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[thunder crashing] [crows cawing]

[bats screeching]

♪ Just hear
Those sleigh bells jingling... ♪

[woman] Smile for the camera.

Read in the paper
about the McConklin boy, Mrs. Spellman?

Oh, yes, my sister and I did.

Just awful, Mr. Putnam, poor child.

We pray to Satan.

Pray, pray that he's okay, wherever he is.

-He's not the first.
-Mm.

It used to be, in a town like Greendale,

folks could leave
their front doors unlocked.

Now, kids are gettin' snatched
right out of their yards.

Ooh! Sabrina, Susie,
it's your turn, my loves.

[Santa] Come sit on Santa's knee.

Up you go.

Now... Oof!

What would you two like
from Santa this year?

A truck, like my dad.

And how about you? What do you wish for?

I wish I could see my mommy.

And smile.

♪ Oh, there's no place like home ♪

♪ For the holidays ♪

♪ 'Cause no matter how far away you roam ♪

♪ When you pine for the sunshine
Of a friendly gaze ♪

♪ For the holidays... ♪

[Sabrina] Aunt Hilda, Ambrose,
the Christmas tree looks great, you guys.

Sabrina, I wish you wouldn't call it that.

It's a Yule tree.

[Hilda chuckles]
Christmas isn't so bad, Zelds.

Plus, also, for someone
who doesn't believe in it,

you have got yourself
quite a few presents.

[Zelda] Those are not for me, Hilda.

-Those are for baby Leticia.
-[baby cooing]

Imagine, a baby in the house
just in time for the winter holidays.

It couldn't be more perfect.

Pity the child in question was abducted.

Ambrose, need I remind you
of the High Priest's

rather Herod-like tendencies
when it comes to baby girls?

What I can't fathom is how you expect
to keep the babe's existence a secret.

What secret?

There's no secret.

Leticia is a long-lost Spellman

sent to us from the old country to raise,
as we did Sabrina.

[Ambrose] Huh.

[gasps] Oh, I remember
when that was taken.

[chuckles]

Oh, it's hard, isn't it,
this time of year?

When we miss family most.

I wish I could have had one Solstice
with them, Auntie.

Yeah. You know what's gonna cheer you up?

We're gonna roast some chestnuts,
and we're gonna...

Oh, we're gonna brew some apple cider.

We'll hunker down and watch
your favorite Christmas movies.

It's a Wonderful Life,
Miracle on 34th Street.

I know you love that one.

I do. That sounds great.

And I'll read A Christmas Carol.

Even Auntie Zee can appreciate that story.

I like the ghosts in it.

Well, Christmas is the best time
for ghost stories.

Speaking of ghosts,
it's time to light the Yule log.

♪ Born is the King of Israel ♪

Remember, the Yule log
is not a decoration,

it is a protection.

It must burn continuously

from now, through the shortest day,
through the longest night,

until dawn.

Otherwise, Satan knows
what malevolent forces

might come down our chimney.

Creatures with perhaps deadly intentions.

So let's keep the log lit, shall we?

And now, the Solstice blessing.

[all] May the log burn,

may the wheel turn,

may the evil spurn,

may the sun return.

[Ambrose] All right, what is it?

You haven't said two words this past week.
What's happened?

Did the Grinch get to you?

Or the Dark Lord, perhaps?

Things are different this year, Ambrose.

I signed my name in his Book of the Beast.

Like the rest of us. Life goes on.

Your friends have accepted
that you're a witch. You told me so.

Er... More or less.

I'm kind of keeping my distance from them.

Giving them some time
to get used to the idea.

Maybe you should be doing
the exact opposite,

reassuring them that it's all good,

-business as usual.
-[sighs]

Maybe.

I don't know. Honestly...

[sighs] Times like this,
I wish I could ask my mom for advice.

Like, I could ask her how exactly
my dad told her he was a warlock.

-Hm.
-And how she reacted.

How long did it take her
to get used to the idea?

Did she...

did she think about breaking up
with my dad

-the way I broke up with Harvey?
-Mm, cousin...

Every girl wants to talk to their mum
after a bad breakup.

The other thing is...

I saw her, Ambrose, in limbo.

When I was trying to rescue Tommy.
She was confused, haunted, trapped.

If she's in limbo,

then that must mean she has
some unfinished business that's...

keeping her from passing on.

Exactly. And if she could tell me
what it was, I could help her.

And how would she tell you?

We could have a séance.

You said it yourself, Ambrose,

-Christmas is the perfect time for ghosts.
-In fiction.

Solstice is when the veil between the
living and the dead is at its thinnest.

That's why we burn the Yule logs,
to keep the bad things out.

-My mother is not a bad thing.
-Er...

Anyway.

It was just an idea.

[owl hooting]

Dark Lord, as the longest night
approaches, answer me.

I did what you asked.

Sabrina signed her name
in your Book of the Beast.

Why have you forsaken me?

Why have you not called me
home to the Pit?

Has my mission changed?

Say the word.

Give my life meaning.

Give me a sign.

[knock at door]

Happy Solstice, Ms. Wardwell.

Sabrina.

Bright Yuletide to you and your family.

[sighs]

I was hoping to ask you a favor,
Ms. Wardwell.

Remember when I went to limbo?

Vividly. I saw my mom there.

We didn't talk that much,
but she looked like she needed help.

Really?

I want to have a séance, Ms. Wardwell,

to contact her.

So I was hoping you could lend me
your Book of the Dead.

Again.

[chuckles]

Ah, there's no way
I'm going to dissuade you, is there?

And if I deny you,

you'll just ask your chums at the Academy
for a Book of the Dead, won't you?

That's where I'm going after school.

Well, then, who am I to...

keep a daughter from her mother?

But, Sabrina, be careful.

Mind nothing unspeakable

breaks through with your mumsie.

Well...

do let me know how it goes.

I will.
And thanks for the book, Ms. Wardwell.

You're the best.

Oh!

Oh, Stolas.

A demoness's work is never done, is it?

If Sabrina contacts her mortal mother,

who knows what disturbing things

mommy dearest might say
to her daughter fair?

And after we've just gotten her
to sign on the dotted line.

No.

Better to disrupt the proceedings,
I think.

[Rosalind]
You want us to be a part of your séance?

Yeah.

To contact my mom.

I mean, no pressure, of course, but...

I thought I'd at least ask.

Erm...

Is it too soon?

And too weird?

Or... both?

-Too soon.
-Too weird.

Plus, my cousins are staying with us
for Christmas, so...

And I'm pretty much working full-time
until Christmas Eve.

Susie, uh, tell Sabrina what you're doing.

Playing Jingles the Christmas Elf
at Santa's Play Land.

-Oh, my gosh! Susie, really?
-[laughs]

-You've wanted to do that for years.
-I know!

And Mr. Bartel, who's playing Santa,
is basically the Grinch,

but you guys should come by
Knights of St. Bernard Hall.

-Definitely.
-Absolutely. Count me...

in.

Will you guys excuse me for a minute?

I wasn't sure if we were gonna talk
before break.

I wanted to give you some space.

I appreciate that, Brina.

[sighs] Harvey,
the last real talk we had...

you said every time you look at me,

all you see is your brother.

Is that still true?

Um...

But it-- it's getting better.

I think.

How's your dad holding up?

[sighs] He's still drinking.
It's the worst it's ever been.

Can you call anyone to help? Your grandpa?

I tried, but my dad doesn't want anyone
seeing him this way.

[sighs]

Oh.

I got you something for Christmas.

Open it.

They're these special colored pencils
my Aunt Hilda found in a shop in England.

Their tips never wear down.

So, they're magic.

I'd say... enchanted.

Is that not okay?

No, no, uh...

They're great.

Thanks, Sabrina. Thanks for this.

I, uh...

I'll see you after break.

Merry Christmas, Harvey.

See you after break.

Bright Solstice, ladies.

Bright Solstice, Sabrina.

Oh, if you're looking for Nicholas,
he just left.

He's off to the Unholy Lands
for the holidays.

I wasn't.
Actually, I was looking for you guys.

What are you doin' tonight?

No plans.

Everybody else is going home to see
their families over the holidays.

Why were you asking?

I'm having a séance on the down low

and I would love for you three to join.

Who are you trying to contact?

My mortal mother.

But it's a secret.
I don't want my aunts to know.

Oh! Can we, Prudence?
I just adore séances.

And I've been practicing my skills
as a spiritualist.

And we three know
what it's like not to have a mother.

Does that mean you'll help me?

-'Tis the season.
-Amazing. I'll leave my window unlocked.

We'll convene in my bedroom
near the witching hour.

-I have a few things to do before that.
-Stuffing some stockings?

-[chuckles]
-Making some eggnog, actually.

[Christmas music playing]

[gasps] Susie!

[both laugh]

-Ohhh!
-Mm!

The Elf on the Shelf
can eat his stuffed heart out

because you look amazing.

Thanks, Roz.

I've always wanted to be Jingles,

and this was probably the last year
I'd be short enough to do it.

Hey, Jingles.

We're back on the clock,
if you don't mind.

Yeah.

Do you want a ride home?

'Cause honestly, I don't mind
hanging out for a bit.

No, I'm okay.

After the hall closes, Mr. Bartel
and I have to get everything ready

for the final push.

[Mr. Bartel clears throat]

These next two days are gonna kill me.
[laughs]

Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!

Okay, uh, well,
I'll talk to you tomorrow, then.

-For sure.
-Cool.

Bye, Roz. Ready?

[girl] Yeah. Okay.

Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!

Merry Christmas!

Ho-ho!

[music stops]

[voices echoing]

You ready?

[Mr. Bartel] Ho-ho-ho!

[music returns]

Appreciate you staying late, Susie.

It's my pleasure, Mr. Bartel.

So, you, uh...

You have plans for the holidays?

Some big family gathering?

Nope, it's just me and my dad.

[chuckles]

Careful there, Susie.

Those are precious.

I made each and every one myself,
did you know that?

[roaring sound]

Usually, I have to go out
to find the prettiest,

the most special child to harvest,

but this year, that child came to me.

Mr. Bartel--

[loud thump]

Warden of the longest night,

fey things fear the Yule fire's light.

But Yule flame dead

then portal's laid bare...

now darkness comes to trick...

and to tear.

[whoosh]

-[Agatha] Sabrina, your mother's dress.
-Right.

All right, then.

Hands face down on the table,

pinkies touching.

Now, focus your energy.

Send it into the table.

When Diana's spirit is here,

she may speak herself or through me
or some combination.

Spirits below and above,

spirits in between,
caught in the fabric betwixt worlds,

we ask that the veil be lifted
and that you send forth

the spirit of Diana Regina
Sawyer-Spellman.

Diana, you're welcome to this house,
to this circle.

If you're here, we ask
that you make your presence known.

[wind whistling]

[whispering voices]

[gasps]

She says she's here.

But spirits love to play tricks,
so ask her a question.

Something only your mother would know.

Spirit, if you are my mother...

then how did you die?

She's saying...

two, three...

-three, one.
-That doesn't make any sense.

My mother and father
died in a plane crash.

Their flight number was...

2331.

So...

it is you, Mom.

She says that, yes, it is.

I have so many questions for you.

But first, I want...

[sighs]

I wish I could see you again. She says she'll try.

Do you feel that?

Like static electricity
building in the air?

-Agatha--
-Don't break your focus, Sabrina.

She's coming through.

[electric crackling]

Mom?

Mom!

You're beautiful.

She says, "Thank you."

Mom, why are you in limbo?

[sighs] Is there something
I can help you finish or do?

"Not... safe," she says.

What do you mean?
You're not safe or I'm not?

-One question at a time, Sabrina.
-How can I help you, Mom?

-Please. Please tell me.
-Wait, wait, wait. Something's wrong. -There's an interference.
-What kind of interference?

-Other spirits.
-Mom?

Mom? Is some-- Is someone with you?

[roaring sound]

[echoing child's laughter]

[static crackling]

-[hooting]
-[laughter echoing]

[glass shatters]

[gasps] No!

Hm--

Wh-- What happened here?

[gasps] Hilda, the Yule log.

Relight the damn thing.
I'll warn Sabrina and Ambrose.

Agatha, what's happening?

-Yeah, Agatha, what's wrong with her?
-I'm not-- I'm not sure.

It could be that other entities
are threatening her

or coming in after her.

-I'm breaking the connection.
-Agatha, no, it's too soon.

-We've barely gotten started.
-I'm sorry, Sabrina.

Mom, whatever's going on,
don't go, please.

-Please stay with me.
-Sabrina, the Yule log's gone out!

-Diana.
-Mom, don't!

Sabrina.

Aunt Zelda, I can explain everything.

I think you'd better.

And as for you three,

haven't you got to get back to the academy
for some sort of bed check?

I swear, Aunt Zelda,
I didn't put out the log.

Oh, I see, so it is a mere coincidence

that the Yule log, lit to keep away
all unearthly things, including spirits...

-[purrs and meows]
-...was unlit at the exact time you decided
to convene with your mother's ghost?

Uh-- I know how it looks.

And tell me, why tonight,

of all nights, on the eve of the Solstice,

did you suddenly feel the need
to contact your mother?

It wasn't sudden, Aunt Zelda.

I saw my mom trapped in limbo

and I wanted to release her.

If that's true, why in Satan's name
didn't you tell us?

We could have helped you and Diana.

You would have done that?

Of course.

Diana was my brother's wife.
Honestly, Sabrina,

sometimes I don't think you understand
the meaning of family at all.

Ambrose, love, er, did you find anything?

I checked every room and closet.

If some malevolence
got in whilst the Yule log was out...

Hm.

They left once Aunt Hilda re-lit it.

Or they're very adept at hiding.

Either way,
so much for a peaceful Solstice.

I'm going to bed.

I suggest everyone sleep
with a lit warding candle

and pray to Satan to keep us safe.

Zelda?

What, Hilda?

Should I perhaps sleep
in my old room again?

I think you'd better. But no snoring.

Leticia's a very light sleeper.

Well, I thought it would help you
if I slept with you.

Did you find out, cuz?

What was keeping your mum in limbo?

I... I didn't get the chance to.

Mm. Did you... ask her
what to do about Harvey?

Oh, Sabrina, I am sorry.

Will you try again?

[sighs]

Maybe after Solstice.

[gong strikes]

Peekaboo.

I see you!

-[cooing]
-Peekaboo.

I see you!

[cooing]

Where's the baby?

There's the baby!

Where's the baby?

There's the baby!

-Morning, Aunties.
-Oh! Blessed morning, darling.

It is a blessed morning,

considering none of us had our throats
slit by malevolencies during the night.

Aunt Zelda...

I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my mom.

I wasn't trying to hurt you.

In fact, it was the exact opposite.

Oh, as King Lear famously said,

"How sharper than a serpent's tooth

-it is to have an ungrateful child."
-What?

So you're allowed to kidnap babies,

but I'm not allowed to want
to contact my own mother?

To want to help her?

Of course you are, but not at the risk
of everyone in this house.

-I didn't put out the--
-Oh, fine, Sabrina.

I believe you.

And I'm sorry you didn't get
what you wanted from Diana.

Perhaps in the new year,
we can all try contacting her again.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to give Leticia her Solstice bath.

[Leticia cooing]

Who's a dirty girl?

Yes, you're a dirty girl!

-What did I do wrong, Aunt Hilda?
-Hm?

[chuckles] Oh, it's not you, my love,
it's Zelds.

You may have noticed,
but she's a hard woman, your aunt.

She was just very cold with your mum.

She just never let her into her heart,
you know?

-And then...
-And then...

Mom and Dad died.

Yeah.

Zelda has always regretted
the bad blood between them.

I mean... she never said it, but...

I think that's why she's so heaven-bent
on protecting you nowadays.

You know, like she's got
something to prove.

I keep making messes, don't I?

Mm-hmm.

Well, this one's not yours.

And you do your fair share
of clearing them up.

What's that?

It's a special eggnog I made
for Harvey's dad using your secret recipe.

Oh.

One cup of this and Mr. Kinkle
will never want alcohol again.

I can't help my mom,
but I can help him and Harvey, at least.

Where did you find my secret recipe?

Hey, Sabrina.

-Sorry for dropping in.
-[man] Who is it?

Mr. Kinkle, I brought you some eggnog.

It's my Aunt Hilda's recipe.

There rum in this?

Uh... Yeah.

It's, uh...

It's really, really good.

You came to give my dad eggnog?

We made a big batch and had some extra.

[Mr. Putnam] Susie, breakfast.

Come on, get up.

Susie?

[telephone rings]

Hello? Mr. Putnam, Merry--

Uh... No, Susie's not here.

Whoa, whoa. Wait.
She didn't come home last night?

[jazz music playing over the phone]

-♪ Hark, the herald angels sing ♪
-[knocking]

♪ Glory to the newborn King ♪

[knocking continues]

♪ Peace on Earth and mercy mild ♪

♪ God and sinners reconciled ♪

♪ Joyful all ye nations rise ♪

-[record scratches]
-♪ With the angelic host proclaim ♪

-[record scratches]
-♪ God and sinners reconciled ♪

-[grunting]
-♪ God and sinners reconciled ♪

-[record scratches]
-♪ Sinners reconciled ♪

♪ Sinners reconciled ♪

-♪ Sinners reconciled ♪
-[screams]

♪ ...hear what I hear? ♪

♪ Said the night wind to the little lamb ♪

-♪ Do you see what I see? ♪
-[sighs] Oh, Leviathan.

-[chirping]
-♪ Do you see what I see? ♪

It's you, me, and a corpse to embalm.

And some backwards-written spells
to decipher for Father Blackwood.

Another lonely Solstice.

[sighing breath]

♪ ...as a kite ♪

♪ With a tail as big as a kite ♪

Your imagination
is running away with you, Spellman.

-[sighs] Hmm...
-[chirping]

♪ Do you hear what I hear? ♪

♪ Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy ♪

♪ Tell me, do you hear what I hear? ♪

♪ Do you hear what I hear? ♪

Carnis et ossa excede!

[echoing children's laughter]

Who's there?

[echoing laughter continues] [thumping]

[echoing laughter continues]

[sighs]

♪ Have a holly, jolly Christmas ♪

♪ It's the best time of the year ♪

♪ I don't know if there'll be snow ♪

♪ But have a cup of cheer ♪

♪ Have a holly, jolly Christmas ♪

♪ And when you walk down the street ♪

-♪ Say hello to friends you know ♪
-Uh...

♪ And everyone you meet ♪

I'd misplace my own head
if it wasn't on my shoulders.

♪ Oh, ho, the mistletoe ♪

♪ Hung where you can see ♪

♪ Somebody waits for you ♪

-♪ Kiss her once for me ♪
-[sighs]

♪ Have a holly, jolly Christmas ♪

Where...

[whimpers]

♪ Oh, by golly ♪

-Have a holly, jolly Christmas ♪
-[gasps]

-♪ This year ♪
-[echoing children's laughter]

♪ Have a holly, jolly Christmas ♪

[echoing laughter continues]

All right...

Whoever or whatever you are...

that's quite enough.

♪ Have a holly, jolly Christmas ♪

[metallic clanging]

Oh, that can't be good.

-[static crackling]
-[running footsteps]

[children's laughter]

Oh! [gasping]

-[laughter]
-[thumping footsteps]

Oh...

-[glass smashes]
-[Leticia coos]

[cries]

Sabrina, is that you?

-[Leticia wails]
-Oh...

[tuts]

I know what will make you smile.

Peekaboo.

I see you.

-Peekaboo.
-[echoing children's laughter]

Leticia.

Leticia!

-[running footsteps]
-[child's laughter]

Hilda!

[yells] Hilda!

What? What's happened?

It's the baby.

-What?
-Leticia's missing.

-[Leticia crying]
-[child giggling]

[gasps] [crying and giggling continue]

Oh!

[groans]

Wait, Zelda.

-Huh?
-Upstairs.

Oh.

[crying continues]

[distorted laughter]

[door slams]

[crashing]

[gasps] The front hall.

[Leticia crying]

-[child giggling]
-[Leticia crying]

[crying and giggling on both sides]

[both gasping]

[grunts]

[crying and giggling continue]

Oh!

Oh, my gosh.

It's okay, darling.

-It's okay. It's okay.
-Hilda!

-Oh, Zelda!
-Oh!

-Oh!
-[gasps]

Oh. It's okay.

-Oh!
-She was in the oven.

I was preheating it.

She's fine. She's fine, though.
But look, Zelda.

[door opens]

And where have you been?

Tying down all the corpses
in the embalming room,

bolting all the hatches shut.

We have an infestation.
We have poltergeists, Aunties.

[gasps] Not quite.

-[door slams]
-[gasping]

Wh-- What now?

Coming!

What's going on?

[Leticia coos]

So, it's not poltergeists,
it's the Yule Lads.

Impish spirits of children that come down
from the mountains every midwinter

to cause mischief
in the unguarded homes of witches.

They must have gotten in
when the Yule fire went out.

Right, so we banish the buggers.

Well, that's not so easy, love.

The Yule Lads are like bedbugs.

Once they get in your house,
they're difficult to get rid of.

Indeed, they won't leave
until their mother tells them to.

-Their mother being Gryla.
-[Sabrina] Dare I ask?

-Who's Gryla?
-A very dangerous witch.

During a famine, she and another woman
from her coven made a pact.

They would eat their own children
to survive.

Seriously, what is it with witches
and cannibalism?

They cooked and devoured
Gryla's son first,

her only child,

and then the other witch broke their pact.

Devastated, Gryla's spent the last
thousand years

trying to replace her lost babe.

She's forever adding children,
particularly orphans,

to her so-called family.

So, what do we do?

We summon Gryla, then make her an offering

in exchange for gathering up
her Yule Lads.

But first, Ambrose, you're going
to have to get out of the house.

Why is that?

Gryla was abandoned by her husband
and she doesn't like men.

She does like eating them.

What?

You know what? I am out.

I have been invited
to a Solstice party by Luke

and I can't keep holed up
in this house forever.

-Bye, love.
-We'll also have to hide Leticia

while Gryla's here,

or she'll try to take the babe
and add Letty to her retinue.

I can take her, Auntie.

She's family now,
and you've protected me all these years.

It's the least I can do.

[Leticia giggling]

[purring]

[knocking at door]

Gryla from the Mountains,
if I give you entrance to this house,

do you swear to abide
by its rules and customs?

I do.

Come in from the cold, then.

Why do you summon me, witches?

To take your children home.

Oh. Is this where
my Yule Lads have gotten to?

What do you offer me in exchange?

Well... Oh, well, let's see... Erm...

We have some fresh baked
Christm-- Solstice cookies.

A cone of sugar, a pound of marzipan,
some mince pies,

and some yummy teacakes,
and delicious fruit jelly--

Do you have any gin?

Yes, I believe so.

Then drink with me, sisters.

Mm.

♪ Magic is the moonlight ♪

♪ On this lovers' June night ♪

♪ Magic is the moonlight ♪

♪ For it made

♪ You mine ♪

Mm.

Is that sufficient?

It will do.

Mm.

Come along, laddies.

Back to the mountains.

-[clattering and banging]
-[music plays]

[gasps]

[cries]

[Leticia crying]

A baby.

You have a baby here?

Damn it.

That babe isn't yours, Zelda Spellman.
I can smell it.

I have a greater right to it than you do.

-I've been a mother, you haven't.
-I delivered the child.

-That's my claim.
-A midwife is not a mother.

Lads, bring the babe to me.

[echoing children's laughter]

Leave the baby alone.

-Mom?
-Diana.

-I will decide who deserves the babe.
-You?

-By what right?
-A mother's right.

I, too, lost my child.

It was she who invoked my spirit,

called upon guides both mortal
and infernal to ferry my soul here.

The saint Lucia took my right hand,

the demon Lucy took my left.

I wear their crown on this,
the longest of nights,

and until the dawn remakes the world,

I speak with their authority.

Do you agree?

I do.

-So mote it be.
-Fine, then.

Let there be a circle on the floor.
Put the babe in the middle of the circle.

You, Zelda, will take
one of the babe's hands.

You, Gryla, will take the other.

Whoever has the strength
to pull the child out of the circle

wins the babe.

-[gasps]
-What?

Accepted.

Accepted.

Sabrina,

put the babe in the circle of salt.

Mom, are you sure?

[Leticia coos] [Leticia cries]

Stop!

I won't do it.

I won't tear the baby to pieces.

-Then the baby is Gryla's.
-No!

Sorry, Aunt Zelda,

but fair is fair.

Come to mother Gryla, babe, and you'll never be cold,

you'll never be hurt,

and you'll never be alone.

A bright Solstice to you all.

Follow me, laddies.

[Lads' laughter echoing]

Did-- Sabrina, how could you do that?

We didn't.

We would never give up baby Leticia
to Gryla.

I don't understand.

What did you give to Gryla, then?

I pulled an old changeling trick.

I enchanted Ambrose's teddy bear
to look like Leticia.

Gryla will be long gone
and in the mountains

before the spell wears off.

But how did you know how to do that?

-My mom helped me.
-[purring]

After Leticia cried out,

she appeared and
told me the spell to make the switch.

Well, she picked up a few tricks
from Edward, didn't she?

[chuckles]

Diana, thank you.

-Mom?
-What happened? Where'd she go?

[banging at door]

[sighs]

Who the bloody hell is that now?

Probably Gryla, wise to your antics.

Susie's been missing since last night
and I think she's in trouble.

-Susie's missing? For how long?
-Uh...

Mr. Putman fell asleep in front of the TV
and never heard her come home last night,

and her bed hadn't been slept in
and he's talking to the police now, but...

I went to Knight of St. Bernard
where she was working and...

that's when it happened.

I had one of my cunning visions.

Mr. Bartel, who plays Santa,
looked like some kind of demon.

I think he's been taking kids
and dipping them in wax.

And I think he has Susie.

-Did you say Bartel?
-Yeah, yes.

Bartel is the name of a Yule demon.

That can't be a coincidence
at this time of year.

Well, how do we find him?
A divination spell?

No need to be so baroque.

The Greendale White Pages.

Oh. There we are.

Sin Bartel lives at 731 Pascack Road.

-Great, let's go.
-Not so fast, Sabrina.

Solstice is their time.

Demons are very powerful tonight.

We're going to need a little help.

Gryla can't have gotten far,
we'll summon her back.

Gryla? Why would we do that?

Bartel hurts children.
There's nothing Gryla detests more.

But we tricked her.
Won't she be mad at us?

Oh, no, not if we lead her to the lair
of a demon who preys on little ones.

Rosalind, can you stay and mind
baby Leticia?

-Uh... Sure.
-Thank you.

If things go sideways at Bartel's,

I don't want to put any more
mortals at risk.

-Come on.
-Mm.

[sighs]

Brina, is this what it's like
being a witch?

You know, hosting séances
and fighting demons?

[Sabrina chuckles] Not usually.

Except kind of.

Huh.

Uh...

Let go of me, Mr. Bartel!
Whatever you are.

-Just let go of me!
-Shh!

Aah! The wax is almost ready, hm?

-[grunts]
-Yes!

[chuckles]

Aah, you'll make a most splendid addition

-to my display, Susie.
-[panting]

And all the joy you'll bring to children

for decades to come, huh?

-[chuckles]
-[Yule Lads' laughter]

-What?
-[running footsteps]

-Who's there?
-[clattering]

-[gasps]
-[creaking]

[Lads' laughter echoing]

You hurt children, demon.

And trap their souls in wax.

That won't do.

Not...

at...

all.

[screams]

-[Lads' laughter]
-[Bartel screaming]

What's happening? Who are you?

Are you alone in the world, child?

I have my dad.

Then you may leave.

You will not want to see what comes next.

[Bartel gasping]

[growls]

[gasping]

Sabrina!

-[Zelda] Oh, praise Satan.
-Susie!

Are you okay?

I'm fine, but there's a demon in there,
and a witch, I think.

Oh, my gosh, my dad.

We'll take you right home
and explain everything to him.

No! That I was kidnapped by a demon?

No, he'll never let me get
an after-school job again.

Well, maybe not everything,
but I have some nice shortbread cookies

that will make him think the last 12 hours
had been but a dream, okay?

Come on. Come on.

Gather round, my Yule children.

Tonight, we celebrate the Solstice

and welcome new members to our family...

[Yule Lads' laughter]

...with a festival of lights.

[door opens]

Where have you lot been?

We saved Susie from a demon
and then erased her dad's memory.

-[chuckles] Sounds about right.
-Where's Roz?

I teleported her home
before her parents started to worry.

How's Leticia faring?

Not a cry since her bottle.

She's a strong, brave girl.

[Ambrose] Yes, she is.

Aunt Zelda?

What is it?

[gasps] I've made a decision.

About Leticia.

I'm taking her to Desmelda's
after the midwinter holiday.

Ambrose was right.

We can't keep her a secret
from Father Blackwood forever.

And what if, Satan forbid,

Gryla were to come back next Solstice,

or next week, for that matter?

The truth is, she's not safe here.

She's safer than with her father.

Desmelda can raise her in seclusion.

Teaching her the old ways,
as is her birthright.

Of course, I'll visit her and provide
for her, that's only right. I'm...

I'm her Night Mother, after all.

-Aunt Zee...
-No, Sabrina, I've quite made up my mind.

Besides, I've got more than my hands full
with you lot.

Let me take her, Ambrose.

[Ambrose] Sh, sh, sh.

-There we go.
-I'll put her to bed.

Okay.

Mom?

We don't have much time, Sabrina.

And there...

There are so many things I wanna ask you.

Why, Mom?

Why aren't you free?

What kind of unfinished business
do you have?

I was afraid you weren't going
to be loved and protected

as I would have loved and protected you.

But tonight, I saw.

You are.

You have mothers.

A family that adores you.

I do. Mom,

there's a boy.

A boy named Harvey Kinkle.

Yes.

He's like you.

Mortal. And I just...

I don't know what to do about him.

When your father told me he was a witch,

I followed Edward along
the Path of Night as much as I could,

but I wouldn't lead anyone else down it.

I think I understand.

Oh, sweet girl.

If I could hold you in my arms
one last time...

[gasps]

[birdsong] [gong strikes]

My, um... dad's doing better.

He woke up this morning
and said he was done drinking.

He just poured out all his bottles
into the sink.

That's great news.

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

So...

thanks for the enchanted eggnog.

If that's what it was.

But please don't ever do that again.

Use magic with me.

Or on me, or near me.

Not ever again.

-Uh... I-- I did it to--
-Help me. I know.

Just like how you did with Tommy. I don't trust it, Sabrina.

That's why...

I can't keep these. I hope you understand.

Of course, Harvey.

Well, I should get back to my dad.

But...

Merry Christmas.

Or...

What do you guys say?

Happy Solstice, Harvey.

[hinges creak]

[door closes]

-[coos]
-♪ God rest ye merry, gentlemen ♪

-♪ Let nothing you dismay ♪
-Who was that, Sabrina?

Harvey.

-♪ For Jesus Christ, our Savior ♪
-He didn't want to come in?

-He was just dropping something off.
-♪ Was born upon this day ♪

-♪ To save us all from Satan's power ♪
-Well! [clears throat]

Aside from the home invasion
and the child abduction,

I'd say this was a rather merry Solstice.

Bright Yuletide, Spellmans.

Come on, Sabrina, say it. It is tradition.

♪ Brought tidings of the same ♪

♪ How that in Bethlehem was born ♪

And Satan bless us, every one.

♪ The Son of God by name ♪

-♪ Oh, tidings of comfort and joy ♪
-Oh, and now all we have to do

is get through Witch Epiphany in one piece

without, er, some other terror rising
from the bowels of Hell.

-♪ Oh, tidings of comfort and joy ♪
-Ambrose.

Continue the annual reading,
if you please.

-♪ Now, to the Lord sing praises ♪
-[Salem purring]

Where was I? [clears throat]

Ah, yes.

"Scrooge lay in this state until the chime
had gone three-quarters more,

when he remembered, on a sudden,

that the ghost had warned him
of a visitation when the bell tolled one."

♪ Oh, tidings of comfort and joy ♪

♪ Comfort and joy ♪

♪ Oh, tidings

♪ Of comfort and joy ♪

[gong strikes]