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♪ Joy to the world ♪

♪ The Lord is come ♪

♪ Let earth receive her King ♪

♪ Let every heart prepare Him room ♪

♪ And heaven and nature sing ♪

♪ And heaven and nature sing ♪

♪ And heaven and heaven and nature sing... ♪

Oh, my goodness, Mrs. Barbato,

you're going to have to need a second tree.

Grace, I love your store.

Everything here looks so wonderful!

Well, Christmas is our specialty...

Is this where Santa lives?

No, buddy,

but he will be here in just over a week

for the Christmas parade,

just like he is every year.

The 50th Annual Christmas Parade!

I was at the very first one your grandparents started,

and now it's become what our town is famous for.

Your grandparents and your mom and dad

would be so proud

that you kept their legacy going.

Well, there's no place I'd rather be.

All right, here you go,

and you have a very merry Christmas.

And a merry one to you, too, dear.

I'll see you soon.

Wait for me!

Guess what!

"Good Day, USA"

picked Green River

for their Christmas Eve morning remote broadcast.

Our parade is going to be seen across the entire country!

Oh, my gosh. This is amazing.

I can't believe

"Good Day, USA" finally picked us.

My parents have been trying

to get them to come here for years.

You're the one that got it to 50.

This is all you.

Do what you were born to do.

Rock Christmas.

Now, this is wonderful news, Grace.

I'm so happy for you.

And the businesses in town, of course.

Christmas is keeping us all in the black.

Yeah, that and the best Santa in the country.

No, you're just saying that.

Yeah, me and "The New York Times."

Well, I can hardly wait to be there.

I mean,

I'm having my third cocoa!

Mm!

In the meantime,

I have some of Santa's Helpers here

for a little weekend refresher course.

Now, let's hear that "Ho-ho-ho"

one more time, gentlemen...

Ho-ho-ho!

"Find the jolly!"

Ho-ho-ho!

Ho-ho-ho!

See? That's better, huh?

My Ugly Christmas Sweater Party

is in a few days,

and I invited

a pretty diverse selection

of Green River's most eligible bachelors

just for you.

I...

have to do inventory that night.

Grace, Mark moved away almost a year ago.

You can't avoid dating forever.

I run a year-round holiday store

and I'm in charge of the parade

that keeps the entire town going.

Well, maybe one year,

you could let someone else take over the parade.

I can't do that.

Owning the store means organizing the parade.

It always has.

I mean, who wouldn't love

to be surrounded by Christmas every single day of the year?

Mark, apparently.

He didn't get it.

He never did.

Grace Long?

Yes. That's me.

Leslie Mitchell,

field producer for "Good Day, USA"

in New York.

We spoke on the phone?

Of course. So nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you. Hello.

Hi.

Welcome to Green River.

Since we only have a week to go until the parade,

I'm just trying to get a lay of the land.

Is it okay if I take a little video of your store?

- Of course. Go right ahead. - Wait! Wait, wait.

- Caroline, knock it off. - Okay, okay.

And five, four, three...

Actually, I'm just using my phone

so we don't need a countdown.

Gotcha.

That is adorable.

Ooh, what's back there?

Oh, just this and that.

These are wonderful. Who's the artist?

Actually, that's me.

You're very talented.

It's just a side hobby.

Ho-ho-ho!

What's that?

That is "Selfies with Santa."

"Selfies with Santa"? This I gotta see.

Yes!

And look at you!

Oh, you're ready for a nice picture with Santa Claus!

Well, come on, here we go!

Oh... Oh!

Oh, so cute.

I know.

- The kids just love him. - Beautiful.

Oh, boy...

you've done this before.

Oh! Merry Christmas!

He really is the best Santa.

Thank you so much and Merry Christmas!

Hi, Mrs. Claus!

Hello!

And hello, Santa.

Well, it's good to see you, Gracie.

And I bet that you want a selfie with Santa.

I kinda do.

One, two, three.

I can see why this parade is so popular.

He's incredible.

Oh!

Oh, that's so nice.

How did you do that?

I have my connections.

Well, how about we all go inside

for some famous Long Family eggnog?

Now, you don't have to ask me twice.

- Good idea. - Perfect.

Thank you, dear.

You're welcome.

There you go.

And a Ho-ho...

Oh, no!

Tom!

Are you okay?

Where does it hurt?

Just the arm,

but I've got another one.

Okay, well, we should probably get you inside.

Okay, one, two, three, ready?

Oh! Oh...

I'm okay.

- You okay? - I'm okay.

All right.

What are we going to do about the Parade, Tom?

You can't be Santa.

Of course I can still be Santa.

The parade is a week away.

I'll be right as rain-dear.

You see what I did there?

Sweetheart,

you can't do your job with a big cast.

But the 50th anniversary parade

is in a week,

and the whole town is counting on me.

Tom, don't worry about me, okay?

I'm so sorry, Grace.

Call George at the Santa School,

ask him if any of our former students are available.

Everyone's booked.

You've trained them so well,

they're in high demand.

Normally, I would be happy to hear that,

but not today.

Careful.

Tom, you just...

You stay here and rest, okay?

- Okay. - All right.

The important thing is you rest right now.

We'll find someone.

Ho-ho-ho! Ho-ho-ho...

Like I said before, everyone,

find the jolly!

Okay, Jim,

pretend I'm next up in line.

Okay.

So...

What would you like Santa to bring you for Christmas?

Ho-ho-ho!

A pony.

What's the square footage of your property?

Do you have the necessary permits?

Have you even notified the planning commission?

You know what, Jim,

I think you should probably just stick with city council.

Yeah.

Okay.

Next?

Please have a seat.

All right, um, let's see.

Do you know,

I'm thinking a little more beard.

Yeah, not beardy enough.

Beardy...?

Next!

Thank you, though.

Aren't you Mayor Harvey's son, Clint?

Yup.

So, I mean, this is just like a formality, right?

Sorry, losers.

That's lunch.

All right, you guys sound great.

You're gonna sound amazing for the parade.

But after those auditions,

we still don't have a Santa.

How bad can it be?

Aren't you Mayor Harvey's son, Clint?

Yup. So, I mean, like, this is just a formality, right?

I feel sick.

I wish there was something we could do, Grace.

There is, Tom.

Holly, don't even suggest it.

There's no point.

Suggest what?

I happen to know,

there is someone who could do it.

Our son.

Ben.

Ben from high school?

He's changed a lot since you saw him last.

He's in Boston now.

And... he's a Santa there?

No, he went through all the training.

He was supposed to take over the school someday

when I retired,

but let's just say he never wanted to follow

in Santa's footsteps.

Getting into a Santa suit

is the last thing that Ben wants to do.

Yeah, but I'm sure

when he understands what's at stake,

he'd be happy to help.

Don't get your hopes up.

Hi, is this Ben?

Yes.

This is Grace Long

I know why you're calling.

So you'll do it then?

You'll stand in for your dad?

The whole town

would be so grateful.

Are you sure my dad can't do it?

I mean, I just spoke to my mom this morning

and she said he was just fine.

She probably didn't want to worry you.

So he's not okay?

No, he will be,

but you know, with his cast the way it is,

and his arm in a sling,

he just can't be Santa.

And according to him...

you can.

You see, but I'm... I'm not a Santa, I'm a writer.

Ben, here's your coffee.

Christmas just isn't my thing.

Your dad said you'd say that.

How about for an old high school buddy?

Except we weren't friends in high school.

You were a freshman and I was a senior.

That's a no-go.

Still.

Once a Green River Hawk, always a Green River Hawk,

right?

Go Hawks!

That's really more of a crow.

I hope you find someone, I do, really.

It just, it can't be me.

Sorry.

So am I.

How goes the Santa Search?

Grace, if you can't find anyone comparable,

I'm going to have to let the network know.

No!

No, I actually found someone.

You did?

Mm-hmm.

Who?

Tom's son, Ben.

- Who? What? - See?

Oh! You must be so relieved.

So relieved.

Good job!

Thank you.

All right, we'll see you later.

- Okay. - Good job.

Why did I do that?

Why did I say that to her?

Now what am I going to do?

Pray for a Nor'easter and scrap the whole thing?

Tom! That's not like you.

Well, what's she going to do,

drive to Boston and drag Ben back?

You know what,

that is exactly what I'm going to do.

♪ Fa-la-la-la ♪

♪ Fa-la-la-la... ♪

♪ Fa-la-la-la ♪

♪ Happy Holiday ♪

♪ Happy Holiday Gonna have a Happy Holiday ♪

♪ Happy Holiday ♪

♪ Happy holiday, happy holiday ♪

♪ Gonna have a happy happy holiday... ♪

Are you sure he'll be here, Tom?

Well, it's his office,

he goes there every day.

Ooh, hey, on the way back,

can you swing by the Santa school

and pick up a box for me?

Yeah, sure. No problem.

♪ ...Spread that fun now ♪

♪ Spread the cheer ♪

♪ We're all waiting for our friends to get here... ♪

Sorry,

I know I'm hovering, but, uh,

you're almost done, right?

Would it be okay

if I take this table when you leave?

Oh, you know, actually...

It's no rush. Take your time.

It's just kind of my "go-to" writing table.

Oh, you're a writer?

What do you write?

Just a... I'm working on a novel.

Hmm.

Well, I'm sorry about your table,

but I'm not leaving for a while.

Got a blind date?

I'm looking for Santa Claus.

Isn't he a little old for you?

Okay.

How about Ben White?

Do you know him?

Ben who? N-no.

Mm-mm. Nope.

Here you go, Ben.

Ben!

Oh.

Sorry, one sec.

Thank you.

Okay, fine.

I'm Grace Long.

I... gathered as much.

Oh, hey. All right.

That was awfully nice of you.

He's a good guy.

He's just down on his luck.

Can I sit?

Yeah, please.

So, I'm sorry, um...

I really hope you didn't come all the way up here

to try and talk me into this.

Look, Ben, I don't think you understand

what's at stake here, okay?

This is the 50th anniversary of the parade.

"Good Day, USA" is going to be there.

The entire town is counting on the publicity

to bring in new tourism,

and we can't do that without a decent Santa.

I get it, but I'm sorry,

as much as I'd love to help, I'm working on this novel,

and I just can't afford to take any time off.

I could pay you.

No, it's not about the money.

I just...

being Santa isn't my thing.

Well, I mean, is there anything I could say

to make you change your mind?

No. I'm sorry.

Look, it's okay.

I'm just going to go ahead and grab another table.

I've to get some work done on my novel

before someone calls for a ride.

Calls for a ride?

Yeah, I'm a rideshare driver.

Gotta pay the bills, right?

Anyway, thank you for your inquiry.

I hope you have a safe trip back.

It's good to see you.

Take care.

You're fake-typing.

No, I'm not.

Really?

So the title of your novel is...

"Slijrvidsin?"

Yes.

Yes, it is.

It's a coming-of-age piece set in Sweden.

So...

Now if you'll excuse me.

Okay.

Hey.

Hi.

Looking for someone?

I just got a message for a ride to the train station.

Oh.

Wow, what a coincidence.

I just requested someone.

I mean, what are the odds

that you'd be the closest Uber driver?

Well, since you're five feet from my car,

I'd say about 100%.

That's your car?

That one, yeah.

Perfect.

Should I find someone else?

No.

That's fine.

So which station?

Back Bay?

Actually, there's been a change of plans.

Recalculating...

New destination,

Green River, Connecticut.

I am not driving you to Connecticut.

Out of the car.

Are you really going to kick a poor, defenseless woman

out of your car in a bad neighborhood?

We're in Beacon Hill!

The only crime around here

is someone parking without a permit.

I'm gonna give you a bad rating.

I'll give you a bad rating.

Ben...

your dad broke his arm in two places.

He's in a lot of pain.

I'm sure he'd love to see you.

And your mom misses you, too.

And with your dad out of commission,

I'm sure she could use the help.

I do need a new laptop.

See? There you go. Win-win.

You're giving up way too easily.

Well, to be honest,

my hopes weren't up very high anyway.

Light jazz, huh?

Yeah.

It helps calm me when I have difficult passengers.

♪ Four calling birds ♪

♪ Three French hens ♪

♪ Two turtle doves ♪

♪ And a partridge in a pear tree! ♪

What, you don't like Christmas music?

I have a problem with people thinking it's okay

just to give someone 23 birds.

Okay, that's actually a good point.

Who are you texting?

None of your business.

My dad, right?

No.

It's my boyfriend.

You don't have a boyfriend.

And how exactly do you know that?

'Cause he would have driven you to Boston.

Okay.

Okay, it's your dad.

I'm surprised he figured out how to text anyway.

Well, he's not quite there yet.

He still signs them "Love, Tom."

Oh, look at that.

You have teeth.

Who knew?

Okay, see?

So why would you even want me as Santa anyway?

I'm obviously not jolly enough.

Yeah, why is that?

I'm just not a fan of the holidays in general.

It's too many expectations.

Inevitable disappointment.

You know I run a year-round holiday store, right?

My grandparents started it,

and my parents took over,

and now me.

So, I celebrate Christmas every single day.

Really?

Yeah, what's wrong with that?

Don't you want more out of life?

I'm perfectly happy with my life choices.

But I appreciate your concern.

Well, here we are, back in Green River.

Home sweet home.

The parade route looks amazing, don't you think?

Ah, you said you wouldn't mention that.

I said I wouldn't mention Santa.

Look, I'm going to go ahead and drop you off here,

and you can pay.

I might stop by my parents' house.

Oh, you know what, that's perfect,

because I've got to stop by the Santa school.

Why?

Well, your dad asked me to pick up a box for him.

Are you going to come in?

Uh...

No, that's all right,

I'll just, I'll wait in the car.

Hello?

George?

Is anybody here?

It's Grace.

What is she doing in there?

Okay...

Ooh, whoops.

Where did you get that?

Oh, it just fell out of the box

with all your dad's stuff.

What is it?

It's basically a "How-To" manual

for being Santa Claus,

and technically, non-Santas aren't allowed to read it.

Then maybe you should put it down, too.

Right.

So, you've got my dad's stuff.

Let's go.

Bennie!

You're here!

It's so good to see you.

Hi, George.

You too.

I'm just here to see how dad's doing.

So I'll get you to your house.

Does my dad know I'm coming?

Uh, yeah, he's at the gazebo with the mayor

getting ready for the Christmas Candlelight stroll.

I thought you said he was in a lot of pain

and needed my help...

Excuse me, it's... a call from one of our Santas

in the field.

George here.

"Merry Christmas" in Gaelic?

You've got me stumped.

Hang on.

"Null-eg hunna ghwitch."

Any chance you heard that?

Great.

You still got it, kiddo.

Don't get excited.

I just remembered from one of my classes.

I didn't realize you had to learn so many languages.

The real Santa can speak to any child in the world,

so our Helper Santas do whatever it takes

to be like him.

It's a year-round commitment,

and a lifetime of joy.

Your dad just wanted to pass that joy on to you.

I had different plans.

I know you did, Ben.

So your dad just wanted to pass on his legacy?

I wanted the freedom to choose, Grace.

Everyone deserves to live their own lives,

not someone else's.

Almost forgot,

Tom wanted this, too.

It's a Santa suit.

Oh. Okay.

Thanks, George.

Ben, there you are!

Hey, Mom.

I'm so happy you're here!

It's good to see you.

Where's Dad?

He's in there.

This one is for you...

And this one is for you.

Merry Christmas.

Ben...

You're here.

Hey, Dad.

Look at you.

You doing okay?

Don't worry about me.

Now that you're here, I'm great.

I'm so happy you decided to fill in for me as Santa.

I never said that.

Did you tell them I said yes?

Oh...

She didn't say a thing.

We just assumed,

because you came all this way.

I came because I thought you needed me.

We do need you.

To be Santa.

Dad, we have talked about this

so many times.

Okay, my entire childhood was Santa 24/7

until I left for college.

All you talked about

was how one day I would take your place.

Did you realize how much pressure that put me under?

Ben, it's okay...

No, it's not okay.

You're happy following in your family's footsteps.

You don't know what it feels like

to want something different.

I told you, I'm happy with what I do.

Okay.

Mom, I'll see you at the house.

Aren't you going to stay for the stroll?

I mean, we have all the candles.

No, I'm good.

Maybe I can talk him into it tonight

before he goes back to Boston.

You can try, but...

he's obviously already made up his mind.

So that's it, he's leaving?

Apparently so.

Too bad.

He was cute.

I didn't bring him here to date him.

It's called multi-tasking.

Do you think about anything

besides getting me into a relationship?

Sure.

I think about getting myself into one.

Ah.

Look, it's Ben.

He's still here.

Go talk to him.

Maybe steal his car keys so he's stuck here.

It will just be a waste of time.

Do you have other plans?

So...

How's, uh... "Slrfidijrdr" coming?

That's funny.

You mind if I sit down?

Only if you don't...

Ah, I know, I know. I won't...

Not even.. a little bit.

Not at all.

Thank you.

Oh, no thanks.

Oh, come on, it's tradition.

Every store does cookie decorating

during the Stroll.

Pretty sure it's meant for kids.

Just because you're not gonna be Santa

doesn't mean you can't enjoy Christmas a little.

Come on.

Just one cookie.

Okay, but only so I have something to eat

on the drive home.

Whatever it takes.

That's great.

Yeah, we'll throw in a scarf...

That's incredible.

It looks like an oil painting.

My parents,

they did show me one of your paintings

in their house.

You're good.

Painting's just a hobby.

After my parents died,

it sort of fell on me to take over their legacy.

So...

I stepped up.

You know, I didn't run, I did the right thing.

And I'm proud of what I did.

I didn't run either, Grace.

I just walked down a different path.

Are you sure you chose the right one?

I thought I did.

I just, I spend half my time wondering

if my ideas are terrible,

cliché,

or a combination of both.

So, what's your novel about?

It's kind of like "The Outsiders",

but with zombies.

I can't quite figure out the tone.

Well, isn't it just,

"Uughh...

You see?

That's the problem, I was missing that.

I've been doing more of a...

That's a good zombie, actually.

Thank you.

I think... I think you found it.

Come on, you two, it's a Candlelight Stroll,

not a Candlelight Sit.

The tree lighting is up the street.

Come join us.

A little Christmas won't kill you, son.

I just told him the same thing!

Great minds.

Mm-hmm.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

What a beautiful evening.

We have lit up the streets,

and now it's time to light up the tree!

Grace Long, come on up here.

Ladies and gentlemen,

give Grace a huge round of applause.

Thank you.

Would you like to do the honors?

I mean, you deserve it for getting Tom's son here.

Oh, well,

I didn't, 'cause he's not doing it.

Oh... What?

When were you going to tell me this?

I was going to tell you tomorrow.

So, who's doing it?

I'm still looking.

Well, my Clint could do it.

He's available.

Well, you know, not just anybody can do this.

I mean, you know that.

What are you saying,

Clint's not capable of doing this?

No. No, no, not at all.

Okay, if I can't find a professional,

then Clint's in the suit.

But he has to have a crash course with Tom.

Okay.

He's wonderful!

Yeah. Great. Yeah.

He's just going to be amazing.

He's got such a way with people.

Okay.

Okay, great, uh...

All right, everyone.

Ready? Here we go!

Five! Four!

Three! Two!

One!

Oh.

It's all right, we'll fix it...

Okay, let me try that.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

Well, at least I taught him something.

Tom, leave him be.

I was secretly hoping that maybe...

I know.

Well, it's getting late,

so we'll be heading back to the house.

What? It's 5:30.

We're old.

I'd like to stay.

...But, uh...

...I'm so tired!

Because I'm, uh, old,

and, um...

See you in the morning?

Okay.

And you're staying at the house, right?

Yeah, but I'm going to be leaving at dawn.

You're not going to stay

for Christmas?

Mom, I'm sorry,

Christmas is the busiest time of year in Boston.

A lot of people need rides.

I'll come back soon. I promise.

Keep that arm elevated, Dad.

I'll see you at the house later, okay?

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Good night.

I guess we'll return these.

So you're really leaving in the morning?

If I leave early enough,

I can beat the traffic.

Okay, well then, I'll go with you.

Why?

Because my car is kinda still there.

What?

You told me you took the train.

Oh, yeah, well, I totally lied to save the parade.

But since you're going back so early,

I can go with you,

and get back in time for the parade.

I'll even pay you.

Okay?

No, that's...

I'll drive you. I'll take you free of charge.

Thank you.

No problem.

See you in the morning.

Good night.

'Night.

>Come on, Ben, think...

"10 Things Your Driver Won't Tell you:

Rideshare Etiquette by Ben White."

Okay, my ride is here.

He can't come to the door?

Not very gentlemanly.

It's not a date.

It could be.

I will be back soon enough, okay?

If anyone comes in

who remotely looks like a better Santa than Clint,

please lock them in the storeroom.

You're joking, right?

Of course I am.

...Ish.

At least slap on some lip gloss

before you go.

I will see you later, Caroline.

Bye!

It's totally a date.

You know, I read your article about Uber drivers.

It's not going to stop me from changing the radio station.

Clearly.

You're a really good writer.

So you looked me up, huh?

Creepy.

Okay, I looked you up, too.

Your family really changed Green River for the better.

Yeah.

They were pretty amazing.

I'm sorry you lost them so young.

Thanks.

It's always harder this time of year.

Wow.

Since when was snow in the forecast?

I thought it was just supposed to rain.

... With an unexpectedly cold storm front,

meteorologists now expect white-out conditions on I-95

from Hartford to Boston

from now until tomorrow morning.

What do you think we should do?

We need to get off the road.

So where are we now?

Uh... Worcester, Mass.

We're halfway between Boston and Green River.

They're gonna be closing the roads on both sides.

But the parade is in less than two days!

I have to get back for the final preparations.

I don't know what to tell you.

How about we go back in time,

and you tell me, "Hey Grace,

"there's a chance of snow today,

so you probably shouldn't come down to Boston."

Really?

Did you not hear

the "unexpected" part of the forecast?

Look, there's no way we're gonna make it back now.

We have to figure out where to go,

and we can't stay in the car.

You know what,

one of my best friends from way back

lives near here.

I can see if we crash at her house

till the worst of the storm is over.

I doubt she'll want some stranger in her home.

Any friend of mine is a friend of hers.

Beautiful, right?

Come on.

Hi!

So happy to see you!

How are you guys? So great to see you.

It's been a long time. Good to see you again.

- Hi. - Hi. Ben.

Oh, my goodness,

and who has replaced Tucker and Alyx

with these gigantic children?

I'm not a giant.

I'm a mech.

It's a gigantic robot

you climb inside and fight with.

So wait, are you one robot,

or a bunch of robots combined into a Megabot?

I'm definitely a Megabot!

Is he your boyfriend?

No.

No, he's... just a friend.

Everyone, this is Ben.

The storm is really coming down.

Let's get you guys inside, come on.

Come see our tree.

Oh, what a beautiful tree.

We always wait until the kids are on break

to decorate,

so you guys got here just in time.

Really?

I had nothing to do with that.

Yeah, sure.

I swear.

Do you have something against Santa?

Don't go there.

Here you go.

What's wrong?

The roads aren't going to be done

until at least 4:00 a.m.

Well, our guest room is being renovated,

but we do have a very comfy sectional.

Thank you,

but the parade is in 36 hours,

and I have to get back for final prep.

Plus I still have to find somebody to...

Well, you know.

Yeah. I know.

Look, we can't go anywhere tonight,

so let's sleep here,

we'll leave at dawn, get your car,

you'll be back in Green River by 9:00 a.m.

Yeah, that could work.

You sure you'll be okay

with all the Christmas spirit here tonight?

I'll make do.

That's the spirit.

Mom, come on, please tell me what it is.

Please!

Can I see that?

I'm really good at guessing presents.

Trust me.

Oh...

Okay, yup.

I know what it is.

What?

It's a turnip.

It is not!

You got a turnip!

No...

Santa brought a turnip.

It's not a turnip...

What's mine?

Yours? Oh, that's easy.

A toaster.

What? No! I don't want a toaster!

I'm sorry, you're getting a toaster.

This one is to me from Jeremy.

Any guesses?

From Jeremy...

No, nothing.

He just thought you might like a velour box.

Wow.

You're good.

Okay, French Toast.

Yes!

"...A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread..."

That's not the end, Daddy.

The last page is ripped out.

It was an accident.

Nice job, Tucker.

Alyx, he's six.

Give him a break.

Do you remember the rest?

Hang on, I'll go online.

"He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work.

"And filled all the stockings,

"then turned with a jerk.

"And laying his finger aside of his nose,

"and giving a nod,

"up the chimney he rose.

"He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

"and away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

"But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight..."

"Merry Christmas to all,

and to all a good night!"

You awake?

Yeah.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Whatcha doing?

Well...

right now I'm having a heart attack.

Sorry.

You working on the book?

Yeah, I'm pre-writing.

Oh, what's that mean?

Means I'm trying to figure out what to write.

I've been pre-writing for quite some time now.

Hey, what are you doing up so early?

I had a bad dream.

Let me guess,

it was about not having a Santa for the parade,

and ruining Christmas?

No.

That would be a nightmare.

Anyway, since I'm up so early,

I'm going to see if Amy has the ingredients

to make eggnog.

You know how to do that?

Yeah, I do it all the time at the store.

"The World Famous Long Family Recipe."

"World Famous," huh?

Yeah.

So if I do a little...

Internet search,

it'll come up?

Mm-hmm. Why don't you try it?

Okay.

Let's see.

"Long Family egg..."

Oh.

Yeah, it auto-completed "to eggnog", didn't it?

Yes.

Yes, it did.

Impressive.

Okay, but wait,

who's the lumberjack?

Oh.

That's my ex. Mark.

He moved to Oregon about a year ago.

No one since?

No.

I've just been focusing on work.

What about you?

Lots of potential in Boston, I imagine.

Aspiring novelists/ slash/Uber drivers

aren't exactly making the list

of "Boston's Most Eligible Bachelors."

Yeah, but I mean,

you at least broke away from your family's expectations,

and went and chased your dream.

I'd imagine a lot of women love that.

So you did have other dreams.

Oh, we weren't talking about me.

Okay, I think I have all the ingredients I need.

Milk, cream, eggs, and sugar.

Okay, what spices do you need?

I am not at liberty to say.

Okay, so we start this

by pouring in the milk and cream.

So, what other dreams

did you have in your life, Grace?

It doesn't matter.

Oh, I think it does.

I think it does.

You've been judging me about it non-stop.

Come on, cone of silence.

I know you love the store.

I do love it.

Well, what did you dream about doing with your life

before you took it over for your parents?

I was going to art school, okay?

But then my parents died right after high school,

and, uh...

then I wound up staying home.

And that's okay.

I still get to paint,

I just sell my work in the back of the store.

It's okay.

Okay, well...

Next up...

it's the eggs and the sugar.

Shoo! Go away.

Right.

Like that...

Pour a little bit of that in...

One of these...

There we go.

All right.

Then you stir the pot,

which you obviously enjoy doing.

Now...

time for the secret spices.

Close your eyes.

This is really unnecessary,

you know that, right?

I saw you peeking.

Okay.

Little of that.

Little of this...

All right,

you want the first taste?

Yeah, I'm not really much of a "nog" connoisseur.

Come on.

It's famous, remember?

Trust me, it's amazing.

All right.

Wow.

See?

I told you you could trust me.

- More? - Sure.

- Oh! - Really?

Sorry.

It's all over...

Eggnog! Eggnog! Eggnog!

It smells so good in here!

Can we have some?

Yeah! Absolutely.

- Did you just make it fresh? - You guys want some eggnog?

Smells amazing.

Tell me what you think.

It looks so good.

You guys want some?

Yes. Love some, yeah.

Well done.

Sounding good, sounding good...

Oh, beautiful, beautiful.

Oh, no, no, okay, that's a bad bell.

We'll swap that out,

don't you worry.

And ringing, and ringing, and...

Okay, that's me

Take a break, guys.

Where are you?

We'll be leaving in a few minutes.

How's Worcester?

I've been trying to reach Grace.

Is that her?

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. Stall her.

She's on an errand.

She'll be back in a bit.

Ah.

But everything's okay, right?

It's Christmas in Green River.

You didn't answer my question.

I'll tell her to call you.

Okay, bye.

Is she gone?

For now.

When are you coming back?

Soon.

Why, is there actually another problem?

You know, besides the fact

that we don't have a Santa,

we might lose the "Good Day, USA" spot,

and most likely permanently damage

the entire town's income stream?

No, everything's fine.

Wait! No, it isn't!

What?

You didn't RSVP to my ugly sweater party tonight.

Goodbye, Caroline.

But you said we could go see Santa

at the mall this morning.

Aw, buddy.

You have a fever.

We can't do it, I'm sorry.

But you promised.

How about we sit down

and write Santa a letter instead?

But Christmas Eve is tomorrow night.

He'll never get it in time.

Email, then.

Last year, you said Santa didn't do email!

If we don't get to see Santa in person,

he won't know what we want.

He won't come.

He won't come?

Of course, he will, buddy.

No, he won't!

I want Santa!

Oh, sweetie.

Ho-ho-ho!

Merry Christmas, Sheridan family!

Santa!

It's Santa! You came!

You actually came!

Yes, I did...

I have a surprise for you.

- Thank you! - Thank you.

Come on over.

Tucker, come sit on my lap.

You really know my name?

Of course, I know your name.

I also know you've been a very good boy.

So, what would you like for Christmas?

Wait, let me guess,

something to do with robots?

Yes, please.

And Legos,

and a puppy,

and a new baby brother!

Well...

Legos and robots I can do,

but a new brother...

I'll have to pass that message on

to the right department.

Thank you, Santa.

You're welcome, Tucker.

Alyx, I've seen how kind and generous you are.

You're a wonderful big sister.

She's the best.

So, what would you like for Christmas?

Nothing with princesses on it.

No princesses, got it.

I like your style.

So, what would you like instead?

Ooh...

a microscope, please.

And a rock tumbler, please.

Oh...

And no more brothers.

Please.

Okay. Santa will do his best.

Thanks, Santa.

Well, kids,

I bet Santa has to get going.

I'm sure he's got other kids with fevers

to visit today.

Yes, I'll be back tomorrow night,

so make sure you get to bed nice and early.

We will!

I love you, Santa.

Santa loves you, too.

Wait, Santa, you can't leave.

You have to meet Mr. Ben.

He's so cool.

Uh, well, you know,

I think Mr. Ben is actually down on the main road

looking at the conditions.

But I'm sure he's made it onto the "nice" list.

Right, Santa?

He's trying.

Okay, kids, well, have a great Christmas!

Ho-ho-ho!

Bye, Santa!

Merry Christmas!

Bye, Santa!

Best Christmas ever.

Come here.

Ben...

That was amazing.

Thank you for that.

How did you know the suit was in the car?

I, uh, I found it there this morning.

I was just going to give it back to my dad, but...

I guess there was a reason it was still there.

I know that was hard for you.

It wasn't that hard,

but don't tell my dad.

I don't want them to get their hopes up.

But... you kind of got mine up again.

I am sorry, Grace,

but I have to get back to Boston.

It's my busiest week.

The rent's not going to pay itself.

Know what, fine, fine,

let's just hurry back up there and get my car, okay?

I can't believe I left this close to the parade.

You thought you had another shot at convincing me.

Maybe I just like hanging out with you.

Did you ever think about that?

I think about it a lot, actually.

Well, we got the sidewalk and driveway clear.

Oh, great, so we can get back up to Boston.

The only open roads are the ones going south.

But we have to get my car

and get back down for the parade.

It's in less than 24 hours.

You want me to take you to Green River, don't you?

Could you?

Please?

Bye, guys!

Bye, everyone!

Merry Christmas!

Bye, Merry Christmas!

Drive safe!

Bye, Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas! Happy New Year!

They are such a great family.

I miss having that.

You know, it's funny...

What?

I always thought

if I was trying to get away from my legacy,

I'd have to go as far away as I could,

but after being at Amy's house...

I kind of forgot how Christmas felt.

Yeah.

I mean, I kind of forgot how Christmas felt, too.

You own a Christmas store.

You told me yourself

you feel the Christmas spirit every day.

Well, yeah, but...

I don't know, I guess it'd be like,

if you celebrated your birthday every day.

After a while, it just...

it wouldn't feel special anymore, right?

And I guess somewhere along the way,

Christmas became a job.

I just didn't realize it until now.

So quit.

I can't.

The whole town depends on Christmas,

especially the parade.

I knew that that would be my responsibility

when I took over the store.

But it's okay.

I'm happy knowing that what I do makes other people happy.

What about you?

Hmm?

Don't you deserve to be happy, too?

♪ Deck the halls with boughs of holly ♪

♪ Fa-la-la la-la la-la-la-la ♪

No light jazz?

No.

This is perfect.

♪ 'Tis the season to be jolly ♪

♪ Fa-la-la la-la la-la-la-la ♪

It is so magical here after a snowstorm, isn't it?

Like a painting?

Smooth.

Be right back.

Okay.

Oh, excuse me.

Is that Ben?

Yes, but...

Oh, thank goodness, he's here!

I was five minutes away from letting the network know

that we didn't have a Santa.

That would've been bad.

Like, so bad.

I probably would've got fired.

And then showcasing Clint

on national television?

Ooh, total nightmare

for you and the town.

Well, anyway,

all of that's behind us now, so...

There they are. Okay. Yeah.

Yes. Ben is here.

Karen, are you hearing me?

He's perfect...

Chestnuts...

Grace!

Grace, where have you been?

We have a huge issue.

What? What's wrong?

My baritone refuses to sing in our Christmas Quartet

if he has to wear the hat.

Oh, I see.

What's so bad about a hat?

Uh, well, Stan,

as festive as your hats are every year...

Thank you.

...I can't force someone to wear a costume

if they don't really want to.

That was really meant for me though, right?

Yes, but you were supposed to know

I was talking about you,

without actually acknowledging it.

That's why it's called subtext.

I don't do subtext.

Really?

You just... tell it like it is?

You don't keep anything inside?

That's right.

So, what are you thinking right now?

♪ Dashing through the snow ♪

♪ In a one-horse open sleigh ♪

♪ Over the hills we go ♪

♪ Laughing all the way ♪

♪ Ha-ha-ha! ♪

Well, you are certainly

brimming with Christmas spirit today,

aren't you?

I'm just singing.

Don't read into it.

I'm not.

What's this?

Oh, this is great.

Each of the businesses on Main Street

decorates a tree for the float.

So, this one's for the store.

Caroline just finished it.

And then this one down here is for your dad...

Oh...

It's for your dad's school.

Gosh, with everything that happened with his arm,

they must not have gotten around to it.

I get a discount at your store, right?

Only for friends and family.

Come on.

Oh, uh...

What? Closed?

Why are we closed?

What's going on?

Why are we closed?

You don't want to go in here.

Why not?

Tom is giving Clint a Santa lesson.

Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?

Well...

no...

Ah!

I'm just gonna go inside.

You-you don't...

It's "Ho-ho-ho...!"

Ho-HO-ho... Ho-Hoo-ho...

Okay, let's try 'er again.

HO-ho-ho!

You're putting the emphasis on the wrong "Ho."

It's "Ho-ho-HO!"

Ho-HO-ho!

Are you serious?

You're messing with me, right?

I'm trying to bring my personal flair to the role.

There's no "personal flair,"

you are representing a real Santa Claus.

Fine.

Ho-ho-ho.

"Personal flair."

Wow. I'm sorry.

Don't apologize...

This is stuck.

You don't owe me anything.

Oh.

I didn't think you were still going to do it.

It's the least I can do.

So, are you going to stay for the parade?

I probably shouldn't.

I was gonna stop by and see my Dad one more time,

and then head back up.

Are you at least going to stay

for Caroline's Ugly Sweater party?

She really wanted you to come.

Well, I would,

but I don't have an ugly sweater.

That I can help you with.

Come on.

Okay.

Ooh!

Oh, we look absolutely ridiculous.

Yeah.

Success.

♪ Kisses underneath the mistletoe ♪

♪ Love to sing those classic songs... ♪

That's great.

Grace! Over here!

Hey!

Glad you could make it, Ben.

Your sweaters are horrifying.

Thank you.

Appreciate it.

- Have fun. - After you.

All right.

Lead the way.

Oh, hi!

♪ Christmas time A dream come true... ♪

See, look at everybody in the Christmas spirit.

You know, I might get...

Ah-hah.

"Jolly Folly Photo?"

- Come on. - Oh, we have to.

♪ ...The decorations and the Christmas lights ♪

♪ All the colors lighting up the night ♪

♪ Bells are ringing in the air ♪

♪ Givin' gifts to show we care ♪

♪ See the love all over the world ♪

♪ Smilin' faces on the boys and girls ♪

♪ Everybody's spreadin' Christmas cheer ♪

♪ Such a special time of year... ♪

Hey!

♪ Christmas time ♪

♪ You and me ♪

♪ Christmas time ♪

♪ A dream come true ♪

♪ My favorite part of Christmas time is you ♪

Didn't know you liked to dance.

I don't know what got into me.

Must be that darn Christmas spirit again, I guess.

Guess so.

♪ A dream come true ♪

♪ Christmas ♪

♪ It's Christmas time ♪

♪ Christmas ♪

♪ You're all I need ♪♪

♪ A crackling fire ♪

♪ A flurry sky... ♪

- Okay. - Okay.

♪ The twinkling lights on the tree ♪

♪ Catch the light... ♪

Oh.

Oh, yeah. Oh, boy. Okay.

There.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Where were we?

What's up, Grace?

Clint.

Yeah.

Shouldn't you be at home practicing?

Practicing? What, sitting down?

I'm going to crush it tomorrow.

Don't worry.

Boop-boop!

Oh, hey!

Will the parade be over

before the game starts tomorrow?

Hey, dude, you're representing the real Santa Claus here.

This isn't a joke.

Uh, pretty sure you have no say in this, bro.

I'm Santa now.

Ho. Ho. Ho.

No. No. No.

All right...

No, no, no, no!

No.

Grace, you can't let that guy on the sleigh.

Well, I don't really have much of a choice.

What I mean is...

I can't let him on the sleigh.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that...

I've been in a great mood all day.

It felt...

it felt good to make those kids happy.

For the first time, I can finally see

what my dad's been talking about...

you know, about bringing joy.

When we walked around today,

it finally sank in

how important this parade is to the town...

and my dad...

and you.

So I'll do it.

I'll do it, if you still want me to.

Thank you!

Yes, thank you.

Oh... yeah, I know.

Okay, hold on. Let me... yeah, yeah.

All right, how about we celebrate

with two overly-sweetened Christmas cocktails?

Sounds amazing.

Hey, Tom?

It's Grace.

You're never going to believe this.

Ben is going to be Santa!

I know. I know, I am so happy, too.

Okay. All right.

I'll see you tomorrow. Bye.

Did I just hear

that Ben is going to do the Christmas parade?

Yes!

Oh, thank goodness.

We were all certain

that Clint was going to ruin everything.

Oh, I know,

but now the parade is going to be perfect.

I don't know what you did to change Ben's mind,

but the whole town thanks you.

Oh... sure.

I mean, this parade is my legacy,

so I would do anything to protect it.

Okay...

Oh!

Well, hello, Santa.

Hey, uh... there's your drink.

Thanks...

and thanks again for stepping up.

You have no idea how grateful I am.

I think I know.

I mean, after all, you would do...

"anything to protect your legacy," right?

Like making me think there was something real between us?

No... Ben!

Come on, that's not what I meant.

Ben!

Ben, wait!

Ben, would you stop, please?

Okay, I was just making small talk,

and as far as you and I are concerned,

I wasn't pretending anything.

You have to know that.

Except you've been pretending your whole life.

Right? So why stop now?

Excuse me?

You're so afraid of facing the reality

that you're not happy with your own life choices,

that you spend every waking moment

trying to force me to change mine.

I told you,

I am perfectly happy with my life choices.

Except they're not your choices,

and you still can't admit

to having even the tiniest bit of bitterness about that.

You know what? Forget it.

Great.

Forget that I ever even asked you to be Santa,

'cause I would rather have Clint out on that sleigh

than someone as self-righteous as you.

No problem.

Fine.

Did I have a choice?

Hey, Ben.

Everything okay?

Yeah, Dad. I'm just...

I'm heading back up to Boston.

The roads are clear.

Now? But Grace said...

I know what she said, Dad, but she's wrong.

It's not happening.

And why not?

I thought you had finally come around.

Dad...

why couldn't you ever just accept the fact

that I'm being who I want to be?

And who is that, Ben? Is it a writer, or...

It doesn't matter, Dad,

as long as I'm making the decision for myself.

I just wish you could know what it feels like

to bring joy to so many people.

I do, Dad, okay?

I get it.

I've even felt it,

but...

I just wish that for once, you could be proud of me,

even when I'm not following in your footsteps.

I am proud of you, son.

You are a good man... kind, smart, and strong.

In the end, I guess that's all I needed to pass on.

Here, let me help you with that.

No.

You know, when I started the Santa school,

I wrote our motto...

"Find the jolly..."

but what I meant by that was...

find your own way

to make the world a better place,

and I should've followed my own rules.

You do what brings you joy, Ben.

What brings you joy...

because that's... that's all that really matters.

You really mean that?

I do...

and I... I love you, son...

Santa or not.

Hello?

Where have you been?

Why aren't you answering your phone?

Oh, uh...

gosh, sorry. I didn't hear it.

I was worried.

I thought something happened to you.

Well, something kind of did.

That's why I called...

to dish about Ben,

and now that I know

you're not trapped under a bookshelf,

we can do just that.

Oh, this is so cute.

You should display it at the store.

If I put out everything I had,

it would be way too much Christmas.

There's never too much Christmas.

So...

tell me everything.

Hmm.

There's nothing much to tell.

He's probably already back to Boston by now.

But you said

he was going to be Santa tomorrow,

and I saw you slow-dancing,

and I saw the way you look at each other.

Yeah, well did you see the part where he stormed off?

No. What happened?

He said that I was just pretending to like him

to get him to be Santa.

Of course, I told him that wasn't true,

but then...

What?

Then he said I was in denial about my own life...

that I tell people

that I'm happy with the store

and the parade and all that,

but that deep down, I'm really... really bitter

because I never got to go to art school

because I took over the shop

after my parents died.

He says I'm not doing

what I'm really meant to be doing.

I mean, can you believe that?

I mean, what a jerk, right?

Caroline?

He might be a teensy bit right.

What?

Grace, come on.

You're amazing with the store and the parade,

and everyone is so grateful

for everything you've done,

but...

when we were younger,

you couldn't wait to get out of Green River

and paint the world.

You have all those beautiful paintings

at the store

of Christmas all over the world,

but you've never been able to see one of those places

in real life...

because you're stuck here,

living your parents' dream...

not yours.

Hey! I stepped up.

Okay? Without me, the store would've closed,

and the parade,

and probably the whole town.

I'm really proud

of everything I've done for them.

See?

For them.

What about for you?

I'm sorry, Grace.

I didn't mean to upset you.

Caroline...

do you think it's possible to love Christmas,

but just not want to live and breathe it

every single day?

Not for me.

Maybe for you.

Maybe you should find out.

Yeah.

Yeah, I think that...

I like that one. Yeah, I think so.

Let's just switch these two.

I think that'll be better.

Great. It's going to be...

So, the "Good Day, USA" hosts

want to interview your Santa right before the parade.

Oh, and good job delaying the parade

for the prime-time 6:00 news!

There's going to be so many more people watching.

So many more.

It's going to be great. So, where is Ben?

Uh... Ben...

He's running a little late.

Beard issues.

But everything's okay, though, right?

Oh! Yeah, no.

Yeah, it's fine.

He just...

he doesn't want to come out before the parade

'cause he's afraid it might ruin the mystique.

The mystique?

Yeah...

and he asked

that there's not a lot

of cameras in his face,

so nothing too close.

Pretty much just

no close-ups at all.

Wow.

Who knew Santa was such a diva?

I know, right?

Well, I'll let the hosts know.

Ta-ta!

Thank you!

Excuse me! Pardon me.

Why did you say all that?

So that maybe people won't see

that our Santa doesn't have the twinkle in his eye

that Tom did.

And Ben.

I saw your painting of Ben.

He really was incredible with those kids.

Hey, uh...

can we get the party started?

I really want to get home and watch the game.

Clint, what did I say was the number one rule?

Always stay in character when you are in this suit.

Always.

What, Santa can't watch football?

F... football?

Did you hear that?

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

Sorry, Grace.

I tried my best with him.

I know you did. I know.

Grace, all this is my fault

I pushed Ben too hard to follow in my footsteps.

I should have let him feel free

to be who he was meant to be.

I know he would have loved to have heard that.

I know I would have.

Grace, honey, isn't this what you wanted?

Of course.

The entire town is counting on me.

My family's counting on me.

This store is the only link that I have left to my family.

But you don't have to live Christmas every single day

to keep your mom and dad in your heart.

They're always there,

and I know that if your parents were here now,

they'd want you to live your own life,

not theirs.

Thank you...

both of you.

It's almost time for the Santa-pocalypse.

We have a problem.

Of course we do.

Clint!

Clint, what are you doing?

What? Santa can't watch the pre-game?

No!

No, he can't, because he's Santa!

Okay...

where's Ben?

Uh, he's... not here.

What kind of operation are you running here?

He's out, he's in, he's out...

Do you realize

the terrible position you've left me in?

Leslie, I am so sorry.

Okay, I take full responsibility

for all of this,

but right now,

there's not much I can do

because Santa is not here.

We're going to have to take this segment

way down.

Hello!

Hey, what're you doing?

This is...

I'm Santa!

Gah!

Grace!

Are you going to do something

about this imposter?

Clint...

you're fired.

You can't fire me.

My mom's the mayor.

Ma!

Tell them who Santa is.

Really?

Get out of the sleigh, dear.

What, are you serious?

Okay. Ho, ho, no.

But I'm Santa! I'm Santa!

Kris Kringle!

I'm going to watch the game then.

Thank you so much for coming back.

You have no idea how much we appreciate it.

Merry Christmas, Green River.

Merry Christmas.

We've got some work to do!

♪ Take a trip down candy cane lane with me ♪

♪ It's the cutest thing I swear you'll ever see ♪

♪ It's the best ♪

♪ So get dressed ♪

♪ I'll impress you ♪

♪ With the colors of the rainbow ♪

♪ Take a trip down candy cane lane with me ♪

♪ It's so magical ♪

♪ Let's go there in your dreams ♪

♪ It's the best ♪

♪ So get dressed ♪

♪ I'll impress you ♪

♪ With the lights in all the windows ♪

♪ Candy cane lane bring a friend this holiday ♪

♪ Bring a friend who loves to play ♪

♪ We'll eat all the candy canes, oh ♪

♪ Candy cane lane bring a friend this holiday ♪

♪ Bring a friend who loves to play ♪

♪ We'll eat all the candy canes ♪

♪ Oh, candy canes ♪

♪ We'll eat candy canes ♪

Ho, ho, ho!

Hello, children!

Take a seat.

Good to see you all.

Here you go. One for you.

One for you.

Ho, ho, ho!

Okay.

Thank you! Merry Christmas!

Hey, how are you?

Come over here and sit on Santa's lap.

Ho, ho, ho!

I, I can't thank you enough

for coming back.

You made this happen.

Well, Santa's always happy to come to Green River.

Can we talk?

Merry Christmas.

I... I guess I'll just go.

And what would you like for Christmas?

That sounds wonderful.

Now let me see what Santa can do.

Grace!

Hey!

I've been looking everywhere for you.

Why?

It's pretty obvious

you didn't want to talk to me over there.

Grace, all I wanted to do was talk to you.

It's just, I can't break character

when I'm in the suit.

I thought you knew that.

Oh.

Right.

So, Grace...

Ben...

After you. After you.

I just wanted to say

thank you for reminding me what Christmas is all about,

and you were right.

About what?

About what I want to do with my life.

Painting makes me just as happy

as anything I've ever done at the store.

So you're giving that up?

No, no,

but I'm going to find a balance.

I mean, just because I want to paint

doesn't mean I have to give up my legacy,

so I'll have Caroline manage the store more,

and when Christmas rolls around,

I'll appreciate it more,

and then, maybe next year,

I'll be able to see Christmas

somewhere other than Green River.

Maybe I'll start with Boston.

You'll have to let me know how it is.

Why?

Because I'll be here.

I'm staying.

Why? I thought...

I know.

Today, I saw the joy of Christmas again.

I finally realized how important my dad's work is.

People need Santa.

So you're going to take over for your dad?

I mean, what about your writing?

Watching you follow your heart,

it's what made me look inside mine,

and if you give that up...

I didn't say I was giving up my writing.

I'm just going to find a way to do both...

like you.

In fact,

I think I finally figured out

what I was meant to write.

A children's book...

about a town's quest to find Santa

and bring him there for a Christmas parade.

Huh. Sounds familiar.

Very believable.

Only one thing's missing.

What's that?

An illustrator.

You know anyone who likes to paint?

I believe I do.

So, I guess

this is kind of a new beginning

for both of us.

Yeah.

Maybe we should start from scratch.

What do you mean?

You forgot to put in a destination.

Right... about...

here.

Oh, no!

What?

We still have to go get my car!

All right, come on.

Third time's the charm.

There you go. Thank you!

If you could excuse us for a couple minutes, please?

Just a quick break.

What's going on?

I changed the dedication a little

for the second printing.

Give it a read.

"For Grace,

who will forever be my Mrs. Claus."

Yeah, but... but Mrs.?

That would mean we'd have to be mar...

Grace Long...

will you marry me?

Yes!

♪ Dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh ♪

♪ O'er the fields we go ♪

♪ Laughing all the way ♪

♪ Bells on bobtail ring ♪

♪ Making spirits bright ♪

♪ What fun it is to laugh and sing ♪

But...

You had to write that dedication

before you proposed.

How did you know I'd say yes?

Santa knows all.

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride ♪

♪ In a one-horse open sleigh ♪

♪ Jingle bells Jingle bells ♪

♪ Jingle all the way ♪

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh ♪

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh ♪♪