All language subtitles for Rediscovering.Christmas.2019.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC

You do have two
double red strobe lights?

That's amazing.

Yes, both would be great.

Could I get them delivered
by, say, noon?

Does that work?

Oh, thank you. You're the best.

Uh, can I call you back?

Merry Christmas.

Dad, hi.

It's a nice
early-morning surprise.

How's my favorite
window designer,

and when's she gonna
visit her old man?

I will be there Christmas
morning, bright and early.

Hi, Rosie.
Can I just get the usual?

Actually, I was hoping you
might come down this weekend.

Wait, this weekend?

Like, as in tomorrow?

Is something wrong?
Are you okay?

Mia, I'm fine.

It's your sister.

You know, she's running
the Snowflake Festival and--

Yeah, she told me.

Some Kate woman broke her leg,

so Sarah stepped in,
no pun intended.

She said everything
was going great.

Well, maybe so,

but between the festival,

family, teaching... you know,

she's got a lot on her plate.

She'd never ask you this
herself,

but she really could
use your help.

I mean, after all,
you are the design expert.

Well, I wouldn't say
expert, but--

Two days, kiddo,
that's all it'll take.

I know it'll mean
the world to her and to us.

Uh, yeah. Yeah, okay.

I will drive down tomorrow,

but I have to be back
by Monday morning.

Oh, that's great.

Uh, well, drive carefully.

Love you.

I love you, too, Dad.

I am so sorry, Mia.

I should have spotted that
as soon as I got here.

- Relax, Emily.
- You're doing great.

Best new assistant ever.

Oh, really?

That is so sweet of you.

I am learning so much from you.

You are so talented
and so creative.

Aww, well, thank you.

Now say it a little louder

so Mrs. Barrington can hear you.

- Oh, please.
- She's lucky to have you.

If she doesn't make you
national window designer,

it's her loss.

Mm, actually, it's my loss,

but I'm keeping
my fingers crossed.

Oh, hey. So cute.

Wait until you see
the double red strobe lights

I got for in here.

Let me guess.

The beating heart
of Christmas, right?

Wow, you are good.

But don't you go
getting better than me.

Um, that would be impossible.

The window looks perfect.

I bet your own tree
is amazing too.

Amazingly invisible.

Works' been so crazy,
I just--I haven't had time.

Besides, I get to enjoy
my dad and sister's

every time I go home,

which reminds me.

I totally forgot.

I have to go back
to Connecticut this weekend.

Could you do me a huge favor

and check in on the windows,
just in case?

Me?

- You mean, like, be in charge?
- Yeah.

I mean, if that works for you.

Absolutely.

It would be an honor.

Oh, Mrs. Barrington, hi.

How are you today?

Sales are down, costs are up,

the internet's killing us,

and my sciatica hurts like hell.

Who are you again?

Emily, Emily Chan,
Mia's new assistant.

Lovely to see you,
Mrs. Barrington.

So sorry about the sciatica.

I don't know if you've seen,
but our windows

are getting a lot of buzz
on social media.

Yesterday we were trending

- for a whole six minutes.
- Mm-hmm.

All I care is that people
trend into the store

and vote for our windows.

We have one more week
to go, ladies.

Then we'll see how successful
your work has been.

And let's get more mannequins
up in the windows, yes?

We're selling clothes,
not sleighs and tinsel.

Why do I see my promotion

flying out the window,
like, literally?

Connecticut weekend weather

is expected to be bright sun
and cold temps.

Meanwhile, as winter storm Megan

moves down from Canada...

Okay, no storms, please.

♪ Housetop, reindeer paws ♪

♪ Out jumps good old
Santa Claus ♪

♪ Down through the chimney
with lots of toys ♪

♪ All for the little ones'
Christmas joys ♪

♪ Ho, ho, ho, who wouldn't go? ♪

♪ Ho, ho, ho, who wouldn't go? ♪

♪ Oh, up on the housetop,
click, click, click ♪

♪ Down through the chimney
with good Saint Nick ♪

♪ First comes the stocking
of little Nell ♪

♪ Oh, dear Santa, fill it well ♪

♪ Give her a dolly
that laughs and cries ♪

♪ One that can open
and shut its eyes ♪

Merry Christmas.

You're joining us for breakfast.

Uh, actually, no.

My dad just texted me

to stop by here
and pick up a raspberry pie.

You're Mia,
Harry's daughter from Boston.

Boy, this is a small town.

Your dad stopped in yesterday
and asked to make

a raspberry pie
special for his daughter

who was coming visit,
and this time of year,

I usually just do
pumpkin or apple,

but for Harry,
I will do anything.

I know. He is very persuasive.

Well, thank you so much
for doing that.

Raspberry is totally
my favorite.

Wait, so that must
make you Claire.

Guilty as charged.

Why don't you pull up a chair,

and I'll go check and see
if your pie's ready,

and do you want a hot chocolate
while you wait?

- My treat.
- Hot cocoa, raspberry pie.

I may never leave.

Thanks, Claire.

Oh, I'm--I'm sorry.

Do you know how many things
I bump into while texting?

I should be banned
from most public places.

Thanks for the warning.

I'll be sure to steer clear.

Here, please sit.
It's all yours.

Thanks.

- Wait.
- Is that actually a newspaper?

I didn't know people
still read those.

I never stopped.

And how do you get your news?

Wait, don't tell me.

Facebook, Twitter, Instagram?

Yeah, just as the news happens.

I guess I don't need to ask you
where you stand on ebooks.

You mean the end of all

civilized society as we know it?

- One hot cocoa...
- with all the fixin's,

and your pie is almost ready.

Thanks, Claire.

Ooh, and I love
your presentation.

Well, I see you met my pal Adam.

Well, not officially. Hi.

- Mia, Adam. Adam, Mia.
- Pleasure.

Uh, you want your usual?

- That'd be great, Claire.
- Thank you.

Banana muffin, two poached eggs,

one black coffee
coming right up.

You could set your clock
by that one.

Sure you don't want
to trade that coffee in

for some hot cocoa?

It is Christmastime.

Thank you, but I love
my morning coffee.

Well, I could bring you both.

Wow.

Beverage pressure.

Okay, fine, but no add-ins.

Just the cocoa. Thank you.

You do not know
what you're missing.

Did you ever hear
the expression,

"Less is more"?

Actually, no.

Is that a masterpiece, or what?

I'm thinking "or what."

I haven't made it this way
since I was ten,

but I used to love it.

And now?

Mmm.

Oh, my God.

That is, like,
disgustingly good.

I can feel the cavities
forming on my teeth.

I'll bet.

Okay, one cocoa, no frills,

and one specialty raspberry pie.

Thanks, Claire.

Oh, you wanna take that
cuckoo cocoa with you to go?

Bring back the cup
whenever you want.

Well, in that case, yes.

Thank you so much
for your hospitality,

and you know, it's not too late

to turn that boring drink
into a sugary thrill ride.

- Wait.
- Are you calling me boring?

I mean, if the adjective fits.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas.

Well, she's a breath
of fresh air.

Can I help you?

Did somebody order pie?

Come in here, you.

Hi, Dad.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

I can't believe it.

It's not even noon,

and I'm already
scarfing down pie.

You're a terrible influence,
by the way.

I know. Isn't it great?

Speaking of which,
you look great.

I think retirement's
really working for you, Dad.

Well, life's pretty good
down here, kiddo.

Yeah, the people are nice,
I stay busy,

and I can see Sarah
and my gorgeous granddaughter

whenever I want,

and there's none of that
Boston traffic.

You know, that alone has
knocked ten years off my age.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I baked your favorite
Christmas cookies.

- Maple cinnamon stars?
- Mm-hmm.

Wait, you did these
all by yourself?

Well, I used
your mother's recipe,

and some of my stars
look a little like Texas,

but otherwise, they're not bad.

- Yeah.
- Try one.

Dad, no.

You're gonna have to roll me
back to Boston.

Come on.

Okay, twist my arm.

Mmm.

They taste just like the ones
Mom and I used to make.

She really loved herself
some Christmas, didn't she?

Oh, always did,

even when we were first married,

and then when you and Sarah
came along,

she really went to town.

Especially decorating.

She could have been
the window designer, easily.

We had some great family
Christmases, didn't we?

Yeah, we did,

and we still do.

They're just different.

You know, things change.
People get busy.

Life gets crazy,
but it's progress, right?

Right.

Sarah misses you, you know.

Dad...

The truth--

Does Sarah know
that I'm here right now?

She's gonna be so happy
to see her big sister.

♪ Joy to the world

♪ The Lord has come

♪ Let Earth receive her King

Dad, I'm impressed.

I mean, Sarah has sent me
photos, but in person?

Wow.

She's channeling Mom,
that's for sure.

What can I say?

I have two wonderfully
talented daughters,

no fault of my own.

Dad, what does Sarah
need me here for?

You can ask her yourself.

Sarah!

Mia?

What are you doing here?

- Why aren't you in Boston?
- Hi.

- Oh, no.
- You didn't get fired, did you?

I know you said Mrs. Barrington
was a beast, but--

Well, I don't think I exactly
called her a beast.

I think you did.

Well, no, I have not been fired.

Dad told me you needed
some help with the festival,

so I got in my car
and drove down here

for the weekend,
thought I'd lend a hand.

Dad, did you ask her
to give up her weekend

during her busiest season
to help me?

I--Mia, I am so sorry.

I-I mean, I would love
for you to help.

I would love for us
to do anything together,

but it's completely
not necessary.

Look at this,
my two girls together

at the start of Christmas week.

Isn't this fantastic?

Mom, I know you're gonna say
this is too much,

but I really--Aunt Mia?

I didn't know you were coming.

Are you here for Christmas?

Are you staying all week?

- Wanna have a sleepover?
- Hey, Jellybean.

Well, I'm only here
for the weekend,

but abso-tively
on that sleepover,

if it's okay
with your boss over here.

Oh, Mom, can we, please, please?

Honey, we'll see, okay?

Hey, Grace, how about you
and I go check out the games,

and we'll let your mom
and Aunt Mia catch up?

Deal?

Can we play that Christmas

Wheel of Fortune thingy?

Abso-tively. Come on.

Dad, don't let her eat
all that stuff, okay?

He's so good with her.

He seems to be doing
really well.

Yeah, he's doing better

now that his second-favorite
daughter's here.

Thank you.

So you do know
that I didn't ask you

to drop everything
and drive down, right?

I know.

I think it was Dad's subtle ploy

to get us to spend some
extra holiday time together.

But, you know, it wouldn't
be a bad thing

if you did ask for help.

Mia, come on.

Every time we talk,
it's like you're juggling

three chainsaws
and a tiki torch.

Come on. It's not that bad.

Okay, point taken.

I guess between my job
and... my job,

I just--I don't have
a lot of downtime,

which I know is no excuse,

because you have a house
and a husband

and a child and your students.

And our father.

- Dad?
- I thought he'd be a big help.

He's a huge help.

He's also a little needy,
which is fine.

I want to be there for him,
and I am there for him.

It just adds up is all.

- Well, what can I do?
- Nothing.

Forget it. It's all good.

Let's just enjoy
the weekend, okay?

I'm glad you're here, Mimi.

You haven't called me that
in ages.

I haven't, have I?

You know, Dad got me
one of those raspberry pies

and made Mom's famous
maple cinnamon cookies.

Wow, bribing you with your
favorite Christmas treats.

- The man is subtle as a brick.
- Say what you want.

Those cookies were pretty
great, and you know it.

Yeah.

Adam?

Boring guy?

I mean, Adam.

So you do think I'm boring.

Wait, you two know each other?

We met at Claire's.

You two know each other?

- She's my sister.
- Adam's my boss.

- Your boss?
- Yeah, he's Kate's son.

He's filling in for her
while she recuperates.

I thought you were filling in.

I am,

but it's Kate and Adam's

whole family festival, so...

So let's play who's the boss
a little later.

Right now we have
a giant problem.

What's wrong?

We might have to cancel
the dance.

- What dance?
- What happened?

What dance?

It's the Snowflake Festival
dance.

It's our Christmas Eve
fundraiser.

- Tell me what happened.
- Why don't I just show you?

Come with me.

You too, Candy Cane Lane.
Let's go.

And they have no idea
who set the fire?

Not who. What.

Transformer blew, burned
through a mess of old wiring,

killed all the power
in Fraser High,

but not before the whole gym
went up in smoke.

Exhibit A.

And there's no way that
it can be fixed on time?

I mean, the dance
isn't for another five days.

Are you kidding me?

The school needs
complete rewiring.

They'll be lucky
if they open up on time

after the holiday.

- So what now?
- Not a clue.

The dance has been held
at that gym for 60 years.

Well, there's gotta
be another place in town

where we can throw
a simple dance.

A, it's not so simple,

and B... you just don't get it.

Okay, so enlighten me.

Adam's grandfather
was the school's

very first principal,
and his grandma

was Fraser High's nurse
for years.

It's tradition.

Like newspapers and print books.

- Exactly.
- Okay.

Well, canceling is definitely
not an option.

I know Fraser's a small town,

but there's got to be
somewhere else.

Wait, what about your school?

There's a gym there, right?

Fraser Elementary?

No, there's too much red tape,
not enough time.

Well, is there a VFW hall
or a church space?

VFW's three towns over.

Both our churches do their own
Christmas Eve thing.

The gym is it--

Well, was it.

- Wait, I may have an idea.
- What?

Follow me. I'll show you.

You too, Old School.

Come on.

Wow.

This is your solution?

don't quit your day job.

Well, A, that's five words,

and B, this stuff is my day job.

Mia designs store windows
in Boston.

She's kind of amazing.

You can't seriously think

we could hold the dance
in a dump like this.

What, country boy,

you've never heard
of a barn dance?

Yes, city girl,
it's called a hoedown.

This is Christmas.

Well, in that case,
it'll be a "ho-ho-ho-down."

Okay, okay, guys, guys,
both of you relax.

We don't even know
if this place is available.

Really? I mean,
we just walked right in.

I don't think anyone's stepped
foot in this place for years.

That still doesn't mean
we can legally use it.

Adam's a lawyer.

He is?

Well, that's handy.

So what if you can use it?

Why don't I call Debbie
at the clerk's office

and see what she knows?

There's no signal.

Surprise.
Um, I will be right back.

Adam, look at the beautiful
vaulted ceilings

and the old wood.

You like tradition, right?

This is history.
This is Fraser's history.

Imagine a dance floor
right where you're standing.

We can put the band over there.

Oh, and a giant Christmas tree
right in the middle

to tie the entire room together.

It's perfect.

Yeah, a perfect mess.

- Okay.
- Adam, look at this.

This was my last
Christmas window, okay?

It first started
as a big empty box.

Now... look.

Well, we don't have
department store money.

In fact, we don't have any
money left for new decorations.

Can I just say,
you were a lot more fun--

You were a little more fun
at Claire's.

Sorry. Reality got in the way.

Don't you hate
when that happens?

Okay, say we can use this place.

Are you gonna stick around
and help us decorate it?

I--yeah.

I can help until I leave.

- Which is when?
- Monday morning.

Don't worry.

We can get a ton
of stuff done tomorrow,

and then I'll leave you
and Sarah in charge.

Come on, dude. Take a chance.

Let's just see
what Sarah has to say.

And for the record,
I'm plenty fun.

Mm-kay.

No, that's great. Thank you.

Okay, bye. Okay.

So technically
it belongs to the Webbs,

but they moved to Maine.

They couldn't find a buyer,

and then they left it
for the town, at least for now.

Bottom line,
it's ours if we want it.

We want it.

Well, I mean, Adam wants it,
doesn't he?

Fine.

Meet me at the public storage
on Cedar, 8:00 a.m. sharp,

and uh, you can see our
decorations and go from there.

Wait, does this mean that
you're gonna decorate the barn?

I--are you sure about this?

I'm sure about one thing.

It's gonna be a really busy
Sunday.

Don't worry.
It's gonna look great.

I'm so excited.

- Yeah, no, this is good.
- This is gonna be good.

So, Mia, Sarah tells me
you're up for a big promotion.

How's it looking?

You know, that really depends.

If the sales do well
and if I win

the Christmas window contest,
I have a shot.

If we tank, I'll be lucky
to keep the job I have now.

- Oh.
- You know,

you could always move here
and decorate windows.

We have lots of stores,
like Claire's.

I love Claire's.

I went there today, actually.

She makes the best
hot chocolate.

- I know, right?
- Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna gather
the troops tomorrow.

We're gonna clean out that barn.

We're gonna get it all ready
for you to work your magic,

but Monday morning
you're out of here, okay?

Ooh, I love it
when you're in charge.

But if you want to stay
through Christmas,

no one's gonna stop you.

I'm planning on spending
as much time

as I can this week
on Christmas cheer.

Ornament-making,
tree-trimming, baking.

That does sound nice, Dad.

Well, I welcome all helpers.

Like I said, subtle as a brick.

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells

♪ Jingle all the way

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

- Wow.
- Yay!

Hey, you really rock the keys.

I had no idea.

I was kinda surprised myself.

I haven't touched
the piano in forever.

You know, growing up,
Mia was the one

who actually liked
taking piano lessons,

unlike me, who thought
guitar was way cooler.

You play guitar?

Not a chord.

Mia even used to write
her own music

back then, didn't you, Mia?

Yeah, sappy love songs
and Beyoncé rip-offs.

They were classics.

Well, I thought they were great.

You were also ten,
and you thought Beanie Babies

were gonna help you
pay for college.

Okay, so who wants dessert?

I have icebox cake
and gingerbread cookies.

- Oh, gingerbread cookies.
- Yes.

Let's go.

Mom...

no, you don't just
swirl it around.

You're supposed to write
the alphabet with it.

Oh, I know, honey,
but it's boring.

Then write "Merry Christmas
and a Happy New Year"

if that's more exciting.

Come on.

The stronger your leg is,
the better

when the cast comes off.

I swear, I wish I could
sue my front steps

for tripping on them.

You're a lawyer. What you think?

I think you are
a terrible patient,

but I love you anyway.

All I know is this cast
better be off on schedule.

I would really hate to miss
the Snowflake Dance.

It was your dad's favorite.
Mine too.

I'm glad we didn't have
to cancel, too,

but I just keep thinking
what Grandpa would say

if he knew we were having it
at the old Webb barn.

The place is grim.

If Sarah's sister
is as capable as Sarah,

I'm sure it'll end up
looking absolutely wonderful.

Sarah's sister is kind of
a force of nature,

but she seems talented.

Besides, honey, let's face it.

- The gym was never the Ritz.
- I know.

I just don't want people
to be disappointed.

Please. They're gonna love it.

And who knows?

You could be starting
a whole new tradition.

- All right--
- You ask me to write

one more thing
with this bum foot of mine,

and I will rewrite my will.

You need a lawyer?

Let me know.

Mia.

You're up bright and early
on a Sunday morning.

Morning, Claire. Yeah.

We've got a big day ahead of us.

I'm actually heading
to meet Adam,

and I need some jet fuel.

Okay, well, why don't you
try the special?

- Oh, my gosh.
- Your creation's a huge hit.

I sold ten of them yesterday.

- This is amazing.
- I feel so honored.

Well, in that case,
I will take--

I will take two
cuckoo cocoas to go.

Knock, knock.

Come in.

Oh, greetings,

and welcome to our humble
holiday storehouse.

I--I love what you've done
with the place.

What you got there?

Oh, one cuckoo cocoa
and two carrot cake muffins,

courtesy of Claire.

That's a lot of Cs,
and thank you,

but I think you know
this isn't what I usually get.

I know. Enjoy.

Okay, well, uh,
this is everything.

It's always worked great
for the gym.

Can't vouch for the barn,
so you tell me.

One starry sky coming right up.

What other treasures do we have

around here for me to work with?

Authentic and classic,

just the way
we like things around here.

- Yup.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay...

On the plus side, we do have

a budget for tape and glue.

- That's good.
- Yeah.

- Oh.
- What?

- See?
- Two points for the home team.

Why don't we get
the barn figured out

and then come back
for all of this stuff,

or as much of it
as you would like?

How's that sound?

Sounds swell.

Okay.

Now drink that and pretend
like you like it.

Hey.

Hey. Grab a shovel, you two.

It's all hands on deck.

Sarah, it's incredible.

How did you get
everyone here so early?

You know our town.

Last night I put out a call

to help save
the Christmas Eve dance,

and this morning,

they were all lined up
when I got here.

It's so awesome it still
means so much to everyone.

Sarah, thank you.

Don't thank me.

This place was all Mia's idea.

How can I forget?

You can hug her too.

- Uh.
- Yeah.

Thank you.

Hey.

How about we turn up the volume

on this cleaning party
with a little...

Christmas music!

Great minds think alike.

I can't believe you still
have that thing, Dad.

It must be older than I am.

- Don't knock old.
- It's as good as new.

♪ We wish you
a Merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you
a Merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you
a Merry Christmas ♪

♪ And a Happy New Year

♪ We wish you
a Merry Christmas ♪

♪ And a Happy New Year

- What are you doing?
- What are you doing?

- Yeah!
- Whoo!

Take care.

Oh, that's a dedicated bunch
if I've ever seen one.

No question.

A group of them are
on their way to the storeroom

right now to bring over
all the decorations.

Didn't even have to ask.

- About those decorations...
- Uh-oh.

Were there three dots
at the end of that sentence?

'Cause, you know, nothing good
ever ends with three dots.

You know, I don't know
if that's entirely true,

but I worked on
some new designs,

and I can't wait to show you.

Here.

What do you think?

- Is that a champagne fountain?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah.
It's very Christmas classy.

We usually just serve punch.

And you can still serve punch
but with champagne in it.

Huh.

You--you don't like it?

Actually, I love it.

They're gorgeous
and--and creative and unique.

Am I sensing three dots here?

Like I told you,

we don't have the money
for any new decorations.

Which is why I was thinking
I could call

some vendors I use
and pull some favors.

We love to help each other out,

and one has a warehouse, like,
20 miles away from here.

Mia, look, people here
like their Christmas

simple, predictable, familiar.

The holiday equivalent
to comfort food.

It's already enough
we're using the barn.

I don't want to shake things up
any more than that.

So you're saying
my designs are toast?

Tell you what.

I'll consider your new ideas

if you let me show you
around the festival first,

get a sense of our traditions.

Adam, I would love
to go with you,

but I've already
seen the festival.

Not through my eyes,
you haven't.

I want you to look past
the decorations,

past the design,
and at the people.

Okay, I'm listening...

and looking.

That's Penny,
although I still remember her

as my ninth grade history
teacher, Ms. Latimere.

She's been making and selling
those popcorn balls

for as long
as most of us can remember.

My little niece, Grace,
loves them,

and for a quarter each,
I mean, that's a deal.

That price hasn't changed
since day one,

and do you know why?

She has a really
forgiving supplier?

For one week a year,

she wants people to remember
things the way they used to be:

simple, cheap, homemade treats.

None of that gourmet stuff.

I don't know, Adam.

There's people out there
that love their kettle corn

and their chocolate Moose Munch.

Hmm. Yeah.

Well, come Christmastime here,
people want Penny's.

Over there,
Fraser Christmas Tea,

my old pal Brian's been making
his grandma's secret recipe

since he was 16,

took the booth over from his mom

and hasn't changed one thing.

Sells out every year.

Oh, watch out.

Don't tell me that's
the original Santa Claus

from the North Pole.

No, that's Doug McKenna.

Runs the hardware shop
over on Baker.

Yeah, he's been our Santa
for the last five years

because his brother
Jeff moved away.

See? Something did change,
and everyone is totally fine.

They look as happy as can be.

Yeah, well,
Doug and Jeff are twins,

so it was a pretty easy
transition.

Look, the point is,

I'm not the only one
who gets nostalgic

about the Christmas
they've always known.

I mean, I think that was you
yesterday who got all

blast-from-the-past about
their candy canes, wasn't it?

Honestly, it's been a lot
of fun remembering things

the way they used to be
this weekend,

but there are also new ways
to celebrate Christmas too.

Thank you for the tour

and for showing me your Fraser.

My pleasure.

All right, um,

we should probably
get back to the barn.

I think you have
a design to finish.

Yeah, about that design.

Where do we stand?

I don't know, Boston.

In Christmas lingo, I think the
popcorn ball is in your court.

- One sec.
- Sure.

Emily, hi.

How are our windows?

Is everything okay?

Everything is perfect.

People have been lined up
all day taking selfies,

loving our windows,
and promising to vote for them.

Oh, my gosh,
that's terrific news.

How's store traffic? Any idea?

From what I'm seeing,
it's gonna be a banner day.

I guess I should
leave town more often.

Uh, okay.

Well, I--I gotta go,
but keep up the great work,

and keep me posted
on everything, okay?

- Absolutely, Mia.
- Have a super day.

All right, you too.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Harry Donovan,

what a nice surprise.

Merry Christmas.

Am I interrupting?

Yeah, my samba lessons.

Just can't seem to get
the hang of it today.

Oh, white poinsettias.

I love them, but really,
you shouldn't have.

Oh, I can take them back,
along with these terrible

coconut snowmen
I got at Claire's.

Don't you dare; you get in here

this very second
and hand over those snowmen.

Okay, so based on Adam's
very persuasive show-and-tell,

why don't we try and salvage

as many of these... classic
decorations as we can?

Keep the old spirit alive.
That's a no.

- Persuasive?
- I should be a lawyer.

Hey, just say the word, Mia.

I will line up the patch,
paste, and paint squad.

Go for it.

We still need a theme
or a style, a spark, something.

Are we back in Chandelier Land?

What's Chandelier Land?

This is my beautiful design,

and I can get all of that stuff
for free from my vendors,

and it'll look amazing...

but I'm getting
some serious pushback

from the Ghost
of Christmas Past over here.

Okay, not so persuasive
after all.

No, this is just me
with the ball in my court.

How am I doing?

She shoots, she misses!

Actually, I was thinking

maybe we could combine it
all together, you know?

Do a--a retro chic thing.

Remind people
what they used to love

and then make it new
and memorable and beautiful,

made just for them.

Well, I think that sounds
like a great idea

and very fair, doesn't it, Adam?

I don't know, maybe,

but the clock
is seriously ticking,

and Mia leaves tomorrow, so.

So tell you what.

I will meet you at Claire's
at 7:00 a.m. sharp

with my new designs.

If you like them, they're yours,

and I will come up with
a game plan for you and Sarah

and all the good people
of Fraser to put together.

And if I don't like them?

Well, then you're gonna have
to start practicing your layup.

Spiced Christmas leaf tea

and the last of the maple
cinnamon stars,

even if now they all
look like Texas.

I'm so stuffed from dinner.

You want one?

Yeah.

Ooh.

So you and Kate Anderson?

What?

She was stuck in her house
for a month.

I had a few hours.

I thought I'd be a good neighbor

and pay her
a Christmastime visit.

Do you like her?

Nothing not to like.

She's a lovely woman, funny too.

What?

Nothing. I think it's good.

I approve.

- Of what?
- Of whatever.

Dad, it's been almost
three years since Mom passed.

It's okay.

Speaking of your
wonderful mother,

I have something to show you.

I found this old Christmas
album just the other day.

This is when you were ten
and Sarah was about eight.

- Look at this.
- Oh, my gosh, this is amazing.

There's your mother and you
and Sarah caroling,

and look, here we are
trimming the tree.

You remember how tall
that thing was?

And it was always
kinda bent, right?

Mm-hmm.

No matter which way
we turned it,

it was just always
slightly tilted.

Oh, wow.

Oh, my gosh, look.

There I am playing Mom's piano.

"Deck the Halls."

Over and over.

Wow, this is crazy.

Do you remember
we used to take a picture

in front of Barrington's
every year?

And now I do
their window displays.

Destiny.

Wow, that was such
a happy day...

and that was such a beautiful,
simple display.

Do you mind if I keep this one?

What's mine is yours, kiddo.

Thanks.

This way we honor
your grandparents

and the festival and the way
it was all designed,

and then we enhance it

by adding a new, exciting look,
but we can still use

the same old decorations
you love so much.

Okay.

I was thinking
we could name the entire thing

Snowflake Wishes,
Christmas Kisses,

and then I thought
the people at the dance

could write down their wishes
on, like,

little paper snowflakes
and hang them on the tree.

It would be an incredible
social media tease.

Oh, by the way, do we have
a hashtag for the festival yet?

Mia, Mia, slow down, slow down.

How do you know about that?

Hashtags?

- I mean, every--
- No, no, no.

Snowflake Wishes,
Christmas Kisses.

How do you know about that?

Well, it's on the website,

which I wanted
to talk to you about.

It could really use
a new redesign.

I forgot we even had a website.

That explains it.

Hey, is everything okay?

Yeah, yeah, it's just, um...

that was this poem that
my grandpa wrote for my grandma

about the night they met.

Your grandpa sounds like
a really special man.

He always wanted to put
the poem to music for her,

but he never got around to it.

Okay, you two ready to order,

or should I just put
in your usuals?

Maybe just two more minutes,
please, Claire.

Thank you.

I also really loved
the pathway of trees

where your grandparents
exchanged vows.

It was really beautiful.

The pathway of trees
was pretty famous around here

for a very long time,
until, um...

Until what?

I think it's time
for another show-and-tell.

Wait, I--I don't get it.

This place looks like
it was built last Tuesday.

How does this connect
to your past?

You're looking at the former
site of the Anderson tree farm.

As in Christmas tree farm?

Yup.

It was in my family
for four generations.

Everyone worked it
at one point or another,

my granddad, my dad, me.

The place meant the world to me.

I practically grew up on it.

And now it's gone.

Must be pretty strange
for you to be back here.

Well, let's just say it
brings up a lot of old stuff.

It's complicated.

My family did their best,
but the economy shifted.

Farm changed hands.

The last owner sold out
to a developer, made a killing,

and here we are, offices.

It sounds like you had
a lot of great memories here.

I always pictured my own kid
growing up on it one day,

learning, seeing,
smelling everything that I did.

It was practically
a way of life,

and it's also how our family's
Snowflake Festival began.

Right here was
the pathway of trees.

It's where my Grandpa Tom
met my Grandma June

61 years ago this Christmas Eve.

- They met on Christmas Eve?
- Mm-hmm.

I love that.

Right after he helped my grandma

find the perfect tree,

it started to snow, so she says,

"Every year I make a Christmas
wish on a snowflake,

and you need to make one too."

They both wished for love,

and a year later
at this exact spot,

Tom Anderson
married June Miller.

The first Snowflake Festival?

It was really more
to celebrate their wedding,

but it was such a hit,

they decided to celebrate
every year

and invite the whole town.

- And a tradition was born.
- You got it.

We used to light
the old pathway of trees here

each Christmas Eve
in honor of my grandparents,

and I really miss that.

You know, why don't we have
our own pathway of trees

at the Snowflake Dance?

It would be really easy
to implement into everything.

Mia, as much as I hate
to say this,

your ideas for the barn design
couldn't be more perfect.

Wow, thank you, Adam.

But we can't do it.

Why not?

I mean, we can't
do it without you.

It's too special, too elaborate.

Adam, look,
I would love to stay.

I really would, but I have
to get back to Boston.

I'll lay everything out
for you and Sarah,

and I'll have my vendors
drop off every--

No, no, it's okay.

We'll just make do
with what we have.

I mean, I really do appreciate
all that you've done,

and maybe I'll see you
when you come back

on Christmas Day, okay?

I think you're making a mistake.

No, actually, I'm trying not to.

♪ Boughs of holly

♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

♪ 'Tis the season
to be... jolly ♪

♪ Fa-la-la-la-la...

Two days,
and that's my best offer.

Mia.

I'm a human being.

I'm allowed sick days

or... pretend sick days
or whatever.

Can't you just tell your boss
the truth,

that you're desperately needed
out of town for 48 hours?

This week, no.

It's a white lie,
or I'm back on the I-90 ASAP.

Please don't make me feel
guiltier than I already do.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

- Well, thank you, counselor.
- Ready whenever you are.

Okay, one cuckoo cocoa

and a carrot cake muffin.

What?

Can't a guy change things up
every once in a while?

No, I know, it shocked
the shoes off me too.

Well, I'll have
what he's having.

No! A cold and a fever?

- Yeah, I just--
- I feel really awful,

so I think I'm gonna stay here
one more day

and, uh--and hope to get better.

Of course, Mia, absolutely.

You just stay down there and--

And do not worry about a thing.

Like I said,
best new assistant ever.

Emily?

Emily, is everything okay?

100% perfect.

I will text you later, Mia.

Bye.

Okay, my vendor
from East Hartford's

delivering everything
before noon.

I'm gonna have to owe him
big-time,

but it'll be worth it.

Well, like I always say,
it's not what you know.

- It's who you know.
- Dad.

In, like, 30 years, I have
never heard you say that once.

- Then I should have.
- Okay.

Once we get all the big
pieces in place,

we can start setting up a stage,

figure out the sound
and lighting,

and then we can hang
the stash of tinsel,

and then we can put up
our snowflake

Christmas wish tree right here.

And don't even think about

pawning off
one of your fake ones.

- We need a showstopper.
- Really?

And who exactly is paying
for this showstopper?

- I am.
- You are?

I am now.

Consider it my contribution
to the Snowflake Festival.

- Dad.
- Now, you two

go tree shopping,
and I'll stick around here

in case your vendor
comes back early.

Harry, that's completely
not necessary.

All the more reason
to do it then.

No wonder my mom likes you.

- She does, does she?
- Okay, then.

Now, you two go,
and bring back a beauty.

At ease, Eloise. I don't bite.

Oh, I know that,
Mrs. Barrington,

and, uh, it's Emily?

Ask your parents, dear, not me.

I got a voicemail from Mia.

She's out sick, I gather?

Yes, dreadful cold and fever.

Personally, I like to load up
on Echinacea whenever I get--

Darling, just do me a favor.

While you're in charge,

try not to blow any more fuses.

Things are dicey enough
around here as it is.

Absolutely, Mrs. Barrington.

I'm so sorry.
It won't happen again.

Good to know.

Wow.

When you said showstopper,
you were not playing.

I'm telling you, Adam,
this event is gonna be so fine,

you're gonna have to
turn people away.

I'll just be glad if we sell
our usual 100 tickets

'cause sales right now
are still a little light.

- You wanna know why?
- Why?

Can I give you
some honest feedback?

Oh, please, please.

Your site,
it's--it's really weak,

and you have zero
social media presence,

and there's not a single poster
in the Christmas market.

How do you get the word out?
Smoke signals?

This has been an annual event
for 60 years.

Trust me, everyone
knows about it.

Everybody in Fraser, maybe.

Has Sarah talked to you
about this?

Yeah, a little, but...

there've been a million
other priorities, so.

Well, now you have
a million and one.

Shall we get this beast
on the road?

Turns out we make a pretty good
tree hauling team.

Actually, you're stronger
than you look.

- It's a compliment.
- It better be.

Oh, wow, look at that view.

Can we stop
so I can take a picture?

Do I have to be in it?

Not anymore.

No, of course we can.

What?

Just admiring the view.

You cold?

Uh, a little bit, yeah.

Here, here, here, here.

Oh.

Better?

Uh, much. Thank you, kind sir.

Don't mention it.

So, um, does Mia
have a better half in Boston,

or is she... one of those

married-to-your-work
kind of girls?

Mia would love to be married
to her job and a man,

but right now,
she is flying solo.

Ah, so has she ever had
a serious copilot

or mostly been winging it?

Um...

she's all out
of aeronautic puns.

No worries.

We can drop the third person
thing if you want to.

Phewewat's a relief.

The truth is I've had some
really wonderful relationships,

but I guess
not wonderful enough.

Right.

I think the tree is slipping.

So much for my Boy Scout knots.

I need your help.

- Okay, I'll untie it.
- You straighten it out.

Got it.

See? You were right.

We do make a good team.

All right, Adam, your turn
to be on the hot seat.

Uh-oh.

What's your stance on romance?

Oh, I'm all for it.

I even felt like I met the one
when I was living in New York.

- Wait, you lived in New York?
- Mm-hmm.

- I had no idea.
- Five years.

Clerked for a judge, had a cool
little place in Brooklyn,

fell in love,
but then out of the blue,

she decides to go back
to her ex,

and I decide to move
back to Fraser.

- Because of her?
- I mean, I'm just guessing.

I think there's more than one
eligible lady in New York City.

Six. I counted.

No, um, a couple years ago,

my dad got sick
right before Christmas,

so I came home to help my mom
keep the festival going.

It's what my father wanted most.

'Cause he was honoring
his father?

Exactly.

But, um, he passed away
right after New Year's, so.

- I'm sorry.
- Thank you.

I stayed on to be with my mom
and, well, never left.

New York was cool,
but Fraser's where I belong,

in case I haven't made that
painfully obvious.

I totally get it.

I love cities, I love Boston,

but Fraser's
a really special town.

Oh, it's my dad.
The delivery just arrived.

- Ah.
- We should head back.

We've got chandeliers to hang.

Oh, hey, can we stop
at Claire's on the way?

Sure, your dad's
gonna need all his strength

to help us with the showstopper.

Yeah.

- Here you go, you two. Enjoy.
- Thank you.

And good luck
with the barn, Mia.

- I can't wait to see it.
- Thanks, Claire.

And thanks
for the speedy service.

Hey, Mom,
where do you want these?

Oh, uh, come stock them
behind the counter.

Who's this handsome young man?

Oh, this is my son Robbie,
and I told him,

"If you think you're gonna
sit home tweeting

"and Instagramming all week
just 'cause Fraser High

closed early, forget about it."

Plus I like having him around.

And I get to eat
all the Christmas cookies

I want, so, you know, win-win.

So, Robbie, you're a big
social media guy, huh?

- I'm 16.
- Right.

Well, um, we could use
your help on that front

to promote
the Christmas Eve dance.

- You interested?
- Sure.

That'd be cool,
if my boss is okay with that.

- Help the Snowflake Festival?
- You don't have to twist my arm.

Great. So, um, maybe stop
by the old Webb barn later?

We can talk.

Yeah.

- See you guys.
- Bye, nice meeting you.

Take care.

Hey, you two
be careful up there.

We can't afford to lose
any of our best workers.

You're all heart, Mia.

Okay, gang, I think we're
ready to plug this baby in.

Ahh.

Oh, yes.

It looks like the ballroom
from "Beauty and the Beast."

It does, doesn't it?

Can I tell you again
how glad I am that you're here?

And can I tell you again
how happy I am to be here?

Santa, I have a deal for you.

It's like Santa's workshop
in here, minus the elves.

Yeah, just wait.

I have 20 of Grace's classmates

and a dozen of my fourth graders

coming in--
Ooh, an hour, yikes--

Uh, for a pizza
and snowflake-making party.

John is disaster-proofing
the house as we speak.

You're the best.

Uh, don't forget we need

at least 250 snowflakes
for full effect.

Right, and a bunch
of little ones

for the snowflake
Christmas wish tree.

I got it, Mimi.

Oh, did you get
the tracing pattern

I sent for the kids to copy?

To think, when we were little
I was the efficient one.

Well, who do you think
I learned it from?

By the way,
I love that Adam scrounged up

some extra funds
for the materials.

He really
bought into your design

hook, line, and um, snowflake.

Uh, but no, trust me.

It did not happen
just like that.

He definitely
likes what he likes.

Uh, maybe he just likes you.

Or maybe I'm just likable.

- Well, so is he.
- What do you know?

Okay, I actually have
a Christmas surprise for him,

but I'm gonna need your help,

and maybe Dad and John
can help too?

- Yeah, whatever we can do.
- We have to work fast.

Oh--I'll show you later.

Ten minutes, and he's already
updated our website,

added a ticket link, and posted
two "making of" videos.

Three, and we just got
54 likes and 12 retweets.

#fraserxmasdance

Gotta love modern technology.

You can't always be wrong.

Banter and a wink.

Doesn't take Sherlock Holmes.

Don't you have pizza to pick up?

Yeah, I really do.

Love you.

Don't forget to vote.

What's all this?

A visit from Santa.

Is this your doing?

I'm so sorry, Mrs. Barrington,

but I thought it would help.

What, the fact that
window and store traffic

is in the crapper?

It's just that our windows
are so beautiful.

I want people to see them,
and who doesn't love Santa?

Be in my office in one hour.

Mia, for Christmas' sake,
pick up.

Let me see.

Open.

Mia.

Mia, this is unbelievable.

How did you do this?

Really quickly.

No wonder your dad suddenly
had to take me out for coffee.

I didn't want to be rude,
but it was weird.

Yeah.

While you guys were gone,
we went to the tree lot,

and then we scurried back here
and got everything set up.

The trees are actually on me
and Sarah and John, too,

as a tribute to Tom and June.

That's so gracious
and thoughtful.

Mia, thank you so much.

Oh, my God.

I can't thank you enough,

and my grandparents
can't thank you enough.

Mia, this is phenomenal.

People are going to be floored
when they see this.

We couldn't have done this
without you.

I hope it's Fraser's best
Christmas Eve dance ever.

Too bad you won't
be here for it.

Or will you?

I'd love to, but every year

the store does this big thing
on Christmas Eve

that I have to be at, so.

Ah, okay.

In that case, we better
test out this dance floor now.

What are we gonna dance to?

May I have this dance?

Yeah.

I, uh... I should go.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I--I should go too.

Um, believe it or not,
I actually have

some work-work that I
have to catch up on, so.

I was starting to think
this whole "I'm a lawyer" thing

is just what you tell people
to impress them.

Your grandparents would
be really proud of you, Adam.

I hope so.

Oh, um, I have
something for you.

What is this?

"Snowflake Wishes,
Christmas Kisses"?

Mm-hmm.

Wait, is this the actual poem?

I thought you might
want to read it,

especially now that you're
a part of the story,

their love story.

Wow, this is so beautiful.

Do you mind
if I take a picture of this?

- Of course not.
- Please do. Here.

Okay.

Great.

Thank you so much
for sharing that with me.

Of course.

Hi, it's Emily.

I'm either on the other line

or negotiating world peace.

Kindly leave a message.

Hey, Emily. It's Mia.

I'm so sorry
I missed your calls.

I was in a barn--uh,
part of my dad's house,

and I had no service.

Give me a call back
when you can, 'kay?

Thanks.

Welcome to Apocalypse Now.

Oh, my gosh. What happened?

- Well...
- 32 kids, eight pizzas,

and a million paper snowflakes.

You do the math.

Aunt Mia, it was so much fun.

It was like we squashed

the whole entire school
into our living room.

Careful, Mia.

There still could
be a third grader

stuck underneath
the coffee table.

Oh.

- Wow.
- Aren't they beautiful?

These are the ones I made.

- Those are so cool.
- Sorry, little pizza mishap.

All right, I'm gonna
help you guys clean.

Oh, no.

Oh, one second.

Emily, hi. Finally.

Is everything okay?

Depends on how you define okay.

I was just stuck on the subway
for an hour,

some mechanical failure
or something,

so I couldn't reach you again,
but Mia...

I've been lying to you,
and I'm really sorry,

but I didn't want you to worry
while you were away.

I wanted you to think
everything was perfect,

and I wanted you to trust me
to run things,

and I thought I could,
but I really screwed up,

and if you want to fire me,
I totally get it, but I--

Whoa, whoa, no one's firing
anybody here.

Just calm down.
Tell me what's going on.

- Are you sitting down?
- I am now.

Turns out Mrs. Barrington
is not a Santa person,

so she hated my idea,

but it all made her realize
that we have to do something

if we want any chance
of a contest win.

Mia, she really wants to win.

Wait, wait, so back up.

Changing out
the Christmas windows now?

Look...

I'm gonna see
if I can reach out to her,

and maybe she'll change
her mind.

No, no, no, no.

Mia, you should have seen her.

It was scary.

She said, "You can change it,

add to it,
set off fireworks in it."

That one's a direct quote,
but she wants it done.

I tried to remind her
that you are still sick, but--

No, I'm not. I'm okay.

I just--oh, forget it.

I'll explain later.

She wants more attention,
she'll get more attention.

Let me think about this tonight,

and I will call you back
in the morning, okay?

- You still want my help?
- I do.

But Emily, remember,

you never have to
hold anything back from me.

I don't need protecting,

except maybe
from Mrs. Barrington.

Mia, you're--great, you're here.

Good morning, Robbie.

You have a lot of energy
for 8:00 in the morning.

So check this out.

It blew up overnight.

2,200 likes, hundreds
of comments and retweets.

People are posting pictures
from old Snowflake Festivals,

and I got a DM from somebody
at Channel Six News,

says they want
to interview Adam.

- What should I tell them?
- Say yes.

Uh, just find out a time,
and I'll let Adam know.

Hey, Claire.
Your son is a genius.

I might just have to take him
back to Boston with me,

and he could do
my next window design.

Cool. Mom, can I?

Uh, no, genius son,

because you're working
with me this week.

I will see you guys later.

Oh, and hey, Robbie,
you're the best.

- Bye.
- Bye.

No, don't put that away.

I wanna see what you're doing.

Channel Six, really?

Why would they want
to interview me?

Because you're the face
of the festival this year.

Okay, let me rephrase that.

Why would I want them
to interview me?

To promote the festival
and the dance and the town?

And to tell your story
and your family's story.

I think it's a great
human interest piece.

You should be flattered.

I am, I guess.

It's just kinda personal.

Adam, most of it's
already on the website,

especially since Robbie
updated it,

and like you said,
this festival's been going on

for the last 60 years.

Everybody already knows
everything about it.

But interviews and stuff?

That's not how we've
always done things.

Are we back there? Really?

Okay, I hate to break it
to you, Adam,

but you are already
all over social media,

and that horse is--it's
already out of the barn.

Come on, just have fun
with the interviewer

and really play into
the fundraising angle.

It's a great way to honor
your grandparents.

Okay, I'll do it.

Great, because
they will meet you

at the Christmas market
in an hour.

Will you go with me?

Uh, yeah, okay.

I just--I have to get back
to Boston right after.

Wait, wait, you're...

I thought you were here all day.

Who's gonna finish hanging
all these stars

and oversee the rest?

Mia, you can't leave yet.
We need you.

And I appreciate that,

but there's
an emergency at work,

and I need to be there.

Not to sound dramatic
or anything,

but my future depends on it.

I already told Sarah,
and she said

she would organize
some after-school help,

and then my dad said he's coming

with a bunch of volunteers
and will be here by noon.

You won't even miss me.

Mia...

You ready for your close-up,
Mr. Anderson?

So even though the market

has grown over the years,
we've always tried

to keep things feeling
as timeless as possible.

Well, it sounds like tradition

has been very important
to your family.

Oh, totally,
and now it's all about

keeping the memory of my dad
and grandparents alive

through this amazing
Christmas festival.

I understand you were
extremely close with them,

particularly your grandfather.

Yeah, spent a ton of time
together when I was a kid,

and for a few years there,

my dad had to travel
a lot for work,

so Grandpa Tom
kinda stepped in for him.

He was the best.

Really loving and patient,
super supportive.

I miss him a lot.

That's very special.

Now, as many of our area
viewers may remember,

your family owned the Anderson
Christmas tree farm

for quite a long time.

Have I mentioned that the, um...

the Snowflake Dance proceeds

will go to the Christmas
Spirit Foundation?

- Did I tell you--
- We'll get to that.

But back to the tree farm.

I understand it was
a very big part of the festival

and Christmas
in general around here.

It was, mm-hmm.

But after your family
lost the farm,

the bank found a new buyer,
and now the--

We didn't lose anything.

It was a very complicated
transaction,

so I don't know where
you're getting that--

Thinking back,
how would you say this loss

affected your family,
the festival,

and, well, even your hometown?

- Barry, I'm sorry.
- I can't go there with you.

Adam, it was public record.

He was allowed to ask.

Yeah?

What happened to a nice
local Christmas story?

And it still will be.

I bet we sell 100 more tickets
when it airs tonight.

I should have
listened to my gut,

not get roped into this stupid
social media stuff.

- Roped in?
- My mom's gonna be so mad.

She's gonna break my leg.

- Adam, I'm sorry.
- I was just trying to help.

Mia, you don't understand.

Look, the foreclosure
might have been public record,

but it was kept private
by the town council

and even the bank
in honor of my family.

As far as anyone knows around
here, business slowed up.

We shut down. End of story.

I know the tree farm
is important to you

and important to your family,

but really, there is no shame
in what happened.

Maybe not for you,
but for me, I--

What?

I think it's time for you
to get back to Boston.

I don't want to keep you.

Adam, I don't want
to leave things this way.

Looks like we are.

I'll see you, Mia.

So I've drawn a bunch
of new designs,

but I'm not sure
they're any better

than what's already there.

I just don't get it.

Our windows are so gorgeous.

Why aren't more people
loving them?

I blame everything on global
warming, but that's just me.

I don't know, Mia.

Maybe we should just set off
fireworks in here.

Fireworks. That's it.

Um, I was joking?

Something that'll turn heads
and turn heads fast.

Isn't that why you used
the strobes?

- A strobe's pulse--
- We need an explosion, color,

loud, bright colors,
like Christmas meets July 4th.

I've got an idea.

Hey, what's with Adam?

He looks like he just found out
there's no Santa Claus.

There's not?

I don't know.
Maybe he misses Mia.

Hmm.

Hey, Dad, thanks
for inviting Mia down.

She's been a big help,

and it's been a lot of fun
to share all this with her.

Well, you can't miss it.

Or apparently you can.

I just thought
that if we did something

to grab people's attention,
it might force them to look,

I mean, really look and see
how special the windows are.

Or perhaps they're just not
as special as we seem to think.

Mrs. Barrington, this--

This wasn't the quick fix
I was hoping for.

I'm really sorry.

- You should be.
- It's positively ghastly.

Take it down, would you, dear?

We'll just go with what we had.

It'll be a pity if we lose,

but I'll adjust accordingly.

By the way, how was Connecticut?

Besides getting sick.

Oh, I actually wasn't sick.

I felt weird about staying down
there to help with one design

when I should have been up here
worried about this one,

so I tried to cover,
and it was stupid.

See, you're not the only one
who's a bad liar.

Lucky for us, I guess.

Should I resuscitate
the beating heart of Christmas?

It would be the humane
thing to do.

Okay, but I should warn you,

the last time I did this,
the whole window blacked out.

At this point,
that might help us.

Oh, look, first window photo
of the day.

- I got it all wrong.
- What are you talking about?

The window, the design,
the theme.

Well, maybe next year you can--

No, no, no, Emily, now.

I think I just discovered
the heart of Christmas.

Mrs. Barrington?

I want more chance
at the window.

After all this?

You have got to be kidding me.

Please.

You can promote me,
not promote me,

fire me, take away my glue gun.

I don't care.

Just let me try this.

Fine, but only because I'm
dripping with Christmas spirit.

Thank you, Mrs. Barrington.

You know, Mia, in a strange way,

you remind me of myself
when I was your age.

Oh, I so hope that's not true.

We didn't lose the farm, okay?

It was a very complicated
transaction, and I--

Thinking back, how would you
say this loss affected

your family, the festival,
and even your hometown?

I'm sorry, Barry,
I can't go there with you.

I hope you can understand that.

I can, Adam,
but at the same time--

Great, so let me tell you more

about this Christmas dance.

I want you--

I don't know what to say.

I'm sorry.

Um...

I should have known better.

Maybe, but then again,
maybe it's time.

For what?

For people to know something
so private, so painful?

Grandpa and Dad made
mistakes with the farm,

but they were honest mistakes,

and we never wanted
anyone to think otherwise.

I meant maybe it's time for you.

For me?

Yes, honey,
time to forgive yourself.

Okay, so we are
right on schedule.

Designs have all been
distributed and executed.

Windows are being converted.

Graphic shop worked
around the clock

for a 10:00 a.m. delivery.

Gill in maintenance
is on new tree duty,

and a release just went out
on PR news wire.

Fantastic.

Oh, and look at the photos
people are sending in.

We've struck gold here, Emily.

Too bad you didn't
think of it sooner, right?

It's too bad I didn't
go to Connecticut sooner.

It just made me realize
some things, that's all.

Good evening, Mrs. Barrington.

So nice to see you,
Mrs. Barrington.

Mia, Eloise.

Looks like it's gonna
be a merry Christmas after all.

I'll be the judge of that.

It's been like this
for two hours.

All I can say is,
this had better be worth

all the overtime
I'm obviously on the hook for.

Follow me.

This is not at all
what I expected.

It's more splendid than
I ever could have imagined.

You captured the true spirit,
the essence

of what I've hoped
Barrington's has meant

to the people of Boston
all these years.

I've realized that Christmas
is not about things.

It's about family
and community and memories,

about spending it with people
that mean the most to you

and honoring old traditions
while creating new ones.

Well, you've done
a remarkable job.

Win or lose
the window competition,

the designer position is yours.

Thank you, Mrs. Barrington.

I--I can't wait to get started.

- You did it.
- No, we did it.

Okay, Gracie, let's see
how high we can get.

One, two, three, go.

- Nice job.
- Grace, hey.

Well, aren't you the celebrity?

You look fantastic, Mom,

and I'm so happy
you could be here tonight.

Oh, me too, honey.

It's so good
to be out that damn cast,

and not a minute
too soon either.

Just don't overdo it.

I know you're itching
to get on that dance floor.

I'll behave, Doctor. Promise.

Mia, what are you doing here?

I wanted to make a wish
on a snowflake,

and I figured,
what better place to do it?

So what about work?

What about your big
Christmas emergency?

Everything's fine.

Problem solved, future's intact.

This is where I wanted to be.

Mimi, you made it.

- Hi.
- Hey. Oh, my God.

- Wait a minute.
- You knew about this?

What's a little secret
between sisters?

Aunt Mia, I wished
you would be here tonight,

and here you are.

Wishes really do come true.

Aww.

Especially at Christmas,
right, Gracie-face?

Okay, who's ready to join me
back on the dance floor?

Ooh. Time to twist.

So.

So.

- Mia, I'm s--
- Adam, I'm--

You go.

Wow.

Come in.

Mia, I'm really sorry
I blew up about the interview.

It's my issue, not yours.

You were just trying to help me.

- How'd I do?
- How did you do?

Look around.

We're a hit.

Hey, um, would you like
some champagne punch?

You have got to see this
awesome fountain we got.

- That sounds great.
- Come on.

All right, one for you.

- Thank you.
- One for me.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

This is delicious.

I mean, would I steer you wrong?

Don't answer that.

So, um, have you made
your snowflake wish?

No, I'm--I'm going to.

I just...

There's something
I have to do first.

Will you excuse me for a second?

Sure.

Hello, everybody.

I'm Mia Donovan.

I am so thrilled

to be here at this wonderful
celebration.

- Love you, Auntie Mia.
- Aww.

I love you too, Jellybean.

That's my biggest fan
right there.

Anyway, this week,

I learned a lot about Fraser

and the two wonderful people

that started the original
Snowflake Festival

and whose 60th
wedding anniversary

we are honoring here tonight,

Tom and June Anderson.

Their grandson Adam
was kind enough

to show me a poem
that Tom wrote June

about the night that they met.

Tom, his grandpa, always
wanted to set it to music

but never got the chance to,

so I decided to give it
the old Christmas try.

Now, I haven't composed
anything, as you know,

since middle school,

and all the songs
I've been singing lately

are Christmas carols,

so please do not expect
Lady Gaga.

I hope you enjoy.

♪ Sleigh bells ring loud

♪ Hear the carolers caroling

♪ The trees outside

♪ Filled with lights
are twinkling ♪

♪ This year

♪ Don't want anything
for Christmas ♪

♪ You are all that I need

♪ Give me snowflake wishes

♪ Lots of Christmas kisses

♪ Just you and I

♪ And a clear winter sky

♪ Let's dance a while

♪ We'll laugh and smile

♪ You'll always be

♪ The best gift to me

♪ The best gift to me ♪

Yeah.

I'll come find you guys
in a sec.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

We'll see you later.

Move over, Lady Gaga.

Did you like it?

I loved it.

You are amazing.

It's the best Christmas gift

anyone could have ever given me.

Thank you, Mia.

Well, thank you
for inspiring me.

So you ready to make that wish?

Let's do it.

Let's do it.

Thank you.

- Okay.
- No peeking.

All right, all right.

Your turn.

Oh, I'm way ahead of you.

What did you wish for?

Okay...

this is my wish.

It's an amazing wish.

Thank you.

And now your turn.

Now, what are the odds?

Wait, this is your
snowflake, right?

Definitely.

Oh, by the way,

I got a big promotion
at work today.

You did?

Oh, that's great.
Congratulations.

I'm really excited.

I've also decided
that, from now on,

I'm gonna spend as much time
as I can with my family

and another certain
special somebody.

You won't get any argument
from me.

Merry Christmas, Mia.

Merry Christmas, Adam.