to focus.

This trip will be completely and totally about me and Desmond.

That almost sounds romantic.

Don't I wish.

I'm kidding.

He's a fictional character I created.

Okay. Now that that's cleared up, I'm going to say goodbye and happy writing.

Thanks, Mila. I won't let you down.

Okay, bye.

Oh,

I'm gonna get a hot chocolate.

Oh, man.

Okay.

Wait. There's no way.

Oh.

Careful.

All right.

I'm sorry.

Mila, you have to call me back. You're not going to believe what just happened.

Antler Chalet?

What the...

Is

he? Bob!

You're here.

I made it.

How many years have you been coming up here now? Nine?

Ten. Ten?

So I saw the new sign. When did you change the name?

About a month ago, but I still catch myself saying Antler Lodge every now and

again. Hey, let me check in.

Here we go.

All right. We have Izzy Simmons checking into room four, as always.

For six nights?

Yeah. I'll be leaving the day after Christmas.

Okay.

Just you?

Yes, Bob. Like always.

I was hoping maybe you would have brought someone with you this time.

Just Desmond Raines.

Hmm? The character from my book. Oh.

I have a rewrite due the 25th, so this trip will be more business than a

Christmas celebration, unfortunately.

Oh, that's too bad. Well, in case you find some free time, I know you know

by heart, but here's an itinerary of the activities this week.

It's going to be fun.

Thanks, Bob.

You look great.

All right, Desmond.

Just you and me.

Let's make you more real.

Though maybe you're more real than I thought.

You look a lot like the guy I almost ran over.

into the squeaky floor.

Okay, we'll see you then. Bye -bye.

Izzy! What do I owe the pleasure again?

I just have a quick question. Let me guess. You saw the remodeled aesthetic.

About that. Um, my floors.

Your floors, technically.

They used to have a distinct squeak.

But the thing is now, Squeak is gone.

And there's a carpet over the floorboard.

I'm sensing you don't like the carpet.

Was this your idea?

No, it was his.

Meet the new owner of the B &B, my son.

He just moved back from Seattle.

Desmond?

Actually, no, it's Matt.

Matt? Yep.

Matt. Your name's Matt?

Yeah. Like, short for Matthew? You look exactly like... You know, um, never

mind. This is... This is so... This is something.

This is confusing and confounding and a little bit exciting.

Uh, okay. Well, to answer your question, you're not hearing that squeak because

I fixed the floorboard.

It's actually very simple. You just sprinkle a little baby powder over the

squeaky floorboard, work it into the seams.

Lubricates the wood, keeps the boards from rubbing together.

Neat.

That's, like, so neat.

Yeah, well, I realize it's only a temporary solution, so we went carpeted.

No, you went carpeted. We went squeaky floors, right, Bob?

Oh, I'm going Switzerland on this one. All right. I'm going to go out of this

room. I have to leave.

My editor is calling, and I have to take this in my room.

Your phone didn't ring, but... I meant I had to call her. You know how editors

are. No, not really. How are they? They need to be called back.

Well, you better call her back, then. That's what I'm going to go do. Bye!

Come on, pick up, pick up, pick up!

Hi, Izzy.

Finally, you answer. Guess what?

Desmond Raines is here!

Woo -hoo!

Guess that fresh mountain air inspired you, huh?

Inspired? No.

Desmond is here.

Like, in... silver springs like physically i mean it's matt not desmond

still this is crazy right are you sure you're not the one going crazy what do

you think this means do you think this is like a sign from the universe i think

if this is some sort of fake freak out to get out of finishing your book it's

creative i'll give you that but it's not gonna work no bob the owner of the b &b

his son matt looks identical to desmond it's like uncanny okay it's finally

happening You've romanticized Desmond so much, you're having full -on

hallucinations. I promise, I'm not going crazy.

Now I'm going to prove it.

No, no, Izzy.

What are you going to do?

You'll see, you'll see, you'll see.

Izzy.

Excuse me, folks.

Matt, why are these in the trash? I love these old lamps.

Yeah, it doesn't really guilt you.

Oh,

hi.

What's your name? Casey.

I'm Izzy.

Nice to meet you.

What's he doing?

Um, I... I was playing a game.

Cool.

How do you play?

Well, you take a stranger and you try to figure out what they're like and who

they are.

Sounds weird.

You're right, it is.

But it helped me come up with characters.

I'm a writer.

No way. I'm a writer, too.

Yeah? Yeah.

Well, in that case, how about you help me and tell me how I'm doing?

Sure. Okay.

Matt over here, Bob's son, he's rugged and romantic, complex yet invaluable.

He's the kind of guy that would brave snowstorms to save his one true love.

So, what do you think?

What do we have here?

Hi again.

Hi.

Casey, you're not bothering one of our guests, are you? We were actually just

playing at... Wait, is she your daughter?

Yeah. Is that my daughter?

Yeah.

Dad, you know Izzy's a writer too.

I am indeed a romance novelist.

And she was flying around you before.

Okay, that is my cue and I'm going to leave now.

Your editor calling? Yeah, probably.

We know what they say about editors.

They need to be called back.

So I'll see you around the lodge.

Chalet. The lodge.

The line says chalet.

Did you get the photo?

Uh -huh. Well?

You weren't kidding.

I mean, yeah, Desmond's a painting, and he's younger and more buff, but

yeah, they're basically identical.

There has to be

I mean, can you ask Bianca?

Maybe she used Matt as inspiration.

Well, Bianca didn't create the original art. She took over after your first

book. Oh.

Well, can you try to track down the original artist?

All big.

You write.

Okay. Bye.

Talk soon.

Is it just me, or is, uh, your favorite guest?

Interesting. Is he?

Well, if you mean that as a compliment, then yes, she is. Hello, Bob.

Matthew.

Jennifer. Jennifer Whitaker. What a vision.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Hi.

How are you?

Good. How are you settling in?

Is it good to be back home?

Settling. And yeah, it's good to be back. Get to spend some time with the

man. Who are you calling old?

Most importantly, Kate seems to like it. Oh, good. I'm glad to hear it.

Yeah.

So, what brings you by?

Well, I noticed that you don't have lights up outside yet.

Don't forget that our annual Christmas lights and silver string festival is

coming up on Christmas Eve.

Oh, you mean the competition every business on Main Street participates in

my dad hasn't won in over a decade?

Never heard of it.

Please.

I got a plan. I got a plan. Don't worry.

Just keep it close to the chest.

Oh, I like that.

Well, I'll let you get back to it.

Be around.

Yeah.

Bye -bye. See you, Bob.

Thanks for stopping by.

Court.

Jennifer Whitaker.

Wow.

Matthew. Yeah.

You know that Jennifer judges the lights competition, right?

And she's had a crush on you since high school.

Dad. Get out by chances.

Dad, please.

Son, you've been single for three years.

Talk about this.

No, we haven't talked about it.

Plus, I got a plan.

I've seen some of your plans. Stick to the plan. All right.

Izzy, you're here.

Christmas can officially begin.

Yay!

This place is popping.

Everyone's here for Christmas.

I've got something for you.

They're your favorite. Oatmeal raisins. I put them aside for you.

Oh, this is so thoughtful.

Thank you.

Come, talk with me.

How's your wife, Parker?

And Timmy? Gosh, they're so great.

Timmy's almost 10, if you can believe it.

Wow.

Hey, why have you never mentioned your mystery brother, Matt, from Seattle?

The one who never spends Christmas at the second most Christmassy place in the

world? Second?

North Pole.

All right.

I'm guessing you two finally met.

Yeah. And he reminds me of an old friend.

Really? And what's his friend like?

Oh, you know.

He's romantic, heroic, and handsome.

Question. Why does any of that remind you of Matt?

You again.

I'm not stalking you.

Although I was here first, so technically that would make you the

If you say so.

Park will be here any minute. Great.

Oatmeal raisin.

Out of all the cookies here, that's the one you picked?

What's wrong with oatmeal raisin? It's my favorite.

Soft and chewy, slight crisp on the edges, loaded with oats, studded with

raisins. You really are a writer.

That was beautiful.

Anyway, I'm not a fan of raisins.

You're right.

Desmond would never cookie shame Katerina.

I've got to go. I have some writing to do.

See you all later.

Bye.

Who? Who's Desmond? I don't know.

Let's get you a cookie.

Good to see you. Good to see you, too.

How's Dad?

Still working too much?

I know he's ready to hand over the reins, but I don't think he knows what

with himself if he's not running the B &B.

Well, the B &B's been his life for the last 40 years.

It's a big change.

I know.

Ah, there's my boy.

Hey, hon. Hey, Matt.

Hey. Shoot. Thanks for taking case of the movies. I've got a lot of work to do

this afternoon.

Oh, no problem.

It's my favorite place to nap.

Thank you. Okay, let's go, Cookie Monsters.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Have fun. Bye. Bye. Love you. Love you, too. Bye. I'll get Ty for dinner

tonight, babe. You know what? I should get back to work.

Are you ordering anything, or are you going to make room for my paying

customers? Well, do I at least get the big brother discount?

You're my little brother?

It doesn't feel that way.

Probably my innate leadership skills and my trailblazing spirit.

In that case, here's another new one for you.

Pay full price.

Out of the generosity in my heart, I will pay full price.

And tip a nickel. Oh, really?

Hi. Again.

Do you mind? It's a little hot.

Oh, no.

Go ahead.

Thanks.

You don't even have to do the whole small talk thing if you don't want to.

No. Talking is fine.

Oh, okay.

That is the second day in a row.

Clumsy, huh?

In my defense, yesterday I almost got run over.

Oh. There's probably some teenager who just got their license. Classic Chad.

Tad. Brock.

Tanner. Ryan.

That's a normal name.

Anyway, I was just saying to Sarah how funny it was that you and I have never

met. Well, we used to spend the holidays with Casey's mom's family. Since Silver

Springs does their big Christmas in July celebration, we've come back for that.

You know, double up.

I bet Casey loved that.

You have no idea.

So, what did you do in Seattle?

Well, I was the manager of a big hotel.

What brought you back to Silver Springs? Your dad's retirement?

Yeah. Yeah, pretty much.

I thought it would be good to slow things down a little, be closer to

Especially for Casey.

Ultimately, I just want what's best for her.

Hey, speaking of my dad retiring, he and I were discussing how you seemed

concerned with the updates I've been making.

Antler Lodge is perfect as is.

Antler Chalet will be even more perfect when I'm done with it.

Well, not if you keep... Wait, did you say that you were talking about me?

I mean, well, we were talking about one of our customers' complaints.

I would say constructive criticism is more accurate.

Your constructive criticism has been noted, and on that note, why don't you

back to work?

Oh, don't worry, we're not bulldozing the B &B. We'll strip them all until

Tuesday.

Cute.

Okay, pivotal scene.

Surrounded by stars, Desmond and Katerina sit snugly on the chairlift.

Katerina admires the picturesque key lodge below.

Hi, Mom.

Hi, sweetie.

Did you make it to Silver Spring?

Yeah, I'm just... working on the art of candy cane balancing.

Writer's block hasn't lifted?

Not yet.

How's Boca Raton?

The least Christmassy place in the world.

Well, last night we went to a boat parade.

Talk about the proper usage of the word float.

He's literally said that 400 times since last night.

How's the golf going, Dad?

Oh, Mom didn't tell you? I've gone pro.

Hey, listen, if this is a work trip... Don't forget to keep all your receipts.

Here we go. We almost made it through an entire conversation without Dad

bringing up the receipts.

Honey, honey, honey.

Whether you buy a cup of coffee or buy a new pair of boots, everything can be

considered inspiration for the book. So keep your receipts and write them off.

You know what?

Maybe you're right, Dad.

Everything around me is inspiration. It's just a matter of perspective.

I should go.

Oh, already?

Are you getting enough sleep?

Okay, I gotta go.

Okay, well, don't work too hard, sweetie.

I should go, Mom.

Okay, we love you.

Okay, I love you. Okay, big kiss.

I miss you, okay? I have to go. Okay, we love you.

Mom, bye.

Then Desmond says, don't worry.

I'm not bulldozing it to build a strip mall until next Tuesday.

Mulled cider was an integral part of the Wassailing tradition. Back in medieval

England, during Christmas tide, people would go door to door singing and

offering a drink of warm apple cider from the Wassailing bowl in exchange for

gifts. And this was an early form of Christmas caroling. Yes.

Are you going to sing for us again this year? It's under consideration.

So are you really willing to give all this up?

Oh, this part?

No way, but the rest of it, the bookkeeping, the maintenance and all

I think I've had my fill.

Understood. So what's next?

No clue.

Well, I'm sure you'll figure out something.

Dad? Izzy?

Refill? Oh, no thanks, I'm good. I'm good too.

Have fun.

Thanks.

And for the record, still not.

Stalking you. You could have fooled me.

It's been like hot fire on a cold night, huh?

It's the best.

Hey, Matt.

Hey. I have to take off.

Oh. Yeah, I swear, being on the town board during the holidays is like a 24

job.

Hi, I'm Jennifer.

Izzy. I think we met last Christmas.

Actually, I think I met... I met you here.

At the happy hour.

Oh, really?

Yeah, I'm pretty certain.

Actually, I'm 100%. Well, it's great to see you again.

Aren't all the improvements Matt's making to the B &B fantastic?

Oh, I have already chatted Matt's ear off about all the improvements.

Okay, then.

Matt, can I talk to you for a second?

Sure. Yeah.

Excuse me.

So what do you think?

Let's do it. Yeah, let's sing.

What's ale, what's ale all over the town?

Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown.

Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree.

With the wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee.

So here is the cherry and to his right cheek.

Pray God send our master a good piece of beef And a good piece of beef that we

all may see With the wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee Wassail,

wassail all over the town Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown

Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree With the wassailing bowl we'll

to thee

Still pink from the cold.

Katerina shivers.

Desmond hands her a mug.

Here, he says, nothing like hot cider on a cold night.

Oh, it's you.

I thought Rudolph was having a stroke.

Ah. Well, it's a post -projected light show on the side of the B &B.

Hmm.

Okay, when it's all set up properly, it is going to look awesome.

My dad, he takes the light festival very serious, as I'm sure you know.

Oh, I know.

He doesn't seem like someone who's into the whole Christmas rave look.

He usually goes with string lights every year. Yeah, and every year he doesn't

win, so I'm trying something new, which I'm sure you have an opinion about.

I don't know. I just...

I feel like you can't beat a classic.

Oh, no, don't worry. I got a master plan.

Have you seen the bookstore?

Icicle light, lay on the roof. You can imagine exactly what that's going to

like when it's all lit up. It's anticlimactic.

Maybe you're right.

Yeah, I'm just testing out this bad boy when I'm waiting till Christmas Eve to

set it all up.

That way, I don't show my hand prematurely.

You have definitely given this a lot of thought.

It'll all be worth it when I'm accepting my trophy.

There's no trophy, but sure.

A trophy?

Have a good night. Night.

I don't know you could sing.

How would you know?

We're just getting to know each other.

Yeah, I guess we are.

Good night.

Night.

Yep.

In the bag.

Okay, I think this piece goes right there.

Yep.

How about this one?

Sweet. Oh, got it.

I like living with you, Grandpa.

Do you have to move out?

Don't worry, I won't go far away.

You're going to see me all the time.

Who am I going to watch Jimmy Fallon with?

Jimmy Fallon? He's on a little late for you, isn't he?

Jimmy who?

How's the lazy show coming along?

It's a work in progress, but it's going to look great.

Trust me.

Okay, princess, come on.

Time for bed.

It's my bedtime, too. You sure you don't want me to stay on the couch?

Answer's still no.

Bed, bed, bed, bed, bed. Come on.

Listen, I've been looking at this little cabin just outside of town, but it's

been a little busy with the holidays. Hey, Dad?

Dad, we talked about this. This is your house.

This cabin belongs to the owner of the B &B, and that's you now.

Okay. And I couldn't be happier about it. Still?

Okay. Fine.

You have fun with your cousin Timmy today?

Yeah. Aunt Parker let us make paper snowflakes.

I know this place is smaller than our old house, but Silver Spring's a great

place to grow up.

Yeah. Just try to make the best decisions for your future, okay?

Our future.

That's right.

Love you, kiddo. Love you. All right, sleep tight.

At

least

I made it to the bed.

Good morning, Casey.

Welcome, everyone.

Our tradition is for returning guests to bring an ornament from somewhere in the

world that they have traveled. If you're new, don't worry.

We have plenty from years past in the boxes.

Happy decorating.

Welcome.

Hey. I think this one is mine.

Or one of my parents.

When they retired to Boca Raton, they picked up a lot of hobbies.

You never spend the holidays with them in Florida?

A hot and sandy Christmas?

Christmas is too sacred to me.

The decorating, the music, the warmth of the fire after spending a day in the

snow. I want to be here.

I'm happy you're here.

I mean, we're happy you're here at the B &B.

You're like the Christmas queen.

Would you be surprised you're not the first person to call me that?

I'd be willing to bet on it.

Yeah.

Okay.

Now

that's a

good -looking tree.

I feel like it's missing something.

How about...

It's for the top of the tree.

Right, Grandpa?

Your mom made that for me for Christmas the year you were born.

I think you should put it on top.

I'm not tall enough.

Of course you are. You're seven feet tall. Come here.

Got that done.

Wow.

Now it's finished.

Great job, Casey.

I should head back.

Those pages aren't going to write themselves.

And I have a lot of rewriting to do before my deadline.

Izzy.

Okay, so you know how you're a writer?

In theory, yes.

Okay, well, I started writing a story, but I don't really know what should

happen next.

Is that your story?

Can I see it?

Yeah.

There was a king and a princess.

The two of them lived in a great kingdom.

That's all I have so far.

I love it.

Sometimes the best ideas come from when you're trying not so hard to think of

them.

When your head is clear.

Okay, well, how do I do that?

I like to get my body moving.

Usually I'll go for a push in my neighborhood.

But... Since we're in Silver Springs, I have an even better idea.

What?

Bowling. My favorite lanes are in Silver Springs.

In fact, I think I'm going to go do that right now.

But what if you get an idea while you're bowling?

Well, I keep one of these on me. It's small enough to fit in a pocket.

You know what?

Why don't you have this one?

Serious?

Serious. Good luck with it.

Thanks, Izzy. You're welcome, Faith.

Oh, come on.

Dad,

I think we should clear our heads a little.

Maybe move our bodies.

Can't right now, Princess. I'm sorry.

Bookie software's driving me crazy.

You know what?

Yeah.

Maybe break's a good idea after all.

What do you want to do?

You know,

for a writer, you don't seem to do a lot of actual writing.

You know, I was just thinking how much fun it would be to win against an

opponent. And you magically arrive.

Batter up. That's not, that's wrong for it.

You got time.

Yeah.

Nice shot. There you go.

She has an adventurous spirit.

Yeah, she gets that from her mother.

Are you two, or is she?

She passed away three years ago this summer.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Yeah, thanks.

That was rough, but I think we're finally only figuring out our new

You should see my French braid.

Nice shot, Casey.

Great job.

All right, you're up.

I'm up.

I'm up. I'm up.

Make sure you keep your hand straight when you swing the ball back and out.

You've got to follow through.

And you want to bring your hand shoulder height after you let go of the ball,

okay?

Now, if you're me, you do your own thing, but you've got this.

Oh, yeah. Okay?

Shoulder height. Copy that.

Tyler's chalet activity, Christmas bowling.

Oh, no, Casey just convinced me to take a break.

What about you?

Same, just meeting some friends. Oh, yeah?

You good? Yeah, it's good to see you again so soon.

Whoa!

Yes! Right!

That was... That is me!

That was... Good follow -through.

If you're calling to tell me you're extending my deadline, I accept.

Going that well, huh?

Let's just say I'm still waiting on the mountain air to inspire me.

I see.

I went bowling last night to try to clear my head, but it didn't work.

Let's try thinking outside the box. OK.

Remember, your hero doesn't always have to save the damsel in distress.

Like they support each other?

OK. So I was bowling with Matt.

You two went bowling?

Together? Well, he showed up when I was there, but he had no idea what he was

doing, and so I taught him a few things, and I helped him.

Well, that sounds kind of sweet.

I mean, Katarina helps Desmond.

Right. He can be imperfect, made of flesh and blood like Matt.

This is so helpful.

I'm going to get to work right now. Thanks, Mila. Bye.

After Desmond hits yet another gutter ball, Katerina gives him a lesson.

Hold your hand straight.

Follow through to shoulder height.

He takes the lesson with humility, and it feels good to be the one helping him

for once.

The two of them learning to support each other.

Hey, where's Izzy? Oh, I asked her to join us, but she's hard at work.

As a writer, I understand.

Hey, Matt.

Hey. Dad.

No, I feel bad. We're off to play in the snow and you're staying behind.

Do not feel bad. I'll give you a chance to fix a few wobbly doorknobs.

Fair enough. Honestly, I don't mind taking a lead because sledding is my

favorite activity. They're all your favorite activities, Dad.

Casey and I live for the thrill.

Be careful.

Be careful.

Sorry to interrupt. I thought you'd be flooding.

I'd love to be, but duty called.

Got it.

Well, I can come back later.

It's okay.

Do what you need to do.

Sure.

Wait.

What are you doing?

I'm flopping out the doorknob.

What's wrong with the old one?

Uh, it's old.

So? Don't you have any sentimentality?

For doorknobs?

Uh, nope, I don't. No, I just mean, there's something romantic about this

place's quirks.

The squeaky floorboards and all that.

I don't think anyone's ever written a hotel review that starts with, I love

squeaky floors.

Oh, I definitely would.

Wouldn't it be nice to have a doorknob that works?

It works.

Wait, no, don't do that.

Well, it's not that big of a deal. It's not like we're locked in here, right? We

are still locked in here.

No way.

Well, thanks a lot. You should have told me. I tried.

Well, you have a screwdriver. Can't you take the hinges off?

I could, but the hinges are on the other side.

Haven't you ever heard of the expression, if it's not broke, don't fix

doorknob was literally broke. Agree to disagree.

I'm calling the front desk.

Yeah, don't bother.

No one's there. I'm supposed to be at the front.

Why are you not at the front desk?

Because I fixed the doorknob.

You know what? I'll call my dad, tell him we're stuck in here, and he'll...

What's wrong?

I left my phone at the front desk. Well, you can use mine.

I don't have my dad's cell memorized.

What? You don't know your dad's number?

It's just, it's in my phone. Why would... Wait, do you have everyone's

memorized? Well, no.

Oh, okay. I guess we're not agreeing to disagree on this one.

What are you doing?

Getting comfy.

Flooding usually lasts a couple hours.

It's very fun.

Then you should be doing it instead of disturbing the guests.

I have to get back to work.

Tell me a story.

What are you, five?

And a half.

Oh, come on, why not?

All I know are romance stories, and the age recommendation is 14 and up.

So... Okay, well, why don't you tell me how one becomes a romance novelist?

You really want to know?

Yeah, I do.

It's not like you're getting much writing done at the moment anyway.

Well, I wonder why.

I was always writing, even as a kid.

Kind of like Casey.

As long as I can remember, my favorite part of the fairy tales was the love

story.

Meeting Prince Charming, Love at First Sight, True Love's Kiss, all of that.

So I ended up creating my own version of Prince Charming, and I was able to make

him and Katerina, his eternal love, into a successful romance series.

But my fourth book up until this afternoon has been such a struggle to

And why do you think that is?

I'd rather not say.

Oh, come on. Now I'm curious.

Let's just say that there's a theory that the impossible standards in my love

life have started to affect my professional life to the point where I'm

about unrealistic love.

Instead of real love.

That's understandable, though.

You think?

Yeah.

After my wife passed, um... I like to say that when you get knocked down,

like Casey and I, um... Getting back up, standing on your own two feet again,

it's hard.

It's really hard.

I got you.

I'm sorry.

No, I mean, it's fine.

I know what it feels like to get knocked down in life.

I guess with your writing, you have the

ability to create a happily ever after. I could see how that'd feel safe.

Almost perfect.

You're different than I thought you'd be.

I'll take that as a compliment.

You're a call.

You want to hear something weird?

Actually, never mind.

I'm sure it's not that weird.

Okay, I didn't know if I should bring this up, but you look exactly like

Raines. Okay, who is the Desmond guy you keep bringing up?

He's a character from my book.

All right.

I gotta see this.

Look.

Uh... You see it, huh?

It's weird, right?

Yes, not that. It's, um... Ma?

Ma, are you here?

Yeah.

Upstairs, room four.

We've been trying to call. Ball fell off its sled.

And hurt his leg.

He's in the lobby.

We're locked in. Is he okay?

I'm fine. I just turned my ankle when I flew up and fell off the sled.

Flew off.

You take a jump, Dad? Well, it was more like a little bump that looked like fun.

Right, Casey?

I'd say so.

Yeah. That's what a jump is, Dad. A bump that looks fun.

Come on. It's Christmas time.

I like your spirit, Bob.

Yeah.

Sarah, don't you have cookie decorating tonight?

Oh, no.

Oh, sh... It's in an hour. You don't think we can cancel it, do you? Oh, wait

second. No one is canceling anything on my account.

I guess only one of us needs to stay here with him. Well, no offense, but

not good at cookie decorating, so... What?

I'd be happy to help, Sarah.

Oh, Iz, I can't ask you to do that. Don't you have to get back to your

Actually, I made a breakthrough today and made a ton of progress.

It'd be my honor to be your sous chef.

Amazing.

I'll come too. Okay.

Let's go.

Have fun.

We will.

It looks great.

Thank you, two bakers. No problem. By the way, Casey and I'll accept payment

the form of cookies.

Done.

I'm just going to rest my eyes for a few minutes, so unless you want to watch me

sleep, you should go.

Oh, and bring me back a couple of those gingerbreads I like.

You sure, Dad? I really don't mind sticking around in case you need

I'd kill for a nice tea.

Matt? Yeah?

I know that Silver Springs can feel a little small sometimes, but I'm so glad

you and Casey moved back.

Me too, Dad.

I'm excited for this next chapter, I promise.

I feel like there's something you're not saying.

Well, it's just that I hope you don't spend the next chapter alone.

Dad.

Come on.

Emily isn't the only one who'd want you to be happy.

Casey does, too.

And from what I've seen, you and Izzy have real chemistry.

Izzy? She doesn't even live here. She's a tourist.

Ah, you can figure out all those details later.

For your ankle.

Something, uh... Something happened.

Okay, something good?

I don't know. Maybe.

Yeah? No. I... Yeah, yeah. I really don't know.

You know how Izzy writes those novels about that hero guy, Desmond?

Yeah. Well, on the cover of those novels, there's paintings of him.

Except, uh... It's not him. It's me.

I'm on the cover of the book. Yeah.

Emily painted it.

Well, how is that even possible? I mean...

I know she was an artist, but I didn't know she did romance novels. I remember

her being commissioned for a handful, I don't know.

And you know how she always used family as inspiration, but for that art to end

up on Izzy's cover, for Izzy to be here now, I don't know, it almost feels like

a sign.

Wow.

Couldn't have said it better myself.

That is a lot to process.

Now, the decision for you is whether that's a bad sign, Or a good one.

I think you know what side of the fence I'm going to be on.

Now, for more pressing matters, don't forget my

gingerbread.

To help your ankles feel better. Exactly.

Stay off your feet, Dad.

I'll be good.

Hey, I just wanted to see if Bob was okay.

That's nice, Thea.

Yeah, the daredevil is in good spirit.

Great. Wants to cook you, though. Izzy, hi.

Hi.

Didn't Sarah set this all up so beautifully?

Yeah.

She did a great job.

Do you want to join?

No. I'll let you two get back to it.

Have fun.

Yeah, you too.

Bye, Izzy.

Let's decorate.

Yeah.

Izzy, can I help you decorate?

I like that.

How's your story coming along?

So good.

Every time I don't know what to write, I just walk around the B &B a couple of

times. I even have my own trail through the snow.

I love it.

All right.

Perfect.

Keep going.

I can't wait for Christmas. Just two more days.

Nice.

Okay, how about another color?

The tie -dye Christmas sweater cookie takes the top prize.

Congratulations.

Ah, very funny.

It's so unfair, blatant nepotism, if I've ever seen it. Still going, huh? Oh,

got plenty more.

It's all the sugar.

Can't help it.

So, what are you doing over here all by yourself?

Uh, just thinking.

About your dad?

He said it was just a sprain, right?

Yeah, yeah, it's one of the things I was thinking about.

And more than that, I just don't know what he's going to do with himself

forward.

He's not the type to sit at home and watch game shows.

Nope.

He loves entertaining. He loves talking to tourists about Silver Springs. Of

course, he loves Christmas.

Maybe he could do all those things at the B &B and then you could do the rest.

I'd be fine with that.

But he wants me to be able to do my own thing.

Yeah, I get that.

So what was the other thing you were thinking about?

You got out of setting up, so maybe you can help me clean up.

Sure, yeah.

I will help clean up. Excuse me?

Oh, you helped out so much today. Thank you.

You'll do.

I'll do.

Bye. Bye.

Jennifer? Hey, what's up?

You're on the town board, right?

I am.

Can I walk you out?

I have an idea I want to run back to.

Sure. Okay. It's about Bob's future.

I have to do this for myself?

How come there's only two shapes?

They're canes and boots.

Why do I feel like you had something to do with this? I couldn't help it.

Oh, I love them, Casey. Thank you.

And thank you, too.

And not just for the cookies, for everything today.

My pleasure.

Well, I'm going to get going.

Have a good night. Good night, Izzy.

Wait,

I'll get the door for you.

Still have writing to do tonight?

Um, but it's such a nice night out.

I think I might go for a push.

Sounds fun.

Mind if I join?

Sure.

I'll grab my coat.

Main Street's going to be so beautiful tomorrow.

The Light Festival is my favorite grown -up tradition.

I've never met anyone who loves traditions as much as you do.

Refreshing.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Well, this is another one of my favorites.

Crock -Pot Toasted Marshmallow Hot Chocolate.

You gotta try it.

Want one?

Yeah. Yeah?

Okay.

Uh, can you please?

It's a little bit hot. Be careful.

Thank you.

Okay. Okay, here goes.

Oh,

this is delicious.

I told you.

I'm loving that sweet roasted flavor.

You have some.

Yeah.

Okay.

It's still there. It's still there? Okay.

Gone? We're good?

Yeah.

Gotta say, the past few years I've been so distracted just trying to get through

my day.

Being back in Silver Springs, I've seen the world through your eyes.

I don't know.

Helped me appreciate where I came from.

That's really nice of you to say.

Oh, hey, I wanted to thank you.

Yeah, for helping Casey with her writing.

Oh, any time.

She's such a good kid. Yeah.

And your dad is.

I was just saying, it's the greatest adventure I've ever taken, that's for

She's lucky to have you.

Her very own knight in shining armor.

Shall we keep going?

We shall.

What are you proposing?

My view's just better down here.

There's something I need to tell you.

You know what?

Never mind.

You can tell me.

Nah. Such a nice night.

Honestly, it's almost... Perfect?

Exactly.

Let's just keep it that way.

Okie dokie.

You sure?

Yeah, I promise.

Okay.

Should we head back?

Come on.

Suddenly... She catches a rock and tumbles, almost falling off a cliff.

Desmond races over. She reaches out her hand. With strength, he pulls her up.

They fall back onto the soft snow.

Then Desmond slowly leans towards her.

I know, I know. It looks like Santa's bag exploded.

But not regular Santa, DJ Santa.

Who works weddings and bar mitzvahs the other weekends of the year?

I was planning to wake up at 6 a .m. to test the lights in the dark one last

time, but instead I woke up at 3 from a stress dream that wouldn't look good.

Then my fears were confirmed. They look terrible.

Well, what happened to the master plan?

The synchronized music and all that? What happened is...

Okay, wait. You like it?

I do not.

Yeah, it doesn't sound as good as I remember.

Well, maybe I can help.

Thank you.

Let's see.

Here.

Yeah.

I think Christmas is all about tradition.

You remember the big red, blue, and green bulb? The ones you actually threw

every single one?

It'd take me and my dad hours, but we loved it. Yeah, we had them, too.

Well, some might say they're kind of dated, but to me, they're classic.

They remind me of my childhood.

It was so magical.

Any chance you have a box of those old Christmas lights collecting dust in an

attic somewhere?

We don't even have an attic.

But we do have a shed.

All right.

You check this one.

Okay.

The 90s.

Michael Jordan, Elaine Bennett, and classic Christmas lights.

All right.

Who's in charge of untangling these? It's a two -person job.

Well, there is one problem. The festival's tonight. My dad was supposed

me set up, but with his ankle, that's not exactly an option anymore. And I

you're going to offer to help with this, too. I wasn't going to offer to help.

Oh, right. You have that big Christmas Eve deadline tonight. I'm kidding.

And by the way, I only have the ending left.

But you're right. We can't do it all by ourselves.

That's the spirit, Casey.

Space them evenly.

The old life with the new improvement, it looks really great.

I guess we don't make such a bad team after all.

Okay, let's check out some of the competition.

Wow, it's fantastic.

Casey, look.

I'm so excited.

Look at this one.

You've got some competition.

Okay. That's Christmas lights rival this way.

This one looks pretty good, guys.

These are the ones that won last year. Really? Yes.

evening the Christmas lights of Silver Springs competition as always there were

some wonderful displays but for the first time in our festivals history this

year's decision was unanimous so without further ado our

winner

It's official.

You saved Christmas. What?

I barely did anything.

Oh, right. No, just the cookie decorating and a light festival. Okay,

want to put up a light -sized statue of me in front of Town Hall, I'll allow it.

Oh, and we could put a plaque underneath that says, Izzy saved Christmas.

There's still something between the two of you, isn't there? What?

Wait, did he say something?

Well, that answers that question.

So have you talked to him? Does he know how you feel?

Not exactly.

Why not?

Well, I'm just waiting for the right moment.

Oh.

Well, now's your chance.

He's coming, so I'm just gonna go pretend like I have something to do.

it's not pretending. If you're telling me, it's pretending.

Sarah! Hey, Sarah.

What's up? Yeah, I'm really busy right now.

It's 9 o 'clock at night. Oh, just, uh, cookies.

Hey. And where have you been?

Loading.

You were not.

So I wanted... Okay, no, you go ahead.

Yeah, okay.

Well, there's something I've been wanting to tell you. Oh, right, that,

Remember when we got locked in your room? Sorry, of course you remember

Okay. When we were talking about... You know how you thought that I looked...

Like your main character, Deadman?

Yeah. Thing is, it's actually the other way around. He looks like me.

Wait, what do you mean?

My wife, Emily, was a painter.

She commissioned her art for all sorts of different jobs.

Portraits, brochures, print ads.

Book covers.

I recognized your cover art instantly.

I mean, she didn't paint that one, but she was... She was the original artist.

Yeah.

Yeah, she sometimes used me as inspiration for her...

Doesn't matter.

I had no idea that book became a series.

Your series.

Wow.

I mean, I don't know, but wow.

Be the consensus.

The odds of this?

I don't even know what this is, but the

past few days, you and I, we've... I don't even...

It takes me a little time to figure out what it means, you know?

Yeah.

Um, I can only imagine what's going through your head.

Thank you.

For understanding.

Well, I better go.

I have a few pages still to write. Of course.

Right.

Izzy.

Merry Christmas.

Not yet.

I'll see you tomorrow.

I can't do that.

I can't write the ending with so much left unsaid.

Tell him you went fair and square.

Yeah, well, I did have some help, for sure.

Mm -hmm.

You two make a really good team.

You think so?

I'm not gonna lie.

I had my eye on you since you moved back, but... as an old friend, I'm happy

for you.

Mm -hmm. Okay.

Oh, Izzy came to me with a really good idea after cookie decorating.

Really? Yeah.

About what?

Your dad.

But don't say anything to him yet because I haven't had a chance to iron

details. But I think Bob's going to love it.

I figured out the ending to my story, and I think you're going to like it. I

know I will.

And I think I figured out mine, too.

You doing all right, Izzy?

Yeah, I'm just tired. I think I'm going to head back and finally finish my book.

Oh.

Okay. Well, good night, then.

Good night, Bob.

Good night, Casey.

Good night.

Christmas time.

Grandpa, that'll be fun to find all over the house. That's what the Internet

said the kids are into this year.

Dad, I have a special present just for you.

For me?

Open it. Okay.

Is this the notebook Izzy gave you?

It's going to be a real book one day, but for now, you get the first edition.

Wow, that's a pretty big honor.

Want me to read it now?

Yeah.

Once upon a time, a king and his princess, who was very adorable,

moved to a new kingdom.

The king spent all of his time fixing up his new castle because his heart was

broken.

And it was the one thing he couldn't fix.

Casey. Dad.

Keep reading. Continue.

The king was sad because a long time ago he lost his queen.

But one day, a beautiful new queen without a king of her own traveled to

kingdom.

The king and the very adorable princess fell in love with her, and the king was

happy once again. The end.

This is beautiful.

That's gorgeous, Casey.

Hey, where are you going?

To get one of Aunt Sarah's Christmas cookies.

Okay, if it's not in the morning.

Okay, get me two. Me too, please.

Dad?

You don't think it's wrong having feelings for someone else?

Oh, absolutely not.

Especially if it's the right person.

And for what it's worth.

I kind of think my granddaughter approves.

Honestly, I didn't think I'd feel this way again.

It makes me see things I've never noticed before.

When I'm with her, it's like I can breathe again, you know? It's the first

in a long time.

But... I guess I'm just scared.

Losing someone again.

I understand, son.

Life is going to bring us bruises. It's unavoidable.

But if you see a good jump, you got to take it.

Yeah.

Merry Christmas.

Fantastic. Have a great day.

Izzy. Merry Christmas. Good morning. Merry Christmas.

Guess what?

I just got off the phone with Jennifer.

She asked me if I would volunteer for the town board. I would oversee all the

Christmas activities.

And the rest of the year, I'd help out with all kinds of Silver Spring events.

She said the whole thing was your idea.

You are so thoughtful.

Hey, wait.

You're not leaving, are you? I have to go.

So soon you have to at least stay for Christmas breakfast, right?

Like I said, there was going to be some activities I would miss this year.

Izzy, I don't understand.

I came here to rewrite my book, and I did.

It definitely wasn't the ending that I thought it would be, but at least now I

know it's finished.

I don't mean to pry, but did Matt talk to you?

Let's just say I know what I need to know.

What does that mean?

I'm not his person, Bob.

I better hit the road before it starts snowing again.

Merry Christmas.

Drive safe, Iz.

You hungry?

Yeah. I'm so hungry.

All right.

Hey, you want to grab us both a plate?

Eggs, bacon, some of that good stuff.

Hey, double the syrup.

Hey, Tom.

Yeah. Hey, you seen Izzy? I'm kind of surprised she's not indulging in the

angel shaped pancakes.

Izzy left, son.

What do you mean she left?

Well, she said she was finished her book, so she was going to go home.

On Christmas Day? No.

Wait, that doesn't make any sense. Why?

Well, she did say a couple of things that were kind of... Should I make a

for Izzy?

Turns out she already left for this morning.

But I thought she was supposed to spend Christmas with us.

Yeah, me too.

Hey, go grab us a table, okay?

What'd she say, Dad?

If you're calling to fire me, do it quick. Please put me out of my misery.

Merry Christmas to you, too.

Sorry. Merry Christmas.

Well, I was calling about the book.

But it feels like we should talk about what on earth could have possibly

dampened your Christmas spirit.

No, it's okay. Just hit me with the book stuff first.

Is?

It's great.

Really? Yes.

This version of Desmond has new decks and...

vulnerability that makes him feel completely three -dimensional.

I'm glad you're happy with it.

Uh, just one thing.

The last page, Desmond and Katarina don't end up together.

I mean, I'm just surprised, and I don't think the publisher will go for it.

They want a never -after. They want a happy ending.

Maybe that's not what real love is, though.

Maybe sometimes it ends with a broken heart.

What do you mean, a broken heart?

Are you talking about Matt?

You remember when I asked you about the original artist for my book?

It turns out it was Matt's wife.

You're kidding.

That's unbelievable. I know. And it seemed to really derail him.

I'm so sorry. I took your advice and I tried to open myself up to real love.

And then I ended up getting my heart ground down with sandpaper.

You told him how you felt?

I mean, no.

Not directly.

But you already left?

That's it?

Okay, Iz, stop the car.

You need to hear this, and I don't want you driving when I say it.

Seriously? Yeah, seriously.

Okay.

Yeah. You opened yourself up to the possibility of being with Matt, but then

walked away before you... All you can do is look ahead.

Aim, take a breath, and release.

The rest is out of your hands, but at least you took your shot.

Wait.

Those are my words.

I wrote that. That's from Archer's Quiver.

Yeah. So take your own advice.

Okay. Okay?

Yeah. And do me a favor and hold off on that last page.

Copy that.

Thanks. Good luck.

Any chance room four is still available?

Hey.

Hi.

I don't understand what happened. I texted you like a million times.

I needed a second.

Why are you back?

Because I'm here to take my shot.

I spoke to my dad.

I am so confused.

You leave because of what I said last night?

I saw you and Jennifer after the lights festival.

And? And you looked perfect together.

And I mean, clearly she has feelings for you. Why wouldn't she?

You're amazing.

So, you had said all those things about not knowing how you felt.

And when I saw you two together... Lizzie, stop. No, I don't have feelings

Jennifer.

I have feelings for you.

I wish you would have asked me, trusted me, but instead you left. I... I don't

know if I can do this.

I'm sorry.

Matt, wait!

Okay.

I've built my career on writing a fairy tale romance.

But my biggest mistake wasn't making Desmond too perfect. It was that I was

trying to find someone like him instead of finding someone who was perfect for

me.

Matt, I know that being open to real love means being open to all of

it, even the hard part.

Is he...

I got you a Christmas present.

What is it?

I'll open it.

The wobbly doorknob?

Well, you taught me how to be sentimental.

This wicky floor wouldn't fit in the box.

More than that, you opened the door to my heart.

I know the book cover threw me for a loop, but this morning I realized it's

just a coincidence. It's more than just a coincidence.

It's a gift.

It's a gift from Emily. She brought us together.

You're the one I want, Izzy.

You're the one I want, too.

Think that's the first time we've actually read on something?

This is how my book should end.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

I gotta say, I like Matt even better than Desmond Raines.

Plus, he inspired Christmas in the Alps, which is my favorite one yet.

And you're best reviewed.

Okay, okay, don't get a big head.

Too late.

Casey, I want you to meet my friend and editor, Mila.

Hi. Hello.

This is a very talented and up -and -coming writer.

Is that so?

And I have a lot of ideas.

Well... I think we should step into my office.

So, what's next for the best -selling novel and recently engaged Izzy Simmons?

Because I have a few thoughts.

Oh, really?

Well, maybe new and improved Desmond is a Navy scuba diver.

In Hawaii.

Though you and your fiancé will probably have to do a lot of research.

I like the sound of that.