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I can't bear

the thought of seeing her suffer as I have
suffered these past few years.

Please tell her that I love her and that
I'll pray I'll hold her again someday.

That will forever be my hope.

I love you...

I love you so much.

I want to be with you everywhere.

Something's happening, happening to me.

My friends say I'm acting peculiarly.

Come on, baby.

You better make a start.

You better make it soon before you break
my heart.

I want to be with you
everywhere, with you everywhere.

Can you hear me calling out your name?

You know that I'm falling and I don't know
what to say.

Come on baby, we better make a start.

Better make it soon before you break my
heart.

Oh, I want to be with you everywhere.

Oh, I want

to be with you everywhere.

Oh, I want

to be with you everywhere.

Now.

Debate but no?

Hope?

What are you doing?

You're not supposed to be here.

I'm okay.

I want to be here.

No, you don't.

Trust me, nobody wants to be here.

No, really.

One day home alone on the couch wasn't
enough.

Oh, I'm so sorry, girl.

So, how's the dating?

Oh, pretty good.

I just matched with a guy that works at
Ikea.

Is he cute?

Oh, no.

But I do need help putting together my
new bookshelf, so... What does he want?

Tell him we had to adjust it to
accommodate the new banner ads.

Welcome back.

What kind of graphics designer would do
this?

Hope!

What's going on?

Um, they had to adjust the masthead to
accommodate the new banner ads.

What?

Alright.

How's it going fact-checking that
cryptocurrency fraud story?

Um, I'll get right on it this morning.

Oh, because you weren't here yesterday.

Sorry to hear about your mom.

Thank you.

Um, do you need more time off?

No.

Good.

Good, because we've got a lot of work to
do.

I just scheduled a pitch
meeting for tomorrow

to discuss story ideas
for the Christmas season.

And I'd like you to be there.

Oh, I'd love to.

To serve peppermint hot
chocolate, because I really

think that'll up the old
Christmas quotient around here.

People will think I'm a swell guy.

Hot chocolate.

Um, should I get some whipped cream as
well?

Excellent idea.

Uh... Oh, and book
me a table at Farinelli's.

I want to take our precious writers out to
lunch.

Okay.

I really wanted to make my mom proud.

Instead, I'm serving hot chocolate and
making dinner reservations.

Where?

Farinelli's.

Oh, no.

I got food poisoning there once.

And I'm tired of waiting for him to see me
as more than just his assistant.

I took this job because I want to be a
journalist.

Mm.

I want to be at Farinelli's.

You want food poisoning?

Yes.

No.

You know what I mean.

You march into his office right now and
you tell him what you told me.

You're right.

Mm-hmm.

Here I go.

Yeah.

I'm going.

You tell him, girl.

What?

He's at Farinelli's.

I'll tell him tomorrow.

Oh.

Your mom was already super proud of you.

Ooh, a match.

Hello?

Yeah, they make me write this list up.

I don't know why.

You're never going to see your stuff
again.

I figured.

And, I mean, the door.

You got a single bolt lock on that.

No security system.

You couldn't have made it any easier for
these guys if you tried.

Excuse me?

There's always an increase in break-ins
this time of year.

I mean, it tends to bring out the worst in
people.

And you cannot stay here tonight.

Where am I supposed to go?

I don't know.

Your parents?

Family?

I'm all alone.

Oh.

Okay.

Uh...

I'm sorry.

I just need a minute.

That's... yeah.

Someone left this at my door.

Did you see it when you came in?

Christmas jar.

We're looking for stuff that was stolen.

You know, maybe one of the neighbors
dropped it.

I doubt it.

Well, I'll ask around.

What?

Don't just go knocking
on people's doors

saying, hey, did you
drop a jar full of cash?

Why not?

Why not?

Because the first person
you ask is going to take

it from you before you
even finish the sentence.

I think people are better than that.

I don't know what world you live in,
but I can assure you they're not.

Thank you so much.

I know I don't pay you much, but please
tell me you're not secretly living here.

Um, I was just getting caught up on some
stuff.

Oh, well, that's the thing about working
in the noose.

You can never get caught up.

It's always breaking.

And that's what I love about it.

Yeah.

Can you get me a coffee, please?

Sure.

Uh, can I talk to you first?

Yeah, weren't we just... talking?

Look, I've worked hard as your assistant.

And I've learned a lot.

Oh, you're not quitting on me,
are you?

I don't have time to train someone new
right now.

No.

No, I'm not quitting.

Okay.

No, I want to be considered for a writing
assignment.

I've paid my dues, and I'm ready for the
next step.

Oh, you have paid your dues, of course,
because you are 22, and you've been here.

..

a year?

Almost.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, you were 21 when you had your first
byline at the Boston Globe.

Oh.

Let me see what you did there.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Let's revisit this conversation in six
months.

If you are still here then, I will give
you a shot.

What if I'm not?

What if I've moved on to a competitor's
website by then?

Oh.

Well, then I guess we'd just have to
soldier on without you.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's what we'd do.

Yeah.

It is November 30th, people.

All right?

And I am going to be
running two full weeks of

Christmas-themed
content starting on the 10th.

I need to hear some
solid pictures starting

now, and I'm going to
go to my go-to garoring.

We've got the year's latest tech gifts and
gadgets.

Next, a Christmas tipping guide.

Who in your life you should be tipping and
how much?

Well, here's a tip.

No, but I do like the Elf ears.

Really?

Because I've got a whole bunch more at
home.

Mostly Elven, but some Vulcan.

Yeah.

And I'll bring them to the Christmas
party.

Okay.

That would be great.

How about an idea, though, in the
meantime?

What have we got?

Chester, quit the drinking.

Get to thinking.

Rory, my golden girl.

There's a new diet.

The eggnog Christmas cleanse.

That's disgusting.

It's basically keto, and it's delicious.

It's basically boring.

We ran fad diets last year.

Stevie, top ten Christmas movies to watch
with your family?

Uh, not bad.

That's not a great idea.

Morgana, I gave you those extra few
seconds.

Lay it on me.

Nothing?

Well, then it's up to my girl,
Rory.

Give me some.

Gift cards.

Good idea or lazy and impersonal?

Lazy and impersonal.

Guys, these are all derivative,
boring, uninspiring clickbait.

All of these.

What I want and what
I need are stories with

heart, with tradition,
with Christmas spirit.

You know what?

Maybe it is time to give Hope a crack at
this.

Me?

Yeah.

Do you have any stories, Hope?

Of course I do.

Tomorrow, we are all going to come back
here with some fresh pictures.

And I am very much looking forward to
hearing what you have, Hope.

Guys, gotta go.

Work on it.

Think, think, think.

So I saw this really cute guy this
morning.

Speaking of cute guys...

Brandy.

I told you about my Christmas jar,
right?

Uh-huh.

Well, I was doing a
little research and I

discovered a message
board of jar recipients.

These people wanted to thank whoever gave
them the jar.

From all over the country?

No, everyone is local.

Yeah, they give away
the jars anonymously in

December to someone
going through a rough time.

Like you.

I know.

It's kind of amazing, right?

Wait, what?

Brandy, that's it.

That's my story.

There you go.

Yeah, it is.

So, one more time.

From the top.

Just the words Christmas jar written on
the glass.

No other notes?

Nothing on the bag?

Nope.

And you didn't see anyone or hear
anything?

Nothing.

Maybe it's a friend of your mom's.

Maybe.

Or someone who saw the police at your door
and knew something bad was happening.

Uh, yeah, maybe.

How many other jars do you think are out
there?

Well, I've only been able to track 12
stories so far.

Nine years ago was the
earliest one I found, but

I have a feeling I'm only
scratching the surface.

And do you think it's the same person
giving out all these jars?

How is she supposed to know that?

Well, I think it must have
been the same person at the

beginning, but this whole
thing has totally snowballed.

And some people who found a jar have now
been inspired to start jars of their own.

That's what I would do.

Me too.

Only I'd decorate mine with rhinestones
over purple glitter.

Oh, come on, Rory.

It's supposed to be a Christmas jar.

So what?

So what you're describing is not
traditional.

Uh, says the guy with the hairy hobbit
feet slippers.

Hope.

Yes?

Where do you think this idea came from?

I don't know, but that's what I want to
figure out and write about.

It's like there's a Christmas angel out
there.

Still got a lot of holes.

Yeah.

But it is an intriguing story.

You got two weeks, kid.

Do not mess it up.

Yeah.

And still get me my coffee.

Thank you, Lau.

Yeah!

Good job.

Bravo!

Bravo.

So good.

Hi, this is Hope Jensen from CityBuzz.

Yeah, I saw your post about the Christmas
jar you found in your mailbox.

And I was wondering if I could interview
you.

Yeah, I was wondering
if I could interview you

about the Christmas jar
you found in your mailbox.

Hi, this is Hope Jensen from CityBuzz.

Yes.

I promise it'll take ten minutes.

Oh, sorry.

Can you hang on a second?

Hello.

But wouldn't it be nice to hear an
uplifting story for a change?

I'll buy you lunch.

Did someone say lunch?

Or a pony.

Yeah.

Hello?

A pony?

I could be bribed with a pony.

Yeah.

The same people who posted their story
online won't talk to me.

It seems like they'd rather keep the whole
thing a mystery.

Keep your chin up.

You don't want one of those black turkey
things?

Yeah.

It's called a waddle.

Actually, the correct term is a caruncle,
also known as a dewlap or a snood.

Snood?

Hey, how was your date last night?

It was a no-show.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, no, I backed out.

He texted me like five times yesterday.

I cannot deal with that level of crazy.

Hi.

What?

Nothing.

Just, hey, hi.

Yeah, you said that.

I...

I brought you a muffin.

I'm gluten-free.

Of course you are.

Uh, yeah, gluten's bad.

Okay, thanks.

Bye, Steve.

What about Steve?

A swipe left.

Oh.

Dear Hope, I got your
email and would be happy

to do an interview
about the Christmas jar.

There you go.

High five.

Hey.

Yeah.

Okay.

All right.

Your homework is due tomorrow.

You better be able to name all 96
countries.

Hi.

Hi.

Come on in.

Yeah.

Have a seat.

Here?

Yeah.

Okay.

Thank you.

Oh, no phones in my classroom.

Mm-mm.

Okay.

So, no chewing gum.

You owe me that.

I do.

Sorry.

That's okay.

This time.

I'd love to think that
whoever gave me my jar will

read your article and know
how much it meant to me.

I'd like that too.

I was just a teacher's
assistant back then, and

I had just said my
goodbyes for the last time.

It's hard for children to understand budget
cuts, but I did my best, as I always do.

I promised to put the tears on the inside
as I packed up things into my bag.

Right.

But then my bag was really heavy,
and that's when I found it.

Was there... Oh.

We put our hands up when we ask questions.

I'm just kidding.

Oh.

No, I'm not.

Yes, I am.

You know, I'm confused.

What's your question?

Was there a note with your jar?

Yeah, there was.

Yeah.

The note said, Merry Christmas.

You will be missed.

And then came the waterworks.

They were tears of gratitude.

You know, does that make sense?

Of course.

And the funny thing is, is that I wasn't
really into Christmas before all of this.

And now?

And now I can't get enough of it!

.

These jars are proof that the magic of
Christmas is real.

Oh, and I started my own Christmas jars.

But I already gave that Christmas jar away
last week.

So this one is for next year.

Wow.

Here, I'd love to.

For your jar.

It's contagious, you know.

Say what is?

Kindness.

.

I know I have this amazing story on my hands,
but I still don't know who's behind it.

What if they don't want their story told?

That's her job, Cynthia.

You said yourself this tradition has been
going off for years.

If they wanted to, don't you think they
would have come for it by now?

Well, maybe nobody ever asked.

And that's what she's doing.

Not everyone wants credit for their good
deeds.

Hope, I'm dying to know who's behind this.

Yeah, so am I.

And this is the opportunity I've been
searching for.

If I can't deliver, it's back to coffee
girl land.

Look, I know that this is your big rake.

I just don't agree with the approach.

She's an undercover reporter trying to
crack a story with a positive spin.

This is a win.

Hope, honey, you're gonna knock this right
out the park.

So, um, where's the red string?

I was fresh out.

None of these people know each other.

Right.

What do the numbers next to their names
mean?

Well, recipient one refers to the guy who
found the first jar that I'm aware of.

All the way down to me.

Number 51.

Who's this guy?

I'd like to interview him, you know what I
mean?

Number seven, come on down.

Brandy, focus.

Oh, yeah.

Okay, numbers 23 through 51 have all been
in the last four years, indicating there's

likely more than one person responsible
for the gifts.

I thought if I laid it out like this,
it would start to make more sense and see

clues or patterns, but it's still not any
clearer.

Look how you're all the way out on the
outskirts.

Here.

Where do you come from?

The last 30 jars are
all in rural areas, but

jars one through 18
are all in the inner city.

So you're saying whoever gave out the
early jars was likely the same person.

Might have lived in that neighborhood.

Precisely.

These other jars could be the work of
copycat offenders.

I mean, uh, assailant...
Thanks, Steve.

Mr. Investigator.

Heh.

Well, I always knew there was a reason I
went D.C.

over Marvel.

Detective Comics.

Eh?

Whoa!

That was my bad.

Um, I, uh, I thought the brakes were on
the thing.

Let's go for that one.

Yeah.

I can, I got this.

Don't worry about a thing.

Sorry, Steve.

When I first came to the United States,
I was excited but nervous.

My English wasn't very good and it was
hard for me to make friends.

I felt like I didn't fit in and,
oh, Christmas time was the worst.

How so?

Well, what people don't realize
is that holiday celebrations

are only fun for the people
that get invited to them.

Every day I would just go to work and come
home.

I felt like no one even saw me.

Except for those kids.

Children have a way of seeing things.

Mmm.

Especially when they stole my laptop.

Oh.

And my bicycle.

And the wreath on my door.

And stuffed a rotten pumpkin in my
mailbox.

At least I think it was a pumpkin.

Ew.

I can't even.

But right when I was at my lowest point,
when I was wondering if this country was

ever going to feel like home, I found this
jar at my door.

It confused me at first, but
there was a red ribbon tied

around it and the word
Christmas jar was on the glass.

So I understood it was a gift.

Hmm.

Someone actually wanted to do something
nice for me.

That changed everything.

I don't suppose you ever found out who
gave you the jar?

I don't know who he is.

But my security system caught the man on
video.

Please tell me you still have that video.

I think I can find it.

Who are you?

Opie dopie, how's our story coming?

It's great.

Everything's great.

Don't slow her down.

Got any advice?

Yeah, don't mess it up.

This is exactly the kind
of story I want to run this

year, so I'm really looking
forward to reading it.

Thanks, Lyle.

Psst.

Yo.

I don't know how I'm going to figure out
who this guy is.

Come on, girl.

You're an investigative reporter now.

You gotta think like a cop and act like a
cop.

Move like a cop.

Cop like a cop.

You're brilliant.

I don't know.

It's a 1974 MG.

You can't make out the
license plate, but there

can't be that many of
them registered in the state.

You know, I offered to fix your lock,
not help you stalk some poor guy.

Well, you know I'm not really stalking
him.

It's from my article.

I know you think Christmas brings out the
worst in people, but look at this guy.

He gives away jars full of change to
perfect strangers down on their luck.

And I want to write about him.

Come on.

It's a compelling story with a hopeful
message.

And the world needs more of this right
now.

What exactly do you need from me?

There are only three people in Ohio with
this make and model of car.

A 78-year-old woman who lives in Akron,
a 53-year-old man who lives in Dayton,

and a 24-year-old guy who lives here in
Columbus.

He's our guy.

Ian Maxwell, he's 6'1", with brown hair,
brown eyes, and no priors.

Scorpio?

Libra.

Officer Weber wouldn't tell me anything
else, so I had to do my own digging.

Love me a good cyber-stalking sesh.

He graduated three years ago from Ohio
State, and now he works for his family's

furniture restoration business,
which they run out of their home.

So you have their address?

Yeah, and guess where he lives?

Right here, in the middle of everyone.

No way.

Yeah.

Problem is, I can't just show up at his
door and be like, hey, I know you're the

guy behind the Christmas jars,
can I interview you?

Why not?

Sometimes when you meet
a new guy, you gotta pretend

like you're into the same
stupid stuff that he's into.

Brandi, that's really, really bad advice.

Hear me out.

Show up with an old piece of furniture,
you talk about your mutual love of

sandpaper and polish and whatever else that
he does, and then boom, done, you're in.

I don't know.

What about this?

I've already got one of those.

No, you don't.

I'm getting it.

For what?

Duh.

Masquerade Mondays.

That's so not a thing.

Not yet.

Oh.

This is what I've been looking for.

I can't believe they still want 75 bucks
for this thing.

I think it's perfect.

I think it's old.

Would you take 50 bucks for this old,
broken desk?

Well, this is a gorgeous
antique mahogany lady's writing

desk with green leather
inset from the Regency era.

So 50 bucks?

You got it.

Yes!

Is there anything else you can tell me
about it?

There's a locked drawer, no key,
unfortunately.

And what about all the damage?

Oh, ladies.

What do you think you're going to look
like in 200 years?

Fair point.

Hi there.

You must be Hope.

I am.

I'm Adam, and this is my daughter Hannah.

Here, here we will you.

Let me give you a hand.

Okay.

Okay.

Let me give you a hand.

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, no.

My hand, my hand, my hand.

Okay, are you okay?

Just kidding.

Oh, here.

You got it?

Yes.

All right.

Okay.

There we go.

Okay.

There you go.

Take your time.

Just watch the legs there.

Take your time.

Oh.

Ah.

What did this poor desk do to deserve
this?

It was, it was my grandmother's.

I'm afraid it's been a little neglected.

Where'd your grandmother get it from?

Oh, um, it was a, it was a wedding gift
from, from her father.

Oh.

Oh.

He didn't want her to stop writing just
because she got married.

Well, what did she write?

What did she write?

Um.

Um.

Uh, you know, letters, poems, short
stories, and that sort of thing.

How romantic.

Okay.

Let's get her in there.

All right.

And, uh.

Oh, I got it.

I got it.

Oh, thank you.

Good.

Okay.

Yep.

Space.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Oh.

Are you closed?

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Hope, make yourself at home, okay?

All right.

Careful where you step.

Dad's always leaving sharp pieces of wood
and hazardous materials kicking around.

Hey, it's part of the artistic process.

Ah, is that what we're calling it now?

He's just messy.

Two hats hanging on a hat rack.

One said, you stay here.

I'll go on ahead.

Oh, don't encourage his bad jokes.

Ha.

You love them?

Nope.

Sorry.

So how many of you are in the family
business?

Well, technically, it's
just me, my dad, and

my brother, but really,
everybody lends a hand.

It looks like you have a lot of other jobs
on the go.

Yeah, but that's normal for us.

In fact, I have sort of a strange favor to
ask.

I'm a journalism major at Ohio State,
and for my business writing class,

I have to write a report about a local
family-owned business.

I was wondering if you would let me write
about Maxwell Restoration.

Oh, I don't know.

We like to keep a low profile.

Oh, come on.

It might be good for publicity.

Everyone else in my class is either
writing about a family-owned restaurant,

a dry cleaner, or a funeral home.

And this would just be way more
interesting than all of those.

I don't know.

Funeral home sounds pretty interesting and
spooky.

I promise I would stay out of your way.

Okay, my little elves.

Who's ready to put down their mallets and
take a break from the workshop?

Hope.

This is my wife, Lauren.

Hope dropped off this beautiful mahogany
desk and she's going to write something

about our business for a school
assignment.

What do you think?

That's exciting.

Hope, would you like to join us for lunch?

Oh, no, no, no.

I couldn't possibly.

Wait, what is that delicious smell?

Come on.

Find out.

So, Hope, you said you were in your senior
year.

What's your plans after you graduate?

Do you have any?

Well, I've always wanted to be a
journalist.

Allison is going to love you.

Sorry, who's Allison?

My little sister.

She writes all these stories, but she
never shares it with us.

I used to be like that.

Sharing what you've written is like
letting someone take a peek in your soul.

Well, it's never easy.

You can tell you're a writer.

Never put words together like that.

Or sentences or coherent thoughts.

Oh, look who it is.

Just in time for a free lunch,
like always.

As a matter of fact, I
already ate, but you go ahead

and enjoy that green
thing stuck in your teeth.

And this is Hope.

She's going to be writing
a profile on Maxwell

Restorations for her
business writing class.

Really?

You couldn't find a more interesting
company to write about?

Hey!

He's just jealous because we get all the
thank yous and he gets all the bills.

Somebody had to take care of that
bookkeeping debacle.

I overpaid a supplier once.

By two thousand dollars.

I'm a giving guy.

Mom, I said I already ate.

It's a small bowl.

Hope, here's a tip.

If my mom asks if you're
hungry, you might as well

say yes because she's
going to feed you anyway.

Always arrive with an appetite.

And that actually sounds really nice.

Okay, you ready?

For what?

Come on, you know.

Come on.

Oh boy.

Alright, here we go.

One, two, three.

So, what's Ian like?

He seems nice.

They all do.

Is he cute?

I'm trying to work.

You do think he's cute?

I...

Look, so what if I do?

I mean, that doesn't change the fact that
I'm there on assignment.

Uh-huh.

And I'm still here
ordering punch and elf

costumes for the
office party all by myself.

Sorry.

What's with the mistletoe?

Carry it with you at all times.

Looks like a charm.

You're welcome.

It's an antique lady's writing desk from
the Regency era.

Exactly.

It's the kind of desk you
can imagine Jane Austen

probably used to sit
at to write her novels.

You read Jane Austen?

Well, no, no, no.

I just know the time period she wrote her
books.

Don't lie.

Ian loves sappy love stories.

I do not.

Everybody likes a good love story.

My son's a romantic.

It's amazing that he's still single.

What about you, Hope?

Are you single?

Dad.

What?

Um, yeah.

Really?

I would have thought guys would be lining
up around the block to go out with you.

Dad.

What?

You know, you should give Ian your phone
number.

Okay, that's enough.

What?

You know, it's just
in case, I mean, an

interesting piece comes
in and you're not here.

Right.

Okay.

Thanks, Dad.

This piece is stunning.

You know, each piece has a story to tell.

Our job is to see to it that their stories
carry on.

Do you mind if I record a few questions?

Yeah, okay.

So how do you divvy up the workload?

Well, that's, that's kind of all over the
place.

Real order.

Used to be that Hannah was my apprentice.

And I've been teaching her everything I
know since she was eight years old.

Learned a lot that day.

Yeah.

These days, I'm the one learning from her.

Hmm.

Well, that's good.

Yeah.

How did this all get started?

Well, this was when I was in college.

I needed to make a little extra money.

So I started this business and,
well, 36 years later, I'm still at it.

And frankly, it's the only thing I ever
wanted to do.

What would you say is your company's
purpose or mission statement?

Oh, that's easy.

We make damaged furniture beautiful again.

Clear and simple.

Yeah, sure is.

It's about anything if you apply enough
love and elbow grease.

Mom, I'm thirsty.

Hi, thirsty.

I'm Grandpa.

Ask Grandma to get you a drink.

I can't find hope.

Honey, my hands are all covered in stain.

Here, I can get it for him.

Thanks, Hope.

There's a new bottle of apple juice in the
fridge.

So, how old are you, Jake?

Six.

Six.

Are you driving yet?

Nope.

Do you have a girlfriend?

No.

Do you have a boyfriend?

No.

Where are the cups?

Just over there.

Thank you.

So, you must be excited about Christmas.

I am.

Yeah, me too.

Hey, can you tell me what that jar is?

Oh, it's the Christmas jar.

The Christmas jar.

What's that?

Not supposed to say.

How come?

So, what are you going to ask Santa for
Christmas?

My Sammy.

Who's Sammy?

He's lost.

I don't know.

Can I go and play now?

Sure.

He used to sweat there.

Oh, thanks, Hope.

He's adorable.

Who's Sammy?

He said the only thing he wants for
Christmas is Sammy.

He said the only thing he wants for
Christmas is Sammy.

Who's that?

That was his teddy bear.

They were inseparable,
but then we lost him last

summer coming back
from visiting my in-laws.

We've been looking everywhere for a
replacement, but Sammy was a gift to Jake

when he was born, and no one seems to be
making them anymore.

Yeah, he's been heartbroken ever since.

Poor little guy.

Uh, Ian just found out about another job.

You should probably go with him to see how
the other side of the business works.

I'm just loading a piece of old furniture
into my truck, Dad.

Exactly.

It's all part of the process.

She should see everything.

I don't have to go.

It's fine.

I'd love for you to write about me.

Not about me, about the...

Not like... I
mean, like, the fa...

Yeah, let's go.

Take your time, guys, huh?

Would you be any more obvious?

What?

I see what you're doing.

Get back to work.

You've asked us so many questions,
but we hardly know anything about you.

That's because I'm not writing a report
about me.

But what if you were?

What would you say is the most...

interesting thing about you?

What ever happened to... where'd you grow
up?

Or, what's your favorite color?

No one outside of you
and my family knows

about my love for
classic English literature.

Romance.

Literature.

It's romance.

Okay, I'll help you know that I'm also a
huge fan of Ellis Bell.

Well, you know, Ellis Bell was the
pseudonym used by Emily Brontë.

Are you serious?

Yeah.

I knew that.

Okay.

Okay, let me think.

Um... I cry all the
time watching movies.

I have an irrational fear of clowns.

Who doesn't?

And on Christmas Eve,
when I was about three days

old, I was abandoned in a
booth at a roadside diner.

The woman who found me, she...

she became my adoptive mother.

Um...

And she was single, with hardly any money
or family support.

But...

And she still managed to do an amazing job
raising me.

And we were extremely close.

Where is she now?

Um...

She recently passed away.

Oh.

Oh, well, I'm so sorry.

It's been a really tough time.

I hope.

Yeah.

What's your favorite color?

Jake, that's enough.

No!

I told you.

No, I told you.

He's got enough.

All right, thank you.

Anybody else?

So, Jake, what did one snowman say to the
other snowman?

Do you smoke carrots?

Jake, is that not the worst joke ever?

Did you get that from Kim?

No, no, no, mine are good.

Mine are good.

Wow.

So, how do your customers find you?

Usually word of mouth.

Really?

Because if you advertised
on Columbus City

Buzz, they average
40,000 unique visitors a day.

Wow.

Yeah, it could equal approximately 6 to
10,000 ad clicks a month.

And it's not even that expensive.

I did an internship there last summer.

Ah!

We do go through some slow patches.

True.

Something to think about, maybe?

Okay.

Is that tutorial longer than a dime?

Jake!

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

No.

Um...

I wasn't born in a diner,
Jake, but my mom dropped

me off there when I
was just a little baby.

Did you ever find out who your birth
mother was?

No.

I've always wondered what could have been
going on in her life that was so awful

that abandoning me seemed like a better
option.

Do you want to find her?

I don't know.

Every Christmas Eve, my mom
and I would sit in our booth at

Chuck's and have a big dinner
and celebrate the day she found me.

I always secretly wondered if maybe my
birth mom would show up, too.

I hope it might be there.

Did she ever come back?

I don't think so.

Every time the door would
open with a jingle, I'd search

all the faces and see if
anyone was looking for me.

After all these years, I've stopped
searching.

I'm so sorry, Annie.

Oh, don't be.

I had the best mom I could have asked for.

What about your grandmother?

Is she still alive?

Hm?

Your grandmother?

The writer?

The one that gave you the desk.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Why don't we give poor Hope a break?

I think that's a good idea.

Who's ready for dessert?

Oh, I don't know.

Yeah.

I got cake!

Auvent's cake!

This is a great photo.

How did you two meet?

Well, when I was 17, Lauren and her family
moved down the street from us.

Prettiest girl in the neighborhood.

I used to see her, uh, waiting for the bus
or walking her dog, but I could never

muster the courage to go and say hi to
her.

And then one day, my dog got away from me
when she took off after a squirrel,

and Adam helped me get her back.

How did he know he was the one?

I just knew.

Or at least my mom.

My heart knew.

You're gonna make me cry.

I know!

So I was getting Jake
a drink, and he called

that jar on your shelf
your Christmas jar.

What's that all about?

Uh...

It's just a place where we throw our
change.

That's all.

Oh, come on, Dad.

Tell the story.

What story?

Lorna and I were in our early 20s.

Newly married and completely broke.

And, um, Christmas was just around the
corner.

And, you know, I wanted to buy something
for my new beloved bride.

So that November, we had this
idea to maybe throw whatever

change we had into a jar and
see what we could save up.

So I washed out an empty
raspberry jam container

and wrote the words
Christmas jar across the glass.

Yeah, and we put the
jar right in the middle

of the table so we
could see it all the time.

And, what, by Christmas we saved 28 bucks.

Which didn't go far.

No, it didn't.

But it was something, right?

It was something.

So the next year we started earlier,
like, I think Halloween or something.

It was Labor Day.

No, I think it was Halloween.

It was Labor Day.

I got this bigger jar and
we promised ourselves that

we would never dip into it
for any reason whatsoever.

And then, of course, the kids came along
and we started even earlier.

Wanted to buy gifts for everyone.

Until...

Hannah had other ideas.

It was 22 years ago.

Christmas Eve.

And we took the jar to
the bank like we always

did every year before
we did our shopping.

Okay, who's ready to put all this change
in a big coin machine?

Me!

Are we ready?

I already know how much it is.

How much is in there?

$874.90.

That makes sense.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Okay, I think you're probably right.

Hold on, I'm gonna get your baby brother.

Oh, here we go, here we go.

We got you.

What's the matter?

It's nothing.

Why are you so sad?

Why are you wearing sunglasses in the
wintertime?

Well, would you like our Christmas jar?

No, thank you, I couldn't...
Hannah, don't wander off like that.

You scared the heck out of us.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

This lady isn't.

Yeah.

I asked her if she wanted our Christmas
jar.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you go give it to her?

Oh, no.

No, I couldn't.

Yes, you can.

Really?

We really want you to have it.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

When we gave away the jar that day,
we gave away our Christmas.

There wasn't any money to buy gifts for
anyone.

And in the morning, with no presents to
open, we turned on the Christmas lights,

put on some carols, and took turns sharing
what we were all grateful for.

Turned out to be the best Christmas we
ever had.

We vowed to do it every year after that.

So from that point on, we threw all our
change into a jar year round, and then we

would give it to someone who we thought
could really use it.

And you're the first person we've ever
told that to.

I guess that makes you one of us now.

Yeah.

Mom's the word.

We still have to repair the cornice on
this night table, and we have to strip

that desk of yours with some lacquer
thinner, and then give it a good sanding.

Do you have any questions about any of
this?

Yeah.

I'd like to know how you decide on the
person who gave your jars to.

So we're back to that, are we?

Sorry.

I couldn't stop thinking about it last
night.

Okay.

We share stories we've overheard about
people from work, school, church, wherever.

Do you ever wonder about them?

I mean, where they are now.

Sure.

I think about them year round every time I
throw my spare change into the jar.

And no one's ever guessed the jars came
from you?

Hey, Chatty Cathy, there's still work to
be done.

Sorry.

Don't be sorry.

Just give me a hand with this clamp here,
okay?

You haven't learned anything, have you?

Not a thing.

Hey, Hope.

I finally got your drawer unlocked.

Ooh.

Maybe we'll find one of your grandmother's
old stories?

Actually, that's been locked for so long.

Probably even before my grandmother had
it.

I don't know what's in there.

It's an old Chinese takeout menu.

But that wasn't what you were expecting,
huh?

Honestly, I had no idea what would be in
there.

Hey, what's up, guys?

We don't want enough whole cake.

I'm scared you'll pass tomorrow.

I promised I'd take them in the morning.

You're welcome to join if you like.

Yeah.

No, I'd love to.

Yay!

She's coming!

We usually go for pancakes afterwards.

I know the perfect place.

Hey, Hope.

So...

Did you always know you were going to be a
reporter?

Um, yeah.

I can't imagine ever doing anything else.

I don't know what kind of writer I want to
be yet.

Well, you have a lot of time to figure
that out.

Right now, I just like making up my own
stories.

Maybe I can read one someday.

I know it can be scary.

But I promise I won't be mean.

I know.

I trust you.

I'll do it!

Oh, I'm gonna get you.

You seem to know what you're doing out
here.

I should.

I've been skating since I was five.

You know any tricks?

Yeah, I used to.

Let's see what you got.

It's been a while, so don't laugh if I
fall.

No promises.

Oh!

Are you okay?

Uh, no.

I think I just broke my dignity.

Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah.

I was just thinking about my mom.

This is the same place she taught me how
to skate.

Sorry, I didn't know.

It's okay.

I just miss her.

Here,

you don't want to tear so cold.

Well, those can be sharp and deadly.

Can I ask you another question about the
Christmas jar?

You go first.

I was just wondering why you always give
the jars away anonymously.

That way no one feels like they owe us
anything in return.

That's the real spirit of giving.

Has anyone ever caught you in the act?

Almost.

A couple years ago, the woman I was
supposed to give our jar to opened her

door right as I was about to put it down,
and so I pretended like I was lost,

asking for directions.

Oh, no.

Yeah, in the age of GPS, I was asking for
directions.

She must have thought I was casing her
house for a break, and so after that I

started delivering them in the middle of
the night, so no one would see me.

So what were you going to ask me?

I was wondering if you had any plans for
the holidays.

No.

Maybe we could go out to dinner or
something?

Dinner would be good.

Yeah.

Okay.

You seem happy.

We've been having such a fun day.

You still haven't told them yet?

I promise I'm going to tell them
everything when the time is right.

The longer you wait, the harder it's going
to be.

I know, but I can't yet.

You'll be fine, Hope.

You write that story, you make us proud.

Yes.

See, this article is a
chance for the people

whose lives we've
changed to say thank you.

If you say so.

I just hate seeing you compromise your
values.

And I don't want to see you get hurt.

Oh, come on, Cynthia.

It's not like she pretended to be a doctor
performing surgery or something.

She's telling people she's a college
student.

What's the big deal?

Look, I should really get back,
but come over and say hi, okay?

Okay.

I'm sorry.

I went through like ten people.

Hey.

Hey.

Yes, sir.

We're just discussing your incredible
figure skating skills.

Oh, yeah.

Did you talk about when you fell on me?

Yeah.

Uh, I remember that.

I saw that.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Hey, you see that seat over there?

Right on the end?

Well, that's where I used to sit and
finish my homework every day after school.

And I would wait for my mom to finish her
shift.

Well, have you ever been in school?

Sure did.

Yeah, I practically grew up here.

And is this the booth where your mom found
you?

Yeah.

Right where you're sitting, actually.

I got so lucky.

She wasn't even supposed to be in that
day.

In that case, we all got lucky.

Messing around with your phone,
I see.

You must be done your article.

Not quite.

What seems to be the problem, Hoke?

You've been saying not quite for days.

Well, I haven't exactly been honest with
the Maxwells.

And I'm starting to feel really guilty
about it.

Seriously?

Yeah.

Have you ever heard of Nellie Bly?

No.

Okay.

Nellie pretended to be a crazy person to
get admitted to a mental hospital where

she reported on the horrible conditions
inside.

And that report became
the foundation for

sweeping reforms in
the psychiatric profession.

Hope, there is a long
history of journalists in this

country going undercover
for the sake of a good story.

And this, what you have right here,
is a good story.

I know that.

Okay, so don't fight it.

Embrace it.

Go with it.

Be one with it.

Be Nellie Bly.

All right?

Okay.

This whole wishy-washy thing, it's not
cutting it.

Put a lot of faith in you, Hope.

Don't make me regret it.

Oh, something's coming on here.

Is that regret?

Oh, that's regret.

Yeah.

Hope, help me.

Help me, Hope.

Help me.

Hey.

Hi.

Whoa, what's all this?

So I did a bit of Christmas shopping.

I got this for Ian.

It's the Jane Austen collection.

Oh, that is perfect.

I couldn't resist.

Sammy!

But how?

Oh, thank you so much.

You have just made his Christmas.

Oh, okay.

I am gonna go hide all this.

Everyone's in the kitchen.

Ready to go.

Okay, great.

Finish that, and hey!

Smells so good in here.

These are incredible.

They're so cool.

We were just talking about Christmas and
wondered if you'd like to join us.

On Christmas Eve.

Really?

Unless you have other plans.

Just dinner at Chuck's like we usually do.

Come over after dinner and spend Christmas
Day with us, too.

Christmas Eve is my favorite.

All the Christmas lights and carols,
we wrap presents and drink eggnog,

stay up late just talking, and eating way
too many bees.

That sounds just about perfect.

But I should warn you,
Jake here gets up super

early and makes a
point of waking everyone.

Does he?

How early?

5 a.m.

6 if we're lucky.

Well, the Christmas Eve part sounds great.

You just come over whenever you want,
but don't show up looking all fancy.

We spend half the day in our pajamas.

Do you mind grabbing those for me?

Of course.

I was thinking about your birth mother.

Do you have any clues about her at all?

She left a note on my baby blanket,
but she never signed it.

Did you keep it?

Of course.

Yeah, it's the only thing I have from her.

What about trying one of those family tree
DNA kits?

It might lead you to a blood relative.

I don't know.

I always worried that talking about that
would upset my mom.

Of course.

Well, I'd be happy to help if you ever
want to try.

Thank you.

Nope.

Nope.

Nope, I'm not gonna take one.

They're really good.

I don't even see them.

Nope, they're not even there.

Oh, but yes they are, honey.

And this girl needs her sugar.

One cannot survive on a dog alone.

One speaks truth.

So where's my story?

It's almost finished.

Oh, almost.

Oh, that's great.

Yeah, cause there's this
thing called Christmas

coming up and it's
kind of a hard deadline.

I know, but there's still a few pieces of
the story that I haven't quite cracked yet.

Okay, then just give me whatever you got
by end of day.

What?

Why?

Because.

We're running out of time.

You're making me nervous.

You know what?

Until you are done, cookies go bye-bye.

But Lyle, it's not done yet.

Uh-uh.

I said no to you last week.

Yeah.

No.

No.

Ugh.

Lame.

You look as sad as that salad.

I'm stressing out.

Lyle wants my story by
the end of the day and

I still haven't told the
Maxwells the truth.

Oh, boy.

I know.

And I don't want to let Lyle down either.

So what are you gonna do?

I don't know, Rory.

I was gonna say, you're torn because all
you ever wanted was to be a reporter and

now this is finally your chance.

But you don't want to lose the Maxwells
either.

But if you could only have one,
which one would hurt the most to lose?

That's just it.

I can't choose.

You may not have a choice.

And if you don't act soon, you may lose
both of them.

I can't believe she walks all this way.

Five days a week, seven miles each way.

She has to leave the house at 5.30 to get
to work on time.

At least this should be enough to fix her
car.

With, hopefully, some leftover for
Christmas.

Okay.

Now, her mom looks after
the kids during the day and

they'll probably be home
so we have to be really quick.

What do we do?

Here.

That felt incredible.

Hannah?

Hannah?

Hannah?

Ah!

Shh.

Thanks for sharing this with me.

Come on.

Come on.

Let's go.

Come again.

What's your secret talent?

Oh, well, I'm a really fast typist.

Boring.

Okay, um... I can pick up a pen
with my toes and sign my name.

Why would you ever learn to do that?

You've never been an only child.

How about you, Ian?

Me?

Uh...

I think you should do that trick.

Yes!

No.

Come on, do it.

I'm not doing the trick.

Please do it.

What trick?

Alright, I'll do the trick.

I'll do the trick, okay?

Are you gonna make that disappear?

Watch very closely.

Not bad, huh?

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

And is this the part where you reach
behind my ear and pull out the coin?

Kind of.

Kind of?

What's that?

It's a key for your desk drawer.

I need it.

You made it?

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Did you practice that?

The trick?

Yeah.

That was the first time.

Hey, we better get going if we're gonna
make that 7.30 show.

No, I just got tickets online.

Four adults, 7.30.

I think Hope gets a student discount,
right?

You would need to show your student ID at
the booth and I left mine at home.

I'll just get my own ticket.

It's fine, I got it.

Okay.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You sure?

You look so serious all of a sudden.

I should probably tell you something.

I'm just sort of worried about what's
gonna happen when...

You know, when I turn my school paper in.

Okay.

Don't be ridiculous.

You don't need an excuse to hang out with
us.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Wow.

Mind blown.

You totally hit it out of the park.

And I'm gonna run this as the top story on
our homepage.

They give away the jars anonymously.

They don't want any form of recognition.

So they're reluctant heroes?

That's fantastic.

We gotta add that in.

The Maxwells have been so good to me.

Oh, come on.

I mean, you have written a
powerful story here that has the

potential to touch thousands,
no, millions of readers' lives.

Inspire them even.

Okay, that, that should be your focus.

Am I right as a journalist?

Hi, Brandy?

Yeah, I have some people at reception
inquiring about advertising with us.

Great, thanks.

Our classified sales agent will be right
with you.

Thank you.

Come on, Hope.

You should be proud of yourself.

I'm proud of you, even though you're
driving me crazy right now.

Lyle, I'm sorry for this opportunity.

I don't think hurting this family for the
sake of my career is worth it.

Okay.

And I'm confused.

Because you pitched me this story,
right?

I've been waiting for this story for what,
the last three weeks?

Not quite, not quite.

Finally it's ready and now you want to
pull the plug.

Well, why don't you just grow up?

Hope, you're so
overthinking this that Maxwells

will probably get a kick
out of all the publicity.

No, they won't.

Yes, they will, Hope.

Come on, smarten up.

Hey guys, come on back.

Is that Hope?

Hope, we're running the Christmas jar
store and that's final.

I guess send it to the copy editor.

Hope?

Ian...

It's killing me to leave my baby behind.

But I can't bear the
thought of seeing her

suffer as I have suffered
these past few years.

Please tell her that I love her and that I
pray I'll hold her again someday.

That will forever be my hope.

I really miss you, Mom.

I messed up and I don't know how to fix
it.

Ian, so happy to see you.

I just came to return your desk.

Well, why don't you come in?

I have other deliveries to make.

Ian, wait!

Look, I wanted to tell you the truth so
many times.

And I was scared.

Scared of what?

I was scared of this moment.

I was scared of what you think of me.

And that you might not ever forgive me.

I didn't think I was going to fall in love
with you and your family like I did.

And I didn't know how to come clean about
anything.

I just...

I don't know what to believe anymore.

What's that doing?

You don't have a desk, even your
grandmother's.

Ian, let me explain.

Good luck with your career.

I hope it was worth it.

Ian!

Party has a bird this year!

Yes, son!

All right, has a bird!

Hello!

Hello!

Cheer up.

They're never going to forgive me.

They'll come around.

Just give them some time.

Nice ears.

What?

I said, nice ears.

Hey, I like yours too.

Thank you.

Hey, what do you
think about Masquerade

Mondays as a way to beat
back the Monday blues?

Masquerade Mondays?

You mean I have an excuse to dress up
every week?

I love it.

Eggnog?

Let's go.

Hope!

Hope!

Hope!

It's not every day someone gets their
first story on the homepage!

Nice job!

Thanks.

Wait, what's that?

That's, um, some house fire.

Fire broke out in the family's home studio
trapping a man in his fifties inside.

He's now in critical condition in the
hospital.

I have to go sell
some... Told ya!

Your story has totally gone viral.

And the Christmas jars hashtag is
trending.

Ho ho!

Lay it on me!

I'm going to be hiring you as a full-time
writer in the new year.

You've got to go.

Hope?

What would

you say is your company's purpose or
permission statement?

Oh, that's easy.

We make damaged furniture beautiful again.

Clear and simple.

Yeah, sure is.

You can fix just about anything if you
apply enough love and elbow grease.

You can fix just about anything if you
apply enough love and elbow grease.

I wrote a follow-up piece.

Oh!

I never asked for that.

You said the article went viral.

And did you see how many comments and
questions there were?

So, you wrote a new article answering
quest questions from the old article.

We don't do that.

Please, Lyle.

I need to make this right.

No promises.

I'll give it a read.

Many of you read my first article on the
Christmas jar tradition and I was

surprised and touched by the extraordinary
responses it generated.

The truth is, I didn't tell the whole
story.

A few weeks ago, my apartment was broken
into.

That same night, I myself received one of
these Christmas jars.

Hope got one too?

Shh, just listen.

There was no note and no explanation.

I needed to find out where it came from.

I discovered there were others as well.

My investigation led me to the family
behind it all.

The Maxwells never sought the spotlight.

They taught me that people are mostly
good.

You just need to be reminded of that
sometimes.

And to look around and really see each
other.

Especially those who need a helping hand.

I had just lost my mother to cancer and I
was feeling lost.

But the Maxwells opened their home to me.

I felt like I belonged somewhere again.

My deception was repaid with nothing but
kindness and compassion.

I revealed a secret that was not mine to
share.

And now I'm saddened to report the Maxwells
are going through a tragedy of their own.

Adam Maxwell is in the
hospital fighting for his life,

so please keep him and
his family in your prayers.

And may the spirit of the Christmas jars
live on within all of you.

Hi.

Hi.

Come on in.

Please.

How's your dad doing?

Oh, he just got back from the hospital.

He's still intubated in the ICU.

They're worried
about respiratory failure

from all the smoke and
chemicals he's inhaled.

Hannah, I'm so sorry about everything.

Oh, I know you are.

Come on in.

I'm so sorry about Adam.

Thank you.

And I'm sorry for what I did to you.

For lying to you and for exposing your
secret.

I trusted you.

I know you did.

And I'm so sorry.

I wanted to tell you the truth.

No, I did, but I just got so far in with
all my lies and I couldn't find a way out.

That's all I really wanted to say.

And, of course, I'm keeping Adam and all
of you in my prayers.

Do you want to stay for dinner?

I would really love to.

I really would, but my mom and I always
spend Christmas Eve at the diner.

Even though she's not here.

I felt that if I were there, then she
would be with me.

Of course.

I should come with you if you want.

Oh, thanks, Jake.

I'll be okay.

And you should stay here with your family.

Ian, would you walk me out?

I know I screwed up.

And I know you might not ever forgive me.

So if I never see you again, I want you to
know that I really do care about you.

That part was never a lie.

I gotta go.

You okay?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

Why don't we play a
game or something instead

of standing around
staring at each other?

Good idea.

She must have forgotten something.

Hmm.

How about a game of cards?

I got them.

Alright, you go get them.

It wasn't hope.

Was it?

It was this woman and her little boy.

They gave this to me.

All she said was thank you and God bless
you.

Here, I'll go.

Let me see that jar.

Um...

I got three more.

Here you go, mom.

People who want us to know they're
thinking of us.

I want to get that one.

This is amazing, but I don't understand.

They're saying thank you.

That's all.

You'd better come see this.

Merry Christmas.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Merry Christmas.

Oh my goodness, thank you.

Thank you.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Jake.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, guys.

Thank you.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Thank you so much.

Mrs.

Maxwell.

Yes.

I'm so sorry to bother you.

I know it must be a very tough time.

I just felt like I had to come.

Would you like to come in?

Thank you.

I used to live near here when I was a
newlywed.

That's a happy time.

Some of it was happy, but not most of it.

My husband had a very bad temper.

Everything okay, Mom?

Come, join us.

These are my two oldest, Hannah and Ian.

My son-in-law, Dustin.

I'm sorry, I just realized I didn't ask
you your name.

It's Marianne.

Nice to meet you, Mary.

So nice to meet you all.

Please, go on with your story.

My ex-husband was a very violent man.

When I was nine months
pregnant, he beat me

so badly that I thought
I was going to die.

But I didn't.

I survived and so did my baby.

I gave birth to her at home.

By yourself?

Yeah.

I never had any friends back then.

He made sure of it.

I didn't have money for a doctor.

He cleaned out our savings account and
took everything.

The rent was overdue.

Utilities shut off.

I mean, there I was,
freezing with a newborn in

an apartment, wallpapered
with eviction notices.

I had nowhere to go, no one to turn to.

I was inconsolable.

I could barely breathe after.

I gave her away.

I gave my baby away.

I didn't know where to go.

I had no one to turn to with it.

I didn't know where.

This little girl up here.

Just this little angel.

And she gave me this jar of pills.

It changed me.

I just sat there.

I couldn't believe it.

It's amazing.

That money did more than help me to
survive.

It renewed my faith so I could pick myself
up and carry on.

What happened to the baby?

I left her in a little diner.

I know it sounds terrible.

It was terrible.

It is terrible.

But there was something in
the kindness of my waitress'

eyes and the friendly owners
that made it seem safe for her.

I just knew that someone else could give
her a better shot at life than I could.

But I think about her every day.

Marianne, have you had dinner yet?

Want us to come in with you?

Thanks, but I need to do this on my own.

Hope?

I think this is the same booth.

It is.

I'm sorry this is so awkward.

I've thought about
this day for so long and

now that it's here, I
don't know what to say.

That was the worst day of my life when I
wrote that note.

It's okay.

I'm sorry.

I'm okay.

And I'm really happy that you're here.

Me too.

Your mom made you hope.

Yeah, she did.

Oh, I'm Marianne.

It's nice to meet you, Marianne.

It's nice to meet you.

We have the same nose.

Yeah, we do.

Oh, there's that huge ring blinding me.

Oh, so beautiful.

Wow.

Thanks for making me look bad,
Ian.

Oh, stop.

Who wants turkey?

I do!

I do!

Raise them up, that's it.

If this family gets any bigger,
we're going to need two turkeys next year.

And two Christmas jars.

Two.

Two.

Okay.