Original subtitles

(cheery music)

(people chattering)

But Darby needs somewhere to

drive around

with Tess, Kimber and Ben!

Santa doesn't have enough Darby

Dream Wagon's to give out.

The workshop is backed up.

It's right here in the catalog.

Can't you just buy it for me,

daddy?

It's only 74.99.

A steal.

The Christmas tree skirt

factory is closing.

We have to save money until

I can find another job.

And my holiday ice sculpting job

is dried up since the accident.

But Holly, we promise, it'll

still be a great Christmas.

Cheer up, Holly.

At least we still have each

other, right?

Dear Santa, this Christmas,

all I want is for my parents

to go away, that's it.

Can you make that happen?

Love, Holly Winters.

(whimsical music)

(ominous music)

(intense music)

Naughty or nice this year,

little girl?

I'm a grown ass woman, bitch.

That is not Christmassy!

What the?

Come on!

(intense music cont.)

That's right, frozen fish

was Chef Ho's secret sauce.

The fraud was then arrested for

assault.

Ho has closed the doors today

because of the scandal

that was about to break.

So Ho is no, longer.

What a tragedy.

I know, Dean.

I just love, love, loved

their crab leg tower.

Where will we have our office

Christmas party this year?

Don't you mean holiday party?

Please don't give me that war

on Christmas face, Christie.

Cut.

Great show today, Dean and

Christie.

Can I speak to you for a moment,

Holly?

I just wish you were a little

bit more like Christie.

Christie is like a

talking tube of lipstick.

Yeah, she's also pregnant.

It's Dean's.

So I gotta dump her from the

show.

Pregnancies make people

uncomfortable, especially me.

Yeah but, Christie's always

in front of that giant desk,

no one will even know.

But I will.

And because you'll never

succumb to having children,

I want you to fill that empty

chair.

As anchorwoman?

The, anchorwoman of Channel 6

News.

Well uh, what about my

investigations?

Do you wanna keep wearing your

ugly wigs

and playing undercover dress up?

Or do you want to triple your

salary?

The second thing.

I'm, I'm in.

Not so fast, Connie Chung.

Once you take that seat, you'll

be the face of this station.

Billboards, bus benches,

even those annoying little

screens in the back of cabs.

Yeah.

Image is everything,

and yours sucks.

Screw you, Kevin.

But, I have a way for you to

take

that giant sack of coal out of

your ass.

You're headed to Ornaments,

the Christmasiest town ever,

to cover their annual

Ornaments Festival of Christmas

Wonders.

All their parties and events.

They even have a hot cocoa ho

down.

Whatever that means.

And you'll be checking in

nightly

with Dean and prego Christie.

And since you're from there,

you'll give the story a hometown

spin.

Look, I appreciate the gesture,

but I hate Ornaments and

everything that it stands for.

You mean Christmas?

It celebrates the tacky

commercialism

of some like.

- Oh my God.

Miracle baby born in a barn.

I am never, ever going home,

okay?

Ornaments will land you the

dream job

people would kill for.

Plus, while you're there,

maybe you'll fall in love.

Yeah, okay.

Love.

Gross.

I'm Holly Frost and you're

watching Channel 6 News.

Good evening, I'm Holly Frost

and you're watching Channel 6

News.

(mysterious music)

(sleigh bells ringing)

(Holly sighs)

Yeah, it's gonna be great.

Trying to get to Ornaments

before I have to be live on

camera.

SAM: I'm sorry I'm late.

Thanks for all the help.

(romantic music)

I'm Sam.

I'm your camera man.

(record stopping)

You know anything about

Ornaments?

Unfortunately.

Boat loads of Christmas

events happen there every year

and idiot people from all over

the country

come to partake in a

joyous time in the snow.

That sounds fun.

Yeah, it's not, trust.

So um, who are they, your

sisters?

Those are my ladies.

It's my wife Lacey and

our daughter Taylor.

Huh.

Lacey passed last year.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

How?

Cancer.

Mm.

What kind?

Cancer.

Oh, right.

Yeah.

Let's just uh, get this

over with, shall we?

All right.

I'm gonna take a--

Buckle up.

Quick nap.

(cheerful music)

(ominous music)

(Holly gasping)

Whoa, are you okay?

Yeah, yeah yeah, it's fine.

What is it?

We made it to Ornaments.

(Christmas bells ringing)

Sick.

(cheerful music)

All right.

Okay, I'll go fetch

the rooms to the hotel.

Maybe you can uh, score some

coffee?

Something festive.

(cheerful music)

Shit.

(cheerful music)

Oh, Jesus dude.

Oh my God!

Bonjour, madam.

Hi.

BARISTA: What can we get you

today?

Um,

two La Prancer's peppermint

mocha latte's.

Okay, coming right up.

Great.

Hey listen, you don't have

any booze back there, do you?

Uh.

Whatever kind, really.

(barista laughs)

You're funny.

Yeah, I wasn't.

Nevermind.

Go, make the latte's.

Holly, Winters, is that you?

Uh, it's actually Holly Frost

now, Danica.

Where's the ring?

Oh I didn't, I didn't get

married,

I just changed my name.

From Winters to Frost, but why?

They're basically the same

thing.

Nope, they're not.

Well, I'm actually married.

And get this,

I'm the Mayor now.

It's crazy, right?

(Danica laughs)

Hm.

Today, I am giving back to our

community.

Did you want me to wrap anything

for you?

Oh, just your sweet little

mouth.

I see you're just the

same old Grinchy Holly.

Oh no, come on, look.

I can be cordial.

Like how is your hot cousin?

Oh, you mean my cousin Chris

Pringle.

The one who you dumped

via IM on graduation day?

No that you would care,

but Chris has actually been

through a lot recently.

He just lost his wife.

Hopefully not to, cancer.

Hot air balloon.

Like it caught on fire?

No.

One fell on her.

Holly.

Your latte's are ready.

Oh, great.

Hey, these uh, bows could use

a little work there, Mayor.

Pretty uh, limp.

It's not limp.

Hotel's sold out.

Yeah, since it's the 75th

anniversary,

everything's booked.

But I got a better idea.

I can just put a blow up in

the back of the van and uh,

I'll sleep in the front seat.

It's not necessary.

I have a place we can stay.

(cheerful music)

Oh, Holly!

Son of a nutcracker,

you're really here!

This is magical, wow.

(ominous music)

- Hi!

- Hi.

Okay, yeah, all right.

Oh, you're really shaking there.

Okay, that's quite enough.

Oh my gosh.

Let me look at you.

Just, wow.

My little sister, the big

city TV star in the flesh.

I just, oh hi.

Is that your boyfriend?

No, it's my camera man.

His name is Sam.

Camera man Sam.

Camera man Sam.

That is fun to say.

I'm Cookie.

Oh, Hol, I'm just so tickled

you're back.

We have so much catching up to

do.

We can wrap gifts and sip cider

and oh,

we can cook a holiday beef

brisket on Christmas night.

Yeah, no.

I leave first thing on the 25th.

I'm just, I'm just here for

work.

Oh.

Boo.

Well, I will take what I can

get, so.

That's great.

How bout some of that cider?

I have so much cider.

I have three different flavors

of cider.

I have nutmeg cider,

which is crazy, I know.

(cheerful music)

There it is, just like you left

it.

Not really.

What is all this shit doing in

here?

Oh, I turned the attic

into my Christmas sweater sewing

studio.

Okay.

Holly, I really wish

you'd reconsider leaving

Christmas morning.

It would mean a lot to have

you here for the holiday.

You know, spend some quality

time with family, with me.

Yeah, I um, I really gotta

get ready for the story, so.

Hey, I can take a hint.

(tense music)

(light bells ringing)

Mm.

(Holly laughs)

Oh, so cute.

(ominous music)

Dear Satan?

(dark music)

I wrote Satan.

(cheerful music)

Greetings.

Chad Pringle and?

Joy Wreath.

O-M-Gingerbread, I heard

rumors she was back in town.

Is the famous Holly Winters

really sitting with us

right now?

It's Holly Frost now.

Oh, you got married.

Why does everyone keep asking me

that?

I love the blazer.

Coral, or is it more tangerine?

It's definitely tangerine.

I wish I could wear something so

bold.

My boss doesn't like me in

anything but muted tones.

And always a turtleneck.

Mm, boss sounds like

a controlling asshole.

It's cousin Danica.

Oh.

Oh, Joy's the Mayor's assistant.

And, I'm working for your aunt

now.

Aunt Becky's still alive?

After years of consuming

all that butter and

sugar by the truckload.

Holly was always such a kidder.

My funny, fabulous bestie.

And then she dumped me

and my brother Chris

and all of Ornaments for

bigger and brighter things.

Not that I'm still

totally devastated by it.

Well, I mean, what?

(romantic music)

Chad,

and Holly.

Chris.

Sup.

Wow, Christmas came early.

Yeah.

Uh, we'll see you both later?

At the bakery, for letters to

Santa?

Yeah.

Um, uh, maybe um, after

my gig we could uh,

uh, catch up, you know.

Grab dinner or something.

Yeah Hol, I'd really love that.

Cool.

(girl gasps)

Who's the pretty lady, daddy?

Oh Faith, I'd like you

to meet my old friend.

This is Holly.

You have a kid?

He does indeed, hi.

What are you asking Santa for

this year?

Excuse me?

Santa.

What do you want for Christmas?

I don't see a ring on that

finger,

so perhaps to land a husband.

(Holly laughs cynically)

Maybe you should ask your daddy

for a reality check on both this

year.

What?

You don't believe in love or

Santa?

I mean what is the point of

living?

It's almost six, Holly.

We gotta start setting up.

Oh, thank Christ.

Um, well we'll make a plan later

then?

Yeah, I uh,

I don't really think I'm

gonna be hungry, but thanks.

Santa is real, sweetie.

(sleigh bells ringing)

I spy my big city successful

niece!

Aunt Becky?

Is Rudolph's nose red?

(Aunt Becky laughs)

Oh, hello.

You must be Holly's main

squeeze.

Uh.

Call me Aunt Becky, everyone

does.

Are you sure that you're my Aunt

Becky?

I mean the last time I saw her

she was--

Round?

Big, plump.

(Aunt Becky laughs)

Yeah.

I lost 162 pounds this past

winter.

Jesus.

Well I definitely prayed to him

about it.

But what really melted

that stubborn fat away

was a change in diet.

I used to constantly

taste test my cookies.

But then I started to

play a game with myself.

I would give them all names.

Like my little cookie children.

I wouldn't eat my children.

Okay, so what about the

people who do eat them?

Don't mind if I do.

Hey, get your.

So why are you dressed like

you're

about to service a fruitcake?

Well this is my caroling

costume, thank you for asking.

I'm on my way to rehearsal right

now.

Oh sweetie, you should come.

You've always had the most

beautiful singing voice.

Yeah, it was kind of millennial.

Debbie!

Oh, here, can you hold this.

Debbie.

I don't wanna.

Alcohol, where is the alcohol.

(tray slamming)

So uh, where's Chris?

Chris is with my brother,

the sheriff,

over on Quinton Avenue.

Chris spotted some vaping teens

trespassing on Goldman's

property

hooking up Christmas lights.

Personally I think they

were doing them a favor.

They are the only house on the

street

without any Christmas lights.

People are allowed to be

Jewish in Ornaments, Danica.

I never said that.

See y'all on TV.

Let's do this.

All right.

Okay, here we go.

Smile, smile, smile.

CAMERA MAN: Live in three, two,

one.

It is such a joy to watch these

faces

jot down what they might like

from Santa.

I'll be back here tomorrow

night for the hot cocoa ho-down.

Yeehaw!

I'm Holly Frost, Channel

6 News, Christie, Dean.

CAMERA MAN: And we're out.

Drink, please.

CAMERA MAN: Awesome.

Here, let me get you a glass.

Don't worry about it.

I'm just gonna drink from

the bottle, but thanks.

I'll,

I'll be right back.

Greetings.

Dear Satan,

it's been 21, scratch that.

22 years.

Thanks for ruining Christmas,

dick.

You can keep it.

Screw you.

Sincerely, not yours.

Holly Frost.

(magical music)

Hey uh,

do you wanna show me the back of

your van?

Uh.

Come on.

(mysterious music)

Business.

Casual.

Take off your pants.

I have to take off the shoes

first.

But shouldn't we like just start

kissing?

Oh, there's gonna be absolutely

no kissing.

Okay.

Let me help you with those.

Really?

What's wrong?

It's not you.

It's that.

(ominous music)

It's my wife.

I'm not sure I'm ready to do

this to her.

Okay.

To be honest, we should just.

I mean, try to keep

this thing professional.

Professional.

That's how I ended up

in the back of your van.

With my top off.

By both of us keeping

things super professional.

We've got.

Oh, and by the way,

your earring is super lame.

Where did you get it?

Hot Topic?

My daughter.

My daughter got me this.

(melancholy music)

And I'm drunk.

♪ Four golden rings ♪

♪ Three ♪

(slowing music)

Darby's Dream Wagon.

(tires screeching)

Woo!

Party rocking.

Coming in and I'm a--

Ah, bummer!

(melancholy music)

(loud banging on van)

Whoa!

What the hell?

(loud slamming on van)

Okay.

Uh, all right.

(Holly screaming)

(sirens blaring)

Pull over, ma'am.

Pull over.

Great, the pigs here to ruin the

fun.

Ma'am, put your hands up.

Don't flipping ma'am me.

I am only 27 years old.

Turn around, ma'am.

Quit calling me--

(romantic music)

Hello, sailor.

(slamming on van)

Hi, hi, uh yeah there's

something on the roof of my van

and it seems pretty angry and

uh.

I, I don't know what it is.

It could be a large person or a

moose.

No this isn't a joke.

Hello?

Hello?

Ma'am, have you been drinking,

ma'am?

What are you gonna do?

Breatheralyze me for ridin'

around

in a little bitty kids toy?

Technically, you were driving.

So we're gonna need to see some

ID.

Hm, okay.

Well how bout I see your ID's,

huh?

I'm Sheriff Wreath.

Hm.

This is Deputy Wreath.

You guys don't happen to

be related to Joy, do you?

Why, 'cause we're the

only black people in town?

Because your last name's are

both Wreath.

We're brothers.

Joy's our sister.

Sexy siblings.

Bet your parents are pretty hot,

too.

They're dead.

Samezies.

Hello?

(ominous music)

(engine choking)

(tense music)

So is Aunt Becky your real aunt?

Mm-hm.

'Cause her angel cookies are the

bomb.com.

Nerd alert.

Pretty hot nerd, though.

Deputy.

Sorry, um.

Look, we're gonna let you

off with just a warning.

(Holly gasps)

But that's only 'cause of Aunt

B.

She's been real supportive of

us, less experienced singers.

Oh God, you're a caroler?

When in Ornaments, right?

Well, gentlemen, it is getting

late

and it has been a pleasure.

But I will see you later.

Have a lovely evening.

(engine choking)

Come on!

(ominous music)

No.

No no no no no no.

No no no no no!

(glass shattering)

Whoa!

(camera man screaming)

Help me, please, no!

(Satan Claus growling)

SATAN CLAUS: Hot Topic.

(intense music)

God.

Yes.

Sam, come on, we gotta go.

I need some caffeine before

this sad hot cocoa ho-down.

Come on Sam, giddy-up, let's go.

Don't care if you're

naked, I am coming in.

Woo!

Yeah I've called Sam like 100

times

and the news van is gone.

I need you to send me

another camera man, ASAP.

Preferably one without a dead

wife.

No, there's no time, Holly.

If Sam doesn't resurface soon,

just find a townie with camera

experience.

Oh, by the way,

the audience seemed to buy what

you were selling last night.

So keep it up.

(Holly sighs)

Want to knit a Christmas sweater

with me?

I'm thinking maybe a cat riding

a dog who's on a reindeer.

And, they're all in Santa hats.

As super fun and creative as

that sounds,

I need to find somebody who

knows how to work a camera

for tonight's segment

because that sexy loser

with the stupid sexy earring is

MIA.

Oh well what about Chris

Pringle?

When he's not selling Christmas

trees,

he's teaching videography

at Ornaments High.

And he's also single.

My, my ex with the

bizarro teen child, right.

But I mean, what choice do

I have?

Oh, choose love.

Ah, this is kinda like when

we were back in high school.

You doing the video morning

announcements while I filmed it.

Except, no braces for this guy.

Carol's Electronics should

have everything we need.

There may be no need for

Carol's.

Hey, Kevins, we found the van,

but there is obviously no sign

of Sam.

Holly, come here!

Six, six, six.

The number of the beast?

I'll test the red stuff for you

guys

but I'm telling you, this is

probably just

a couple of teenage vaping

hooligans

out trying to have a good time.

Okay, well my camera man is

not at Ornaments Hospital,

so theorize that one for me,

Sheriff.

Telling me how to do my job?

Chris, I'll meet you back here

in five.

I'm gonna go smash a Texas

Mickey of creme de cacao.

Hm, okay.

Thanks, Candace.

Hey, are you two coming

to the hot cocoa ho-down?

I'll be filming for a

big city news station.

Gosh, that sounds just swell.

We'll be there as soon as we

close up.

Au revoir.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Yeah.

All right, everybody.

We are closed, so if

you could go ho ho home.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Happy holidays.

Jingle all the way!

Merry Christmas!

Do you really want to go to that

ho-down?

Of course, it's a classic.

It's my favorite event

of the whole season.

And you heard Mr Pringle,

they're gonna broadcast it on

live TV.

We can wave at our mom's.

But Mayor Danica won the

song contest this year,

which means she'll be singing

"Saucy Santa" there tonight.

That song makes my ears bleed,

Cameron.

(Candace humming)

Really, I,

I think it's super catchy.

Well let's just stay here.

Or, do you wanna graduate

high school still

holding your V card?

I thought I did.

Think about it.

Everyone will be at town hall,

which means that we can scream,

moan as loud as we want.

Now do you?

I don't know, Candace.

Aunt Becky's got surveillance

in case those vaping

teens get the munchies.

We never know when she

might be watching us.

Not today.

Now.

Now, take off that damn

apron you sexy elf.

(Cameron gasps)

When did you start swearing?

That big city TV lady inspired

me.

(cheerful music)

Do you hear that?

My heart beating like

a little drummer boy?

No.

Danica bells.

Who cares?

♪ Light the candle and come to

me ♪

Oh no, you can go.

I'll go this, yeah.

♪ And we'll see ♪

♪ I trim the tree so you

find the missing till ♪

♪ Tuck the ribbon ♪

Okay, it is, it is a pinch

grating.

Pinch?

♪ This Christmas tree ♪

- Where's it coming from?

- I don't know.

♪ Would you like to see ♪

♪ Something new, put that hat on

me ♪

(speaker ringing loudly)

The speakers aren't even

connected.

We're going to die

listening to this stupid song!

- What?

- Look!

(teens whimpering)

(music blasting)

(teens screaming)

♪ Christmas Eve ♪

♪ Would you like to see ♪

♪ Something new, put that hat on

me ♪

♪ Put it on me ♪

♪ Baby take my hand ♪

♪ Have a Christmas dance ♪

♪ This is what you

pictured all year long ♪

♪ Put your gingerbread man ♪

♪ In my oven and stay ♪

♪ Nice and toasty for you ♪

♪ I'll be your ♪

♪ I'll be your ♪

Well, howdy partners.

Oh God no, please no.

What, I'm just getting into

character.

Okay, well horses don't talk.

I had the best idea, daddy.

We should go on a double date.

You and Holly, and me and

Jeremy.

A double date with a couple

of cosplaying underage nerds.

That's gonna be a hard pass.

Trot off, Hope.

It's Faith.

Well maybe we can go out.

Just the two of us.

Chris, look I,

I'm only in town for 72 hours

and you're too good for me.

What, who says?

Says me.

You're so sweet and I,

oh God, I am so sour.

That's my favorite kind of

Chinese food.

Ha ha ha.

Alcohol?

Aren't you on the clock?

I didn't realize you were also a

judge.

Look, vodka is the only thing

that is getting me through this

week.

Look, I'm worried about you.

Well don't be.

I'm gonna be Connie Chung soon

enough.

WOMAN: Come on, let's dance!

(Holly coughs)

(ominous music)

Ha ha, Holly.

Very funny.

(Holly coughing)

Holly!

What's going on?

(Holly coughs)

(bell dinging)

(romantic music)

Whoa, are you okay?

Yeah, I just, um.

I'm fine.

Are you okay?

Uh, yeah.

I'm, I'm fine.

Did you eat one of those

Christmas ham balls?

They are delicious but deadly.

No, just a sip of spiked cocoa,

but something got lodged in my

throat.

Oh, weird.

It was this.

(ominous music)

Holly, isn't that camera man

Sam's?

Um,

I need a minute.

(Holly vomiting)

(toilet flushing)

(dark music)

Well happy freakin' holidays.

was in the hot cocoa dispenser?

Yeah.

That's very bizarre.

But, at least my handsome,

charming,

single brother was there to

rescue you.

Chad, I do not have time for

a romance chat right now.

I'm trying to tell you

something important.

Right, sorry, go ahead.

Ever since I came back

to Ornaments, weird shit.

Stuff.

- Shit.

- Okay.

Has been happening to me.

First, my camera man disappears.

Then I find his van

with bloody sixes on it,

and last night I end up choking

on this?

I'm not sure what you're getting

at.

(ominous music)

I wrote Satan by mistake when I

was seven.

Wait, isn't that how old

you were when your parents?

Were hacked to death?

Oh yeah.

Apparently I asked

Satan to get rid of them

and then they wind up being

murdered.

And last night at the

letters to Santa event,

I wrote to him again.

Why?

What did you write?

I called old heavy hooves a

giant dick.

Oh, Holly.

And then, they got back to me

via the Whit and Wagner

Wine Bar ladies room.

Uh, okay Hol,

the person who hurt your

parents.

That was some nutty nut job

dressed up as Santa the police

could never find, right?

The whole devil thing,

you're not even religious.

You don't believe in Satan,

right?

Right.

You don't even believe in

Christmas.

Right, but.

So this is some vaping teens

playing an April Fools prank.

It's December.

But they're vapists.

They don't know that.

(romantic music)

Oh, jingle my bells.

What?

Holly, this, this is John Smith.

He's uh.

Hey.

An amazing farmer.

Wow, that's hard.

He's got the best, produce

in all of Ornaments.

Oh, you're too kind, Chady.

Chady?

Do people call you Chady?

No.

Oh, um sorry.

No, you can call me that.

I mean if you'd prefer

Chad, I can you Chad.

No, I don't prefer anything.

That, that came out wrong.

Um, well I better get going.

I've got to iron out my suit

before the gingerbread gala

tonight, so.

Nice to meet you and,

see you later.

Yeah, okay.

Oh, yeah, no.

You got it?

I got it.

Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

(Holly laughs mockingly)

Well, it is pretty clear

that he wants to take a nice

juicy bite outta your apple.

Why don't you flirt back?

I tried.

But, look at me.

I'm probably not the guy's type.

I gotta go fill a bunch of pie

orders.

And then the pies themselves.

I'll probably eat one too.

I'm so fat and alone.

It is really good.

CHAD: I know, right?

Hey, Holly.

What, did you go on a shopping

spree?

They're for Danica.

We still haven't found just

the right dress for

the gingerbread gala.

Mm.

I heard you met my brother,

Cole.

The singing Sheriff.

He thought you were pretty cute.

I mean, for an adult woman

who steals Darby Dream Wagons.

I'd be happy to set you two up

on a date.

I'm not interested in

getting to know Cole,

or any other band better in

this creepy ass Christmas town.

Second my gig ends, I am

peacing out, never to return.

I don't believe you, Holly

Winters.

That's not my name anymore.

I see it, deep down.

What are you talking about?

The Christmas candle.

Inside your heart.

It's still lit.

Okay, that makes like zero sense

and you don't even know me, Joy.

♪ 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 he-eaven heaven and nature

sing ♪

That was great.

I didn't realize you were a

tenor.

Yeah, most people don't

expect that from me.

I bet they don't.

Unfortunately,

we already have someone in

your vocal range right now.

So I don't think it's gonna

be a really good fit for us.

Oh.

That, that's too bad.

It really is.

Yeah, it really, really is.

Oh, but would you like to take

one of my heavenly cookies over

there?

My little angels.

Hi guys!

For the road?

Uh, I'm good.

Are you sure?

They're delish.

Maybe uh, save it for the poor

kids

at the toy drive tomorrow night.

Well now that is a

thoughtful though, Cole.

Yes, and um, okay.

Well, you know what?

Better try next year, right?

Good try today.

♪ Aah ♪

All right, we'll see you

a bit later then, Cole.

Bye bye.

(ominous music)

Oh angel Jennifer, I shan't.

Well what's, one little bite of

your,

your wing gonna do, right?

Oh, I mean.

How many calories can that be?

(Aunt Becky moaning)

(ominous music)

I missed you so much.

Mommy, why did you hurt me?

(Aunt Becky screams)

What, what what?

Oh my gosh.

My angels,

I didn't realize you guys were

all alive.

You killed Jennifer!

Bad mommy!

I, I didn't know what I was

doing.

I can make you a new friend.

(cookies crying)

Please don't cry.

(ominous music)

Jingle bells!

No.

Do you know what time it is?

(Aunt Becky screaming)

Cookie time!

(Satan Claus laughs evilly)

(Aunt Becky screaming)

Burn bright, my little star

baker.

(Satan Claus laughs)

that there's literally no waywh

to get a coffee in a

coffee shop this morning.

Yes.

Great, fantastic.

Well, I hope you have a great

day

because you're making me have

vodka for breakfast, again.

Watch it.

Don't help us or anything.

Oh I uh, I wasn't going to.

Um, give us a second, Joy.

Of course.

You know what, Holly?

With Chris Pringle you are

barking up

the wrong Christmas tree.

Oh my God, I am not

interested in Chris Pringle.

Okay, like maybe to like

bang once before I bounce.

Why is everybody so obsessed

with love in this town?

Well at least we can love

something other than the bottle.

Go back to the big city

and drink your life away.

Okay, and why don't you go

straight to hell, Mayor.

Ugh!

The nerve.

Uh, the gala committee needs you

to approve tonight's gala

decorations.

They also have some

questions about the auction.

Why do I have to do everything?

Because you're the mayor.

I guess I'll have to try on

my dresses at the hall, then.

You're gonna look great in

everything.

Oh, thank you I, I mean I've

been working out a lot, so.

It shows.

(whimsical music)

How's it going in there?

Joy, do you call this polyester

candy cane mess, classy?

'Cause if I wear it tonight,

kids will lick me to death.

Uh, well, there are still

a few more options that you

haven't tried.

This one's custom.

It's from Paris.

Oh, now we're talking.

Oh, but it's a size zero, so.

Trust me.

I'm a size zero, Joy.

Of course you are.

Double zero even.

(light mysterious music)

Joy, you weren't kidding.

I think we have a winner.

(ominous music)

Do you need a hand?

Oh thank you, Joy.

It must have been a man

that invented side zippers.

See, I told you I was a size

zero.

Your bow looks a little limp,

Mayor.

Perhaps I could assist you with

it, hm?

(Danica whimpering)

Are you okay?

Mayor?

(Danica choking)

Danica?

Mayor?

(Danica choking)

Do you need me to come in there?

SATAN CLAUS: Oh that

dress is just to die for.

(Satan Claus laughing evilly)

(Danica choking)

I have this trick with

butter and a coat hanger.

I can get you right in there.

SATAN CLAUS: Isn't that

line a little tight?

(Satan Claus laughing)

I'm coming in there.

(tense music)

(Satan Claus laughing)

Is there any way to just like

get a normal coffee around here?

But you're so ho ho, hot,

chocolate.

Chad, that's not even

a real play on words.

Not everything said here has to

be like,

Christmas explosion.

Nah, I disatree.

Chad.

I'll murder you in your sleep.

That one needs work.

Chad!

What's going on?

A monster took the Mayor!

What?

Let's go.

She went through there.

With him, the monster man.

I didn't see him but he had

this horrible chuckle like,

nails on a chalkboard

mixed with a lion's roar.

Shit.

We'll get one of your brother's

down here to investigate.

Maybe Cole.

Yes, definitely, definitely

Cole.

Maybe he can see where the

air vent goes, you know?

Meanwhile just, try to relax,

okay?

How the frankincense am I

supposed to relax right now?

Well, you used to be a

competitive snowman builder,

right?

Okay yeah, that's not a thing.

Tell that to my coach.

I medaled at the world snowman

championship in Finland.

Twice.

Twice.

Okay then go and build a

freaking snowman.

You know, frozen.

You see, Chad.

I am not crazy.

I know you're not.

This is not normal for

Ornaments.

For anywhere.

Now for the eyes.

I wonder what I can use.

SATAN CLAUS: I can help you with

those.

I spy some pretty little eyes.

Hello?

Noel?

Cole?

SATAN CLAUS: No no, over here.

That's right.

Why don't you come a little

closer.

Would you like to be

friends with a snowman, Joy?

Would you like to go

on a magical adventure

just like you've always dreamed

of?

(Satan Claus laughing)

(Joy grunting)

(dark music)

(flesh ripping)

Hello?

(melancholy music)

Shit.

(horrific music)

Oh Jesus!

God, you scared the crap out of

me.

Where's Aunt Becky?

Oh I, I don't know.

I was downtown working

on my nativity scene.

It's gonna rock everyone's

Christmas socks off.

Aunt Becky said that she

had choir practice here

and then she was gonna

carpool with us to the gala.

Maybe she changed her mind.

Now you go get ready.

You have a gingerbread gala to

cover.

Right, yeah.

Does it, kinda like, smell funny

to you?

Cookies.

And let's drop by my nativity

scene on the way there.

This is it.

Hey!

Losers, my sister here,

look she spent a lot of

time on this nativity scene,

so why don't you and your little

friend

go and fill your lungs

with electronic teen

cancer somewhere else?

Get out of here.

Scram.

Thank you, Hol.

Hey, I think your nativity

scene looks...

sweet.

Oh!

Thank you.

Come on, let's go.

See that little camel?

(ominous music)

The silent auction for

the gingerbread houses

is already underway.

But these are not your typical

structures.

There are skyscrapers, theme

parks, even a Mall of America.

All made out of molasses and

dough.

Holly, do I spy a gingerbread

Statue of Liberty?

You sure do, Christie.

Oh, America's never looked so

delicious.

(Holly laughs)

Well, I'll be back here tomorrow

night

for the very white elephant gift

exchange.

Christie, Dean.

Thanks Holly.

Up next, Autumn.

The very incredible baby hippo

who can paint with her webbed

feet.

Adorable.

Oh man.

These cheapy candy cane heels.

They're just, they're killing

me.

(rhythmic drumming)

Oh great, the dancing portion

of the evening has begun.

Time to get the fudge home.

Fudge, sounds like Ornaments'

maybe rubbing off on you after

all.

Ha ha, it's not.

I meant to say.

Frost.

Miss Frost.

Oh, no thanks.

Those ham balls taste like rat

meat

stuffed into dirty baby socks.

Actually, I was wondering

if you'd like to dance.

Holly hates dancing.

Prom night, senior year.

She had us teepee the

principal's house instead.

Well, maybe I could um, make an

exception.

Jack Goldman.

Goldman.

You're the one who's house

got Christmas lighted.

By some vaping teen skamps.

Why, is me being Jewish a

problem?

Not at all.

I find it quite exotic.

I mean, for this town.

Are you good to pack up on your

own?

Sure.

Great.

Ooh.

Deputy Wreath, you clean up

like a maid at a frat house.

I was wondering if I

could have this dance.

I I I was just gonna ask the

same thing.

Chris.

Boys, she's taken.

Well, I'm not taken.

It's just supposed to be like a

dance.

Aren't you working, Goldman?

Holly, one song, just you and

me.

Okay, boys, boys boys boys.

There's no need to fight.

Why don't we head back

to my sister's place

and have a little four person

dance party

in my childhood bedroom?

Wait, I don't remember

the floor in your room

being that big, Hol.

(Faith screaming)

Honey what's, what's wrong?

Danica, she, she's dead.

Hey, Danica's just late to the

gala.

No, I saw her outside in a

manger,

dressed like a wise man.

(Faith crying)

Oh my gosh!

Chad, grab my camera, press

the damn record button.

Kevins, get me back on,

I've got breaking news.

Move people, out of the way!

Now the quality of ivory in a

hippos tusk

is not as good as an elephant's

tusk.

It's not good.

But it does not hold them back

from being exceptional artists.

I mean, Jackson Pollock at this

age.

Now, can you see me?

Hear me?

Yes, Holly?

Okay, we're almost there.

Excuse me.

A young girl has just found

Mayor Danica Bells dead outside,

posed in a gruesome nativity

scene.

I think I have a guess

as to what may have killed Mayor

Bells.

False alarm, um.

- Back to you.

- Yes.

What's with the interrupting,

about the death stuff again?

- It's always about murders.

- 'Cause now my heart rate

is certainly up.

You know what?

This is why we love to

share human interests

and also hippo interest stories.

Huh, no no no.

Oh no.

Daddy, daddy, I swear I saw her.

You have to believe me.

I think you've just had

a little too much sugar tonight,

honey.

I believe you, Faith.

You do?

Holly thinks that all the blood

and missing people could be the

work of,

Satan.

It's true.

Do you have any proof?

Yeah, I have proof.

I have a picture of a

note written in blood,

and you saw the vent, plus

the van the other night.

No, those are the same vaping

teens

who vandalized Goldman's place.

They probably used cranberry

sauce or something.

It's not cranberry sauce.

If you would test it you would

see that.

Okay, I'm gonna find Danica

and put this all to bed.

Faith, why don't you go lend a

hand.

Yeah, okay.

Holly, you're freaking everyone

out.

Yeah, well we should

be freaked out, Chris.

Look, over the past few days,

your Mayor cousin,

snowman building Joy,

those two nerdy baristas, and

Aunt Becky have all vanished.

It's Satan.

Holly, I care about you.

But the devil doesn't make

baristas disappear for sport.

And throwing around the S

word, isn't good for Faith.

She's sensitive.

Because of her mother and

the hot air balloon accident,

I can't have anything happen to

her.

Especially something so,

darn silly.

No, Chris, I'm telling you.

Look, I think it's best

you find a new camera man.

And a new man friend.

Uh.

I gotta go.

We're not dating.

Satan.

I warned you, Holly.

No depressing stuff.

And, you cut off our painting

hippo story.

If you want that anchor cheese,

you stick to the script and

look relatable while doing it.

So smile like crazy when

you're with the kiddos tonight.

Something is not right here

and I want to solve why.

Yeah, no solving, just smiling.

Who was that?

Just my bitch boss.

He, like the rest of Ornaments,

doesn't give a flying fudge

that freaky stuff is

happening in this world.

I don't know.

Maybe he's right, maybe,

maybe I shouldn't either.

Do you ever wear your hair down?

I overheard your call.

Oh no.

If you want to be more

relatable, may I?

(sleigh bells ringing)

Sure.

Okay.

(cheerful music)

(Cookie laughs)

And now for the grand finale.

Um.

Have a holly jolly Christmas.

You get it?

Um, not a clue.

Because your name is Holly.

I'm kidding, Cook.

It's amazing.

Now get outta here so I can

change into this masterpiece.

Oh, hold on.

Okay, it's not very Christmassy.

No, it's for when you put on the

sweater

to protect your makeup and your

curls.

That's very weird.

Okay.

Hey, hey hey hey.

Thank you.

What's family for?

Yay!

Yay, yay, yay.

Okay.

(mysterious music)

Perfectly relatable.

(ominous music)

Okay, ready people.

Three, two, show time.

Everybody ready for some

holiday cheer and magic?

Okay Faith, open up your

present.

And, what did you get, little

girl?

Ooh, I think it might be

raspberry jelly.

Ooh.

I think it leaked through.

Wow.

Okay, you can open up

your presents now, too.

Ah!

Oh wait, it's uh.

(ominous music)

It's a foot.

From a person.

(people gasping)

MAN: Is that, is that real?

(ominous music)

Holly.

Are you having a stroke?

Uh, yeah um.

I think that maybe we

should, uh, wrap this up.

I'm uh.

Thank you.

I think, I mean.

Put the fudging camera down,

Chad!

Oh my God, Cookie!

(people gasping)

She's not breathing!

Someone call an ambulance!

I can do CPR while we wait.

Can I get the parents

to grab their children

and take them home immediately.

That's an order.

All of this it,

it must have triggered her

back to that Christmas morning.

She's gonna be okay, right?

She has to be okay.

(sirens blaring)

(dramatic music)

This is the same thing happened

to your parents, isn't it?

Yeah, Aunt Becky said they were

found

wrapped up like gifts

under the Christmas tree.

If the killer really is back,

that means he went dormant for

decades

and came back right when you

did.

What are you saying, Noel?

I'm saying it's a hell of a

coincidence.

I don't have time for this right

now.

I need to be with my sister.

Chad, Chris, wait up.

Hey.

It's warm.

Thank you.

How you feeling?

My brain's just trying to

make sense of all this.

You know I, I knew there

was evil in the world,

just not here in Ornaments.

I mean not for a long time,

at least.

Now it's back and it's all my

fault.

No, you can't blame yourself,

Holly.

Maybe not for the letter that

I wrote when we were kids,

but the one the other night,

I mean.

I don't know.

I always thought that the devil

was just made up, you know?

Like a mascot for the bad

so that people wouldn't sin.

An evil spirit that was just

as fictitious as the one

with the white beard that

I thought I was writing to.

(phone ringing)

Oy.

It's my boss.

Probably calling to fire my ass.

Oh, you don't know that.

Hm.

I'll be fine.

Just, I'm glad you're here with

me.

Okay, I'll, I'll be quick.

Okay.

Pretty crazy night, huh?

KEVINS: More like crazy ratings.

What?

Your segment just went viral.

Over three million views

in just under an hour.

Guess I was wrong, eh?

People don't want feel

good, they want darkness,

blood and gore, so, come

on, let's give it to 'em.

That is disgusting.

You are talking about people

who lost their lives including

my aunt.

Listen, it's time to get

back to investigative, Holly.

Find out who's doing the kills.

Who knows, you may end up

getting poached by Fox News.

I hope scouring the B roll

will help us catch the killer.

What if she's right?

Holly, that it's um,

Satan.

I got a big fat bag of evidence.

Seems to be some kind of a

disguise.

They found it behind Aunt B's.

Got a brown wig.

Camera, glasses.

Bubble gum lip gloss.

Animal print scarf and finally

this,

coral blazer.

Well that's tangerine.

Oh, holy night.

It's definitely tangerine.

There something about these

items

that look familiar to you?

What are you keeping from me,

Pringle?

Those, those are Holly's things.

What?

Noel, there's no way Holly did

this.

Chris.

Where is she now?

(ominous music)

DEPUTY WREATH: Hands up!

Oh oh oh!

Deputy.

Worst stripper gram ever.

This isn't a joke.

Noel told me what you did to

those people.

To our sweet little sister.

What?

Chad, what is going on here?

Hands behind your back, Frost.

Okay, okay, geez.

You're under arrest

for six homicides in Ornaments.

What are you talking about?

The bodies that were found

tonight,

all of your sister's personal

belongings were there, Cookie.

Covered in victim's blood.

Oh, okay.

Look, I'm obviously being

framed.

Cookie.

No it was you, wasn't it?

What?

You killed mom and dad

when we were little.

What?

All because they wouldn't

buy you a Darby Dream Wagon.

And then, and then you came back

to do a news story so that

you would be promoted.

No!

You're a psychopath!

I would never do something like

that.

I love our parents, Aunt

Becky, look, I love you.

Yeah, yeah, and that's why you

never,

you know, came back to visit

or send me a birthday card.

(Cookie crying)

Just hear her out, Cookie.

No!

The only person that

you love is your drunk,

demented, depraved big city

self!

Just take her away, Deputy.

No, this, this is bullshit.

Cole, I want a lawyer.

You've got one.

(hopeful music)

Passed the bar last fall.

Cole, the courthouse doesn't

reopen until after Christmas.

She can stay with me in the

meantime.

She's a maniac, Pringle.

She's crazy, she killed Joy.

Uncuff her.

Now.

(Cookie crying)

I hear we're having a slumber

party?

Yeah.

Um, hey Chris.

Thank you, thank you both,

for coming to save me.

We believe you, about Satan.

Like you believed I wasn't

seeing things in the manger.

Yeah.

Just, I wish my sister believed

me.

Hey, you can sleep on the couch,

or in the master while I'm on

the couch.

(distant growling)

Um guys,

um that's not Santa, is it?

(ominous music)

Oh shit.

Happy holidays.

(Satan Claus laughs)

Chris!

(Faith screams)

Oh, is there anything better at

Christmas

than a fallen angel.

(Satan Claus laughs)

Dad!

Help!

Daddy,

I can't feel my fingers!

Don't like snow angels!

Holly, save us!

Let them go.

You have done enough damage

to this town and to my life!

Oh, did I?

Oh that's so sad.

(Faith crying)

Screw this.

You have a sweet tooth, honey?

Be careful, you might get a

little hippy.

It's over, asshole.

(Holly yells)

(candycanes stabbing flesh)

Oh, come on!

You, you just blinded me.

Oh, ow!

Oh no, look at that, I'm totally

fine.

(Satan Claus laughs)

What do you want?

What do I want?

You wrote me, remember?

You gave me Christmas.

Which by the way, is a

fabulous gift, sweetheart.

I am having a ball.

(Chris screams)

CHRIS: Get out of here, Holly!

(tense music)

(intense music)

(Holly grunts)

Run Holly!

To my place!

We'll be fine, just go quick.

It is the most wonderful time of

the year.

(Satan Claus laughs)

(dark music)

(Holly panting)

(Holly crying)

(intense music)

(Holly gasps)

CHRIS: Holly, it's us.

Come in, come in.

Oh my God, are you all right?

I was so scared.

Is that fiend gone?

For now.

Exactly.

For now.

We can't defeat Satan

physically.

Question is, is how?

Let's just get you patched up

first, okay?

Okay.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Are you sure you don't

mind taking the couch?

Oh, yeah yeah, no no, it's no

problem.

Thanks for everything this week,

Chris.

You've been, you've been so

great.

Especially considering all that

crap

that I put you through

when we were younger.

Holly, we're dealing with a

holiday devil.

Surviving together is

all that matters now.

So, why don't you dream of

sugarplum fairies for me, okay?

Okay.

Oh um, um.

No kissing, at least not this

early on.

Yeah, okay, cool.

You know what, I, actually I get

it.

Um.

(Holly laughs)

How bout we high five instead?

Uh, sure.

Yeah?

Sure.

Okay.

All right.

High five.

Um, goodnight Chris Pringle.

Night Holly Frost.

Hm.

(notifications dinging)

Let me guess.

Santa's reindeer?

I know it probably seems silly

but,

when I lost my mom to the hot

air balloon,

I became depressed.

I needed to find faith to

continue on.

I mean, living in Ornaments,

Santa seemed like a good start.

I put these out every year

and someone eats them.

Sure, maybe it's my dad but,

I like to think it's the

reindeer.

O-M-Gingerbread.

What is it?

If Satan is real, then who's

to say that Santa isn't?

I can't believe my lips

are about to say this,

but what if I wrote to

Santa to ask his advice

on how to get this horny

hell raiser out of Ornaments?

A, a letter to Santa!

Yes!

I'll get a pen.

And I will get some liquid

courage.

(both squealing)

Dear Santa.

Hey, it's been 20,

oh scratch that.

21 years since we last spoke.

I need to bring back joy to

Ornaments and take down Satan.

How the, fudge, do I do that?

Love, Holly Frost.

Something's not right.

Winters.

It says Santa, right?

Here goes nothin'.

Now we just have to get it to

Santa.

Oh, but the bakery's closed

tonight.

I know what that look means.

I have a plan, Miss Winters.

(hopeful music)

(magical music)

Oh my God, Faith, is everything

okay?

Better than okay.

What?

I found this by my half eaten

carrots.

He wrote back.

What?

Santa's real.

Open it, open it.

(Holly squeals)

Dear Holly, it's nice to hear

from you.

If you help a friend in need

and find a song in your soul,

you can light up the world.

Ho ho ho, Santa.

This is straight up gibberish.

No.

No, I think it's a riddle.

I love riddles.

Oh God, Santa wrote me a

fudging riddle to abolish Satan?

Okay, it looks like it's written

in three different sections.

So we should start at the

beginning.

If you help a friend in need.

Do you have a friend in need?

I don't have any friends.

(Holly gasps)

Except for Chad.

(Chad sighing)

Oh, hey.

I'm glad you're not in the

slammer.

Hey, what's going on Uncle Chad?

Why are you tossing out

all those pretty pies.

Well, everyone's afraid

to leave their homes.

They think Holly's a mass

murderess,

so Sheriff Noel canceled the

rest of Christmas Wonder.

Including tonight's caroling

concert at the bakery.

Holly, Santa said to find

a song within your soul.

Maybe Santa wants the concert to

go on.

I think that you're right.

Ah, shit, he's early.

Who?

Who's early?

Faith, makeover.

(cheerful music)

(romantic music)

Wow.

Chad.

You look different.

I do?

Uh, what are you doing here?

Uh, your niece called, said

there was an emergency.

Faithy, what?

Uh, John.

Chad had something that

he would like to ask you.

I do?

Mm-hm.

Uh, maybe, would you like

to go for a bite sometime?

What took you so long, Chady?

I thought you weren't

interested.

I thought you weren't

interested.

Aw.

Okay, great.

So you both like each other.

Now we have to get back

to saving Christmas.

Chad, send an email blast

to all of your customers.

Tell them that the event

her tonight is uncancelled.

And, ah, everybody who

attends gets free pie.

I don't know if I have enough

filling.

Oh darling, I know a hot farmer

who might have a few

extra apples lying around.

Hm, I'm on it.

Wanna give me a hand, Chady?

Sure.

Okay.

(both squealing)

Okay Faith, now it's time

to find Sheriff Noel.

Tell him that he and the other

carolers

need to be ready to rock at

seven o'clock.

But, Sheriff Noel thinks

you chopped up his sister.

Right, okay, um.

Tell him that if this doesn't

work, he can arrest me.

Now go, go, go go go.

Go go go go go!

Okay.

Help a friend in need.

Nailed it.

FAITH: The free pie is here,

everyone.

Hey, Sheriff.

You ready to belt?

Oh what is this, like Christmas

charades?

Look, I'm sorry, we do not

have time for that right now.

Sorry, do you think that

I'm the Christmas killer?

Hello?

Uh, Noel and the other carolers

came down with laryngitis?

In the last two minutes?

What are the odds, right?

Ugh!

Satan's the odds.

I'd do it Holly, but I have

a terrible singing voice.

The concert's canceled, again.

No, no no no no.

Look, somebody has to, you

know, like sing from the soul.

And I think I know who

that someone has to be.

Hey everybody.

Hi, hello.

Can everybody hear me okay?

We don't want to see or

hear you, Christmas killer.

Oh, okay, wow.

Look, I'm here tonight

desperate to bring back

Ornaments' wonderful spirit,

which Satan has stolen.

The woman speaks the truth!

Cookie, I've done a lot of

thinking

about how important family is.

I mean, it's what Christmas

time is all about.

I've been a terrible little

sister to you

and I really hope that

it's not too late for us.

I need you to see.

I need you all to see

that people can change.

Hit it, Faith.

♪ What child is this who lay to

rest ♪

♪ On Mary's lap was sleeping ♪

♪ Whom angels greet with ransom

sweet ♪

♪ While shepherds watch a

keeping ♪

♪ This, this is Christ the

King ♪

♪ Whom shepherds guard and

angels sing ♪

♪ Haste, haste to bring him

laud ♪

♪ The son, the babe of Mary ♪

(audience applauding)

Mom and dad would have been so

proud.

Thank you, Cookie.

I love you.

Say you'll come home.

Stay for Christmas.

I would like that, very much.

But, I think that I'm,

I'm gonna have to ask my cute

lawyer.

(people screaming)

Oh my God!

(people gasping)

Oh no.

It's Carol, from Carol's

electronics.

For real?

It's Carol?

I just saw her this week.

It's like a new nightmare.

Satan is toying with us.

We have to keep the Christmas

spirit

in order to defeat that devil.

I have a plan.

(determined music)

It's on, bitch.

(ominous music)

Light up the world.

Of course, daddy's tree lighting

ceremony.

You're a genius, Holly.

There she is.

Kevins, what are you doing here?

Your friend Chad posted that

video

of your speech and song last

night.

Sorry I ever doubted you.

That anchor job is your.

Christie's already cleared

out her dressing room.

She cried, it was uh, pregnancy

hormones.

That's very kind of you, but,

I mean not the Christie

part, that's horrible,

but I'm not interested.

Look, there are more

important things in the world

than being Connie Chung.

Oh, and Kevins, you're

gonna want to film this.

Okay.

Chris, hey, Chris.

Where's the rest of the town?

Satan's gonna be here soon.

Maybe they're just late.

Or maybe I was just less

convincing than we thought.

We should get started.

Yeah, okay.

Evening, Ornaments.

May be small, but we are mighty.

Right?

(crowd cheering)

Okay, here goes nothing.

We're ready for you, Satan!

Yeah.

(tense music)

Show yourself!

(intense music)

Happy holidays!

(Satan Claus laughs)

We can't let that demon ruin our

joy,

so let's light up this tree!

One, two, three!

(ominous music)

(crowd screaming)

It's beginning to look

a lot like Christmas.

Every one in the town is up

there.

That's why people didn't

come to the ceremony.

Alive.

Santa's fix didn't work.

Satan won.

Woo!

All because I couldn't

fudging spell at seven?

That's what he meant.

The last part of Santa's riddle.

You can stop this whole

charade right now, Satan.

Because we are not afraid of

you.

Are you sure, Frost?

It's Winters again, dick.

No one cares.

I never meant to write

you all those years ago.

And we are taking back

Christmas because it's ours.

Yeah!

Woo!

It's rude to take back a gift,

sugarplum.

You were raised better than

that.

Oh no, wait a second, I

totally killed your parents.

(Satan Claus laughs)

Over the past few days,

I have rediscovered the

Christmas spirit.

I believe in hot cocoa,

candy canes, caroling,

Christmas presents, ginger bread

houses.

(Satan Claus gagging)

I believe in snow men,

snow women, snow theys.

I believe in the goodness of

people.

I believe in love.

But there is one thing

that I do not believe in.

And that's you.

What?

Time to light this mother up.

No!

No, no.

No no no no!

No!

Think of Christmas wonder!

Go, link arms!

(Satan Claus screaming)

(peaceful music)

FAITH: It's snowing in here!

Oh my.

Everyone's alive again.

It's a Christmas miracle.

(Faith giggling)

You did it, Holly.

We did it!

I have something to confess.

Oh, the leather's too much.

You're dumping me.

No, no.

My real name is Johannes

Strudel,

and I'm the Prince of Mocano.

You mean Monaco?

No, Mocano.

It's a small country

in West Eastern Europe.

I came to Ornaments to be

ordinary.

To plant apple trees.

But, I have found my prince.

I'm ready to go home.

(Chad gasps)

Will you marry me, Chady?

Me?

A prince's prince?

Yeah.

But, we've only been dating like

one day.

Yeah.

What am I saying, I do.

(hopeful music)

Every- I'm engaged!

(women cheering)

(cheerful music)

Kevins.

Sam.

All it took was having a

little faith in Christmas.

Hi.

So, I'm like, I'm really

sorry for getting you killed

by the angel of darkness and

for like being such an asshole.

It's no sweat.

Maybe we can try that van thing

again.

I'll take down my wife's

posters and kittens.

Yeah, um, I kind of.

Holly?

Chris, what?

What is this?

Hopefully it's not a hand.

(Holly giggles)

Something you deserved a long

time ago.

(Holly gasps)

Oh my God.

A Darby Dream Wagon?

How did you know?

A little Christmas birdie told

me.

(women laughing)

Chris, it's perfect.

Thank you.

Whoa whoa, uh.

We're still not gonna?

I just,

I thought,

I thought maybe we were

like in the final act, so.

Uh.

It's just, the next woman I do

that with,

I want to be the woman I marry.

Are you ready to come home,

be with me?

Be a mother to Faith?

Chris, I.

I am ready to love.

But, you're so not the one.

I, I may have rediscovered

the holiday spirit

and the Christmas candle

inside my heart but,

that doesn't mean I want to

be with somebody so, bland.

Hot, like so, you're so hot.

But I mean, bland.

And I don't want to be anyone's

mom.

Like, ever, so.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Uh, Cookie, can you?

Sure.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Uh, where is that?

Ah, not today.

Ah, Goldman.

Hey, I'm uh, ready for that

dance now.

And this.

(upbeat music)

Woo,

wow.

Um, Danica, do you swing?

Funny you should ask.

We do.

What do you say?

God bless us, everyone!

Except Satan.

(Faith giggles)

(whimsical music)

(intense music)

♪ You take my hand ♪

♪ Let's have a Christmas dance ♪

♪ Is this what you ♪

♪ Picture all year long ♪

♪ Us making gingerbread men ♪

♪ Nestling up in bed ♪

♪ Nice and toasted ♪

♪ For you baby ♪

♪ Oh please ♪

♪ A sassy Santa ♪

♪ A sassy Santa please ♪

♪ A sassy Santa ♪

♪ A sassy Santa Claus ♪