All language subtitles for Northpole.Open.for.Christmas.2015.720p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-Kitsune

(joyful music)

- Merry Christmas!

Ah! Don't you two
look dazzy this morning.

- Thanks.
- Hi, girls!

- Hi!
- Hey, Clem!

- Hi! Good morning!
- Morning!

- I'll see you guys after work!
- OK.

- Check this out!
- Hi!

- Merry Christmas!
- Merry Christmas!

- Clementine, you're early.
Interns don't usually

show up till 9.
- When there's new trampolines

that need fixing?
- Oh, well. We've got

another problem to deal with.
- A problem?

- Mm-hmm. Just look.
- The thing is

the zing of these balls
is too much.

- I see.

- I guess we'll have to scratch
that whole batch.

(Clem sighs.)
- Unless...

What if we cut these in half

and attach them
to the bottom of a shoe?

- I don't follow.
- Well, cut in half

is half the bounce.
And for kids who play hoop,

that's a perfect amount
of spring in their step.

- Well done, Clem!
- Thanks, Blizzby.

♪♪♪

(indistinct conversations)

- There you go.
- Dazzy.

(indistinct conversations)

- Yes, please.
(elves laughing)

- Good work today, Clem.
Interns don't usually

invent new products.
- Well, the way I see it,

a problem is just a snowball
waiting for a target.

(chuckling)

- Maybe that's why
word gets around.

- (elf): Look, it's Santa!
- (Santa): Clementine!

- Later, guys!
- I heard you did
a good job today.

You march to your
own glockenspiel, Clementine.

(chuckling)
- Thank you, sir.

My mom says that if we had
a snowflake for every new idea

that I chased, we'd have
an avalanche on our hands.

(Clem and Santa laughing)
- That's why I'm here today.

Uh, shall we go to my office
and have a little chat?

(happy sigh)
- I'd love that.

(wind whistling)

- As you know,
getting around the world

in one night isn't easy.

The further my sleigh gets
from Northpole's magic,

the more power we need.

- Well, you do log in
a lot of frequent-flyer miles.

- Which is why we built
the power stations.

Without those points of magic
around the globe,

my journey would be impossible.

So, Clementine,

what do you say
to another special mission?

- I'd be totally iced.

- Well, there's a woman down
south who's at a crossroads.

She inherited
one of our stations,

an old hotel
that's gone dark.

- Vermont. I hear it's beautiful
this time of the year.

- If its magic isn't lit up
by Christmas Eve,

well, I think you know
what's at stake here.

- How much does she know?

- Nothing.
- How much can I tell her?

- I'm afraid she's
gonna have to come

to certain realizations herself.

Needless to say, this will be

the greatest challenge
you've ever faced.

- I'm honoured, sir.

(eager sigh)
And I'm in.

- (Santa): Haha!
Her name is Mackenzie Warren.

- Pretty, but no.

This, I can sell.

Oh...

"18 carats."

Worth more melted down.

Something to think about.

Well, that's interesting.

Bella, would you mind
standing up?

Early 16th century Elizabethan

in really good condition.
- Oh, that's not

for sale, Mackenzie.

- Oh, I understand
your hesitancy,

and you'll excuse me
for saying,

but if there's one thing
I've learned in my 20 years

of appraising estates
and property...

these are just things.

A month from now,
you'll be living in Boca Raton,

swimming and playing golf,
and this antique chair

could be collecting
dust in a corner or pay your
country-club use for a year.

- Maybe you're right.
- Holding onto the past

keeps us from moving forward.

"Yesterday is history,
tomorrow is a mystery,

and today is a gift." That's why
they call it the present.

Oh!

Now, there's
your kitchen makeover in Boca.

(Christmas music playing)
(bell ringing)

- Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, folks!
Merry Christmas!

- Good morning, Ed.
- Morning, Mackenzie.

- Here you go: bagel, light
cream cheese; coffee, black.

- You're the best.
- Merry Christmas!
- Merry Christmas!

- Thank you.

I'm available 24/7,
night or day.

OK, thank you.

- Nice work
on the Campbell estate.

That's why you're our number 1;
you can talk people

out of anything.
- Thank you, I think.

- Well, keep it up, you'll be
the new me. That needs water.

- It's plastic.
- Any plans for the holidays?

- Not really. Just going
over inventory for the
New Year's Day auction.

- I envy you. I have a minivan
full of relatives coming in.

If you ask me,
Santa has the right idea:

only visit people once a year.
(Mackenzie chuckling)

Christmas party in the
conference room, you're coming?

- And catch up with people
I haven't seen in 20 minutes?

Of course.
(black woman chuckling)

(birds singing)

(siren)

(sigh)

(doorbell ringing)

Can I help you?
- Ms. Warren?

- Yes.
- Peter Elfman, esquire.

We spoke on the phone
about your aunt's estate.

- Oh yes, of course!
Please come in. I'm Mackenzie.

- Thank you.

Nothing like the smell
of a plastic Christmas tree.

(both laughing)
- Would you like some coffee?
- Oh, that would be lovely.

- Cream and sugar?
- Just black.

Just moving in?
- No, I haven't gotten around

to unpacking quite yet.

- How long have you lived here?
- A year. I move a lot for work.

Six times
in the last eight years,

so I have mastered
the art of living out of boxes.

- Sounds like you haven't found
a place you can call home yet.

- Well, let's just say
I'm better at appraising homes

than I am living in them.

Please, sit down.
- Oh, thank you.

- Here you go.
- Aww, thank you.

- Why are you getting
in touch now?

It's been almost a year
since my aunt passed away.

- Yes, it's taken us this long

to organize her things.
- Oh, well,

she always was a free spirit.
- You two were close?

- Very. For a while.

I used to go
to her inn

when I was a little girl
every Christmas.

Ah, I loved that place...

and my aunt Grace
most of all.

- It's my guess
the feeling was mutual.

She left you
an early Christmas gift.

The Northern Lights
Mountain Inn.

♪♪♪

- She left me the inn?
- Indeed she did.

- Why me? I... I-I haven't
spoken to her in a lifetime.

- Be that as it may,
she chose you.

Paper's quite clear on that.

(sigh)

- I can't believe it.

That was so kind of her, but...

what am I gonna do with a hotel
in the middle of nowhere?

- When was the last time
you were there?
- Second grade.

- Hmm... I'm afraid

it's lost a star or two
in the guidebooks since then.

- Oh... Well, I suppose
I'll have to sell it.

I guess there's a realtor
up there I could call.

- Why don't you go up there and
take a look at the place first.

Seeing something in person
can open your eyes

to all sorts of possibilities.

- Well, you've given me
a lot to think about.

- Well, don't take too long.

There's a large tax bill
due at the first of the year.

Uncle Sam may have a beard,
but he's no Santa Claus.

(She sighs.)
Well...

Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

♪♪♪

(door closing)

(cheerful music)
(woman laughing)

Hurry, Aunt Grace, hurry!
- I'm coming!

(Aunt Grace laughing)

Slow down, Mackenzie!

Slow down, Mac, you're missing
the treats along the way!

(both laughing)

- Look at the ornament!
It's glowing!

- Aw, that one's
my favourite of all.

(both laughing)

♪♪♪

(phone ringing)

- It's Taylor. Whatever you have
to say, say it in five seconds.

(Beep!)
- Taylor, it's Mackenzie.

I'm going out of town
for a few days, but I'll be back

for the auction. Merry...
(Beep-beep-beep!)

♪♪♪

- ...Christmas.

♪♪♪
- Hello.

- Hi.

- Are you the realtor?
- Thankfully, no.

- Harris Hanover.
- Oh, Mackenzie Warren.

My aunt Grace owned--
- The Northern Lights
Mountain Inn?

- Oh, you know it then?
- Every nook and cranny.

- It's not
an English muffin, Ian.

I tried for years to get
Grace to sell. That money pit

is a teardown
just waiting to happen.
- I couldn't disagree more.

- Well, I guess
it's my money pit now.

- And you're not
the country-innkeeper type.

- Ha! No. Actually, I'm
the director of acquisitions

at Carlisle's New York.
- Oh, then you know the value

of a good piece of property
inside and out.

- Will you hand me the
Allen wrench there?
- What? Huh?

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

You know your wrenches.
- W.G. Allen filed the patent

for the original in 1909.
Brought him five figures
at auction.

- What can you tell me
about the compound

sliding miter saw?
- Not a lot.

- Too bad,
I was about to propose.

(giggling)
- Mackenzie,

the inn is a relic.

Except for your aunt's
annual Christmas party,

the place has been
pretty much empty for years.

On the bright side,

I do have a prospective buyer

who's interested in
taking it off your hands as is.

- She's not selling it "as is".
What I mean is

if you spruce it up a little,
you'd get a better price.

- Better yet: you sell it right
now, you'd be done with it.

- Then, the new buyer tears it
down. This is a landmark!

- It's progress.
- This is the
history of our town!

- Don't listen to him;
he's adverse to making money.

- Maybe I should see it first.

- Of course.

Give me a call when you do.
- I will.

It was nice to meet both of you.
- Yeah...

- Nice to meet you too.

- I'm done.
- You fixed it?

- Nope. I recommend you tearing
it down and buying a new one.

- Ha!

- Hey! I'll walk you
to your car.

- Oh! It's 10 feet away.

- Well, we'll walk slowly.

I apologize for him.
He's always been pushy

and annoying but he's my brother
so I put up with him.

(Mackenzie chuckling)
Ian Hanover.

- Mackenzie Warren.
- Is that Mrs. Warren or Miss?

- Are you asking if I'm married?

- No, just a little
small-town conversation.

- It's Miss.

(car starting up)
♪♪♪

♪♪♪

- Yeehee! Hahaha!

We've got a mission, Randy!

♪♪♪

- Hasn't changed at all.

(loud rattling)

Well, maybe a little.

OK, maybe a lot.

Oh... Oh...

(sigh)

(footsteps)

- Hello!

Welcome to the Northern
Lights Mountain Inn!

- Thank you.
- Here, let me
take that for you.

- OK. Thank you. Haha!

- Now, the inn
was established in 1820 as a--

- As a home away from home.
- Oh, you stayed with us before?

- Oh, a long time ago.

- Oh, my goodness!

Mackenzie!

You may not remember me. Wilson?

- Wilson!

Of course, I remember you.
Oh, I'm so sorry I didn't

recognize you.
- Well, I've gotten dramatically

better looking over the years.
- I couldn't agree more.

- Ha ha! Grace's lawyer
said you might show up.

I'm glad you did.
- Me too.

It's so quiet.
- Yes, well,

we've lost some staff...

vacationers prefer
the new resorts in town

these days, and locals
may love this place

but they sleep
in their own beds.

- Wilson, are you saying
that I'm the only guest?

- Ah, you're not a guest;

you're family.

(Mackenzie laughing)
Now, would you like

a little look around
before I show you to your room?

- Oh, I would love that! Yes!
- (laughing): OK.

Grace stayed on top of things,

but these last few years,
well, we fell a little behind.

Oh, it's an old place and it's
seen a little wear and tear.

- I see Aunt Grace's collections
are still intact.

- Yeah, she acquired everything
from hats to hammers.

If it was quirky and fun,
she just had to have it.

- Oh, these bookends

could bring in
a pretty penny.

- I suppose.
They were there long before me.

- Hmm. No.

Maybe. No.

Ah! Kitsch!

Pretty, but worthless.

- You used to like to read
beside that lamp.

- Shows you
what I knew back then.

- Just an old lamp, but worth
isn't always a number, is it?

- Oh, it is in my world.
- Hmm...

(enchanting music)

(sighing in wonder)

- I remember
when this room used to be

full of people and laughter.
- And music,

like a Christmas symphony.
- Hmm!

(She sighs.)

Oh...

Aunt Grace's favourite
Christmas ornament!

I remember that spinning.

- Spinning?
Yes, quite correct.

(footsteps)
- Oh, Mackenzie?

- Betty, you're still here!
Oh, you look wonderful!

- Thank you, dear.
- I see you're still wearing

your famous Christmas sweaters.
- A different one every day.

I'm happy to make you one.
- Oh no, I wouldn't want you

to go to all that trouble.
- No, no, no trouble at all.

- Oh, Betty.

Where's the rest of the staff?
- Just us now.

- You two take care
of this whole place?

- Let's just say
that it keeps us young.

And on that note,
let's show you to your room.

- Yeah.

♪♪♪

I've missed you, Aunt Grace.

Shouldn't we take
the elevator?

- (Wilson and Betty): No!

- No elevator. Got it.

(gasp)

- Goodnight, dear.

- Goodnight, Betty.
Goodnight, Wilson.

(door closing)

(wondrous music)

- Attaboy, Randy!

Haha!

(gasping)
Oh!

What a nice town! Haha!

♪♪♪

(swishing sound)

(contented sigh)
Nice landing, Randy.

I love
the new four-legged touchdown.

You'll be nice and warm in here.
(Randy grunting)

I'll check back in
in the morning.

Night!
(Randy grunting)

♪♪♪

(happy sigh)

- Hello?
- Oh! Hi.

You must be Wilson.
- And you must be Clementine.

(Clem chuckles.)
We've been waiting for you.

Did you bring any luggage?
- Just carry-on.

- How was your trip?
- Great! I caught

a little turbulence
over the Arctic circle. Brrr!

- Hot "snow-coa" coming up.

- Ah, great!
- Follow me.

- Great! Has she checked in yet?

- Ho! Ho! Yes, indeed.

♪♪♪

(happy sigh)
Ooh...

Hmm!

(happy sigh)
(machine beeping)

Santa? I'm in.

♪♪♪
(birds singing)

♪♪♪

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Uh, Mackenzie, this is
Clementine, my grand-niece.

Her parents are working,
so she'll be staying

with us for the holidays.
- Hi.

- Hello. Well, as someone who
used to spend Christmases here

when I was a little girl,
I promise you're gonna love it.

- Ah, I already do.
- You have the shiniest hair.

- Thank you!
It's eggnog shampoo.

- Ooh, sounds sticky.
- It's real popular
where I'm from.

- And where is that?
- Up north.

- Canada?
- A little north of that.

More like Canada adjacent.

- Would you like
to join us for breakfast?

- Oh no, coffee will be fine.
- We were just saying

how sad it would be
if this place had to close.

- I suppose I could always find
another job... I'm not that old.

- Still, it wouldn't
be the same.

(music of Jingle Bells
playing over speakers)

- I thought that sound system
was broken.

- It is.

(music of Jingle Bells
playing over speakers)

- Good morning.
- Good morning, Mac.

- Oh, actually,
nobody calls me that.

At least not anymore.

- That's too bad, I like it.

(The music of Jingle Bells
stops playing.)

- What happened?
- The wiring in this place

is just about shot.
- Um...

This is awkward.

- What is?

- Well, I hope you don't think
that I hired you yesterday.

- Nooo, I didn't.
- Then, what are you doing here?

- Don't worry, I'm not here
for you. I'm here for the inn!

- You do know the inn
is an inanimate object?

- Not to me. I've always
looked after the place.

In fact...

your aunt and I were
really good friends.

She meant a lot to me.

So my contractor and I,
we lend a hand when we can.

- Contractor?
- Yes, she's
outside shoveling snow.

- Look, I hope you don't think
that I don't appreciate

all of this,
because I do, but...

after I've seen all the work
that this place needs,

I think it's best I take
your brother up on his offer.

- You mean, sell it
and have him tear it down?

- Maybe they'll put
something better in its place.

- Yeah, sure, like a condo
development, maybe a strip mall.

- Daddy!
- Hey! Mackenzie,

this is my contractor, Jenny.
- Haha!

It is a pleasure to meet you.
- Hi.

- It's Christmas break,
which, when you're a single dad,

means instant work crew.

Not to mention this is her
favourite place in the world.

- Oh, it was mine too
when I was your age.

- What about now?
- Well...

- Do you have kids?
- Uh, no.

- A husband?

- No. No husband.

- Jenny, why don't you run
and get your stuff. Go on.

- Excuse me.
- Hmm?

- Do you have a pet?
- No.

- Houseplants?
- Plastic.

- A car?
- It's leased.

- Leased?

Commitment problems.

- Ah... Sorry about
the, uh, interrogation.

My old contractor
was much, uh, quieter.

(laughing)
- It's OK. She's adorable.

- Yeah, she's a really good kid.
And persistent.

And by persistent,
I mean relentless.

(chuckling)

- It's not that I have
a commitment problem per se.

- You didn't hear that from me.

- I-I... I move around
a lot for work,

and, well, when you don't
stay in one place,

you have to give up things.
- Like relationships,

dogs, cats, and plants.

It must be hard.
- I'm used to it.

- This is a thank you.

- Oh, for what?
- My dad says

you're gonna fix this place up
and turn it back

to the way it used to be.
- (whispering): Sorry.

- He said it used
to be magical.

- Yes, it was.
- Actually, sweetie,

I think Mac has decided
to let the place go and move on.

- You mean that it's not
gonna be here anymore?

- Well, that depends
on who buys it.

- I know it seems unimaginable
not coming back

to a place you love,
but there will be

so many other special places
you'll go to.

- Places as special as this?

- Um...

Uh, you know what?

Keep this, then you'll
always remember it here.

- Thank you.

I can never forget
this place, ever.

- Ooh! Haha!

- Bye.
- Bye.

♪♪♪

Harris, this is
Mackenzie Warren.

Hold off
on that prospective buyer.

I'm gonna fix
the place up first.

♪♪♪

Gang! Betty! Wilson!

Oh, can I talk to you
for a moment?

I've decided to make
a commitment to the inn.

- You're keeping it?
- No. But I'm gonna fix it up,

so the new owner thinks twice
before tearing it down.

Now, I'm only here
until Christmas,

so this will have to be
fast and furious.

Wilson, do you know any handyman
in town other than Ian Hanover?

- Why would you want
someone else? He's the best.

- Not to mention good-looking.
And dependable.

He's raised his little Jenny
since his wife died.

- She died?

- When the girl
was just a baby.

- You won't do
better than Ian.

- I'm sure you're right; I just
got the sense that he might be

too attached
to this place.

- But isn't that
a good thing?

- Oh, not in my experience.
If we want to get this done,

we've got to forget
about the past and not get

caught up in the memories
of what this once was.

Now, I've googled
resorts in town,

and it's obvious that
this place needs some updating.

- Do you know what this place
has that the other places don't?

Charm.
- Yeah.

- You know what those places
have that this place doesn't?

Guests.
- Ouch!

(Ding!)
(Wilson laughing)

- First thing we need to do is
inventory what needs to be fixed

and then figure out
what we can live without.

- Oh, great! Would you mind
if I shadowed you?

I'm considering a career
in hotel management.

- Alright then, you're hired!
(Clem gasps.)

- You know what we can't
live without?

A Christmas tree. Or two.

- OK, you're in charge of trees.
- Perfect. I promise

to go out on a limb for you.
- Oh, I see what you did there.

(both laughing)

Do you like to make lists?
- Oh! Like a naughty

and nice list?
- I was thinking a list

of things wrong with the inn.
- Sounds like a short list.

(music of We Wish You
a Merry Christmas playing)

- Here you go.
- Got it.

(Ding!)

(Ding!)

(Ding!)

- Elevator.
- Check.

(handle rattling)

I got it.

- Oh... How did Aunt Grace

manage this place
and make it look so easy?

- Well, Christmas in the heart
puts Christmas in the air.

(small chuckle)
- How many fixes on that list?

- Um, 64 must-dos.

(loud racket)

- Make that 65.

- You look beat.
- Oh... Beat and overwhelmed.

- Hmm... Can I get you anything?

- Yes.

Ian Hanover's number.

- Oh, don't bother.
He never answers his phone.

- How does he get any business?
- You'll just have to go
and see him.

- So you used to go to the inn
as a little kid?

- Every Christmas.
My dad travelled a lot for work.

The holidays were
his busiest time of year,

so he'd send me out here
to spend Christmases

with my aunt Grace.
- What about your mom?

- She wasn't really
in the picture.

- I-I'm so sorry.

- I loved it here.
(Mackenzie chuckles.)

It was the happiest time
of my life,

for a while anyway.

- What changed?

- Well, one year,
I had the strangest dream

that I went
to this magical city.

I was so sure
that it was real.

My dad became convinced
that Aunt Grace

was a bad influence.
Too eccentric.

I guess I did sound
pretty crazy.

- And you never went back?

- No.

- Why not?

- I grew up.

- Hello! Can I help you?

- How pretty that wreath would
look on the doors of the inn.

- The inn?!
- Yes.

- Then, that means
you're Mackenzie.

Ah, your aunt
talked about you often.

Ohhh, I miss her!

Are you still putting on
the big Christmas Eve party?

We all so look forward to it
every year.

- No, I'm afraid not.

Actually, I'm selling the inn.

- Oh, what a shame.

That inn meant a lot
to this town.

Hmm! But, uh...

merry Christmas anyway.

- Merry Christmas
- Merry Christmas.

- Samples!

Samples!
- (Clem): Ooh! Absolutely!

- Do you live around here?
- Uh, just visiting.

- I'll be at the sawmill.
- OK.

- It's a cool hat.
- Yeah!

Yours too. You get up north?

- Yep.
(both chuckling)

- Dazzy!
- Yeah. Real dazzy.

♪♪♪

- Hello!

Hello?
(knocking on door)

Hello?

- Oh! Hiya!
- Hey.

I, uh, I would have
called, but I heard

you don't answer your phone.
- Now, where did you hear that?

Ah, let me guess. Wilson.

(She sighs.)
(cell phone vibrating)

Hmm! Yes, Wilson, she's here.

(Mackenzie chuckling)
Yes. And yes.

He and Betty ought to open
a matchmaking business.

(Mackenzie chuckling)

- This is an amazing workshop!

- It's more of a home office.
We live right next door.

- It's beautiful.
- Thank you.

- I kind of like
restoring old stuff.

You know, taking something
that's forgotten

and giving it a second life.
- Early 1900s.

I could get you
a good price for this.

- Then I couldn't use it.

- But you could use the money
to buy a better one.

- I like that one.
- You really do get

attached to things.
- Thank you.

- Anyway, I'm here because--
- Yeah, you want me to
fix up the inn.

- Wilson?
- No.

I figured you'd spend
the night in the place

and you'd come to your senses
and want to keep it.

- I'm not keeping it, but I
don't want to see it torn down.

- Well, if my brother sells it,
it will be torn down.

- But if we bring it back to
the way it was, whoever
buys it won't want to.

- They will if they have
no attachment to it.

- It so happens that talking
people out of things

is what I'm good at.
- Well, you're also good

at talking people into things.
I'm in.

- You're available?
- Uhhh...

Yeah.

Yep, wide open.

- Great! And your rates?

- I wouldn't mind that stack
of mahogany in the basement.

- And?
- And you could...

throw in
some of Betty's cooking.

Why would-- I was thinking more
along the lines of money.

- No, no, no. I'm good there.

- Oh!

- Look who I found
taking all the free samples.

(Clem chuckling)
- Hi, Mac!

- Oh! Ha ha ha!

- She doesn't really like
being called Mac.

- Actually, it's starting
to grow on me.

- Dad, this is Clementine.
- Nice to meet you.

- Likewise.
- I'm so glad you changed

your mind about the inn.
- Well, let's just say

you put a wrench in my plans.
- Start tomorrow?

- Deal. And bring
your contractor along.

- OK. You in?

- I don't work cheap.
(Clem and Ian laughing)

- I, on the other hand, do.
(girls laughing)

♪♪♪

The rest of them
are on the way.

- The rest of what?
- Clementine said you wanted

20 Christmas trees.
- What?!

Ohhh...

that's a 2
and that's a smiley face.

Sorry.
- That's OK.

They're pretty and they smell
better than plastic.

- Yes, and there is no
such thing as too many
Christmas trees.

- True.
- (Clem): And this place needs

all the Christmas it can get.
- Ready?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- You know,
there are elves here.

- Elves?

Of course! Ha ha ha!

Broken elevator,
grandfather clock

that won't chime. Even
the ice machine doesn't work.

- We'll get to that.
- Oh, did I mention

that the linoleum in
the laundry room is curling up?

- I'll rip it up;
there's hard wood underneath.

- Quicker if you nailed it down.
- It's linoleum, you know,

you can't use a crayon
on the Mona Lisa.

- See? I told you:
he's too attached to this place.

- I remain neutral.
However, you don't see

stucco ceilings
on the Sistine Chapel.

(Betty laughing)
- Well put, Wilson.

- We're gonna need paint
and a lot of it.

- There's paint in the basement.
Let me...

You know, I've done a room
or two in my day.
- Thanks, Wilson.

The kitchen could
use an onceover.

- That is my turf.
- Thank you, Betty.
- Betty.

- Would anyone like to tackle
the game room?

(girls giggling)
- Come on, let's go!

- Alright. I guess
I'll tack down

that linoleum.
- Oh, on second thought, um,

rip it out.

(sigh)

- Something's missing.
(Jenny laughing)

He doesn't have a nose.
- Of course.

- Hey. What are you watching?

- Polarific! It's the number 1
show in Northpole.

- Ohhh! Why, this place
never looked so good. Ha! Ha!

- Well, you know, I wish
I could take all the credit,

but this kid's
in the snow zone.

- I help my dad
out all the time.
- He is very lucky to have you.

(turning TV off)
- But I think he's lonely.

- You know, I grew up
without a mom too.

- What happened to yours?
- She left when I was a baby.

- Why?

- I don't know.

I guess she didn't think
she'd make a very good mother.

But I had my dad and Aunt Grace.

- And now you have us.
(Mackenzie chuckling)

(screaming)

- Ha ha ha!

Well, Aunt Grace
always did like games.

- Me too!
- Me three!

What kind?
- Oh, my favourite
game was the ribbon game.

On Christmas Eve,
Aunt Grace would take a ribbon

and she would string it
all through the hotel.

And I would chase it
to see where the ribbon led.

- And where did it lead?

(Grace laughing)

- Aunt Grace, where does
the ribbon lead?

- If you don't slow down,
you'll miss it.

- You know, I don't remember.
- Can we do it?

- Oh, goodness, I wouldn't even
know where to begin.

And we have a lot of work
ahead of us.

On the other hand,
there's a lot of snow out front

that needs to be moved around.

I'll race you.

(girls laughing)
- Oh, a game!

(Mackenzie laughing)
(door closing)

- I hid all the cracks?

- Yes!

But I think
you're missing something.

(chuckling)

This is a little trick I learned

at the Guild of Colourful.

- Ho! Ho!
I like your style, girl.

(Mackenzie and girls
chatting indistinctly outside)

- (Clem): You brought hats.

Now, that's real original.
- (Mackenzie): There you go. OK!

- (Clem): His head looks good!
- (Jenny): Arms! Arms!

- (Mac): Missed that high five.
- We totally missed it.

OK, keep him nice and warm.
- Very nice.

- Then turn. Let's get a hat.
- Perfect!

I like it!
- Yeah!

- Alright, no snowman is
complete until he has a top hat.

- OK, what do we think?
This one or that one?

That one!
Right there, that one. Yeah.
- I like this one with it.

(Ian and Mac laughing)
- Alright.

We ran out of carrots.
(girls laughing)

♪♪♪

- Ah... Ha!

- There you go!
- (laughing): No, thank you.

- Nice snowman!

I can't see it
helping much though.

Maybe another 50 cents
onto the purchase price?

- We were just...
- Having a little fun.

- Like, I don't mean
to be a scrooge, but, uh...

clock's ticking.

♪♪♪
(Mackenzie sighs.)

- He's right. I don't know
what I was thinking.

This place is never gonna
get finished.

- But... I mean,
we're making so much progress.

- We're building
a snowman.

And unless he does
plumbing and electrical,

we're wasting our time.

- We already have
someone who does all of that.

And more.

(Jenny laughing)

And she won't melt.

(Mackenzie sighs.)
- Clementine,

I appreciate what you and Wilson
are trying to do here,

but there's no room in my life

for Ian or even a snowman
right now.

- Well, you can make room.

- I'm struggling
just to fix up this inn,

let alone myself.

(Clem sighing)

(sighing)

- Northpole?
(radio crackling)

Come in, Northpole!

(elves chattering)
- Santa...

it's Clementine for you.

- Clementine, how goes it?

- [Operation Rekindle's
underway.]

I know I'm just to help
Mackenzie help herself,

but I need more help.

Is there anyone up there
that you can spare?

- Sorry, Clem, we need
all elves on deck up here.

There are those
who live down south.

[They're right
in your neighbourhood.]

(Beep-beep!)
- You know...

I might just know a guy

who knows a guy.

Jimmy!

Hi!
- Oh, hey!

- Are you busy tonight?
- You're asking me out?

- Ha! Not out.

In!

Like the inn.

- Oh, so a working date.

- More work than date.

- I will be there.

- Great!

♪♪♪
(hammering)

(whispers and shushes)

(end of whispers and shushes)

(birds singing)

♪♪♪

(contented sigh)

(indistinct conversation)

(people laughing)
- Good morning!

- Oh!

Hope you don't mind, we came to
say goodbye to the old place.

- And for some
of Betty's biscuits!

- Oh, not at all,

make yourselves at home.
- I can't remember

not spending Christmas here.
- I know what you mean,

my last special memory of
Christmas was in this place too.

- Here, have some coffee.
- Hmm...

thank you. Mm!

Mm! Good, thank you!

- Yeah! Hm!

Sit, join us!

- Oh, I wish I could,
but I'm gonna take these and go.

Say, did you hear
any weird sounds last night?

- Weird sounds?

Nope! Slept
like a log!

Probably racoons.
- Sounded like hammering.

- Racoons with hammers!
It happens.

Here,

some extra for Ian.

- Thank you, Clem.

(Clem chuckling)

- I smell biscuits.
(Mackenzie chuckling)

- Those sconces
weren't on the list.

- Finally got 'em all working.

I think
they complete the room

- They're pretty.

You know, with...

your skills, you could...

earn a lot in the city.

- I tried that, not a good fit.

Besides, I have
everything I need here.

So, what's next?

- Oh, and thank you
for fixing the clock.

- Oh, I didn't
fix the clock.

- It's working.
- Wasn't me!

- Onward.

(grinding)
Oh!

- (gasping):
Snowflake-shaped ice?

- Huh!
- Impressive!

- I appreciate that you think I
have these skills, but no again!

- So, how are you
with elevators?

(Ding!)

- Apparently, pretty good!

Going up!

(music in the elevator)
- ♪ Silent night ♪

- How did you do that?
- I didn't!

- Let's give them
a little more time together.

(little chuckle)

- Oh! Hm!

- How bad is this?

Stuck on an elevator
with a pretty girl.

- (sighing): I can't do this.

- Can't do what?
- Get involved.

I'm leaving
in a few days.

- But you're here
right now.

- The thing is,

I'm on a path and...

this would be
a left turn.

- Maybe it's a "right" turn.

- Trust me, it's easier
if things are just business.

That way, no one
gets hurt when it ends.

- So, you're...

you're worried about the end
before we've even begun?

(The music starts again
with elevator.)

- ♪ All is calm ♪
(Mackenzie sighs.)

♪ All is bright ♪
- You don't understand.

- I'd like to!

- Ugh, it looks
like we miscalculated.

- The last relationship I had

ended because I moved,
and the one before that.

That's what I do:
I move!

- You mean, you run!

- I've built my entire
life around my career.

- Yeah, and your career
is getting rid of people's...

pasts, which, you know,
is OK, I guess!

What about you?

You said the happiest
time of your life was here!

Look, whether
it's me or not me,

you can't live your life
as a moving target.

The moment is now.

Don't miss it!

- (sighing): I'm sorry, I can't!

(wind blowing)
(owl hooting)

- Yes, Santa,
my ice IS totally cracked,

but... don't worry,

I've got a plan.

(wind blowing)

Are you OK?

(Mackenzie sighing)

- I have a lot
of decisions to make.

- You know, I always make my
best decisions while walking.

(owl hooting)

Such a beautiful night!
- Hm...

(bells jingling)

Did you hear that?

(animal snorting)
Sounds like a horse!

- Certainly...
horse-like.

Let's go see!
♪♪♪

(snorting)
- OH!

That's not a horse, that's...

(snorting)

Clem...

what's going on, here?

- You know what's going on.

You've been in this seat before.

Trust me.
(Randy snorting)

(breathy chuckle)

- Oh!

- You ready?

- I think so.

- Come on, Randy!
(chuckle)

♪♪♪

(Clem chuckles.)

- Woah!
(Clem chuckles.)

- Welcome back to
Northpole, MacKenzie!

(Clem chuckling)

(amazed sigh)

(jet-like sound)

(elves singing Jingle Bells )

- So, it wasn't a dream!

- I'd say:
more like a field trip.

- It was real!

- Was... and is!

- I have so many questions.

- Ask away!

I'm all ears.
(Clem giggling)

- You are!
(both laughing)

♪♪♪

(train engine sound)

- This is the Guild
of bounce and spring,

one of the 12 guilds where we
make all the toys for Christmas.

- It's amazing!
- It's home.

- You grew up here?

- Well, we don't really
grow up here.

You see, age is
just a number. Most of us
don't even keep track, really.

- Oh, I like that idea.
- Yeah!

- I guess living
in Northpole has its benefits.

- Ah, so does
working for Santa.

Carlisle's may be
the top auction house,

but Santa is the top toy
distributor on the planet.

Not to mention a legend.

- Do you work
in Santa's PR department?

- No, Santa
doesn't need PR.

It's more like
word of mouth.

- Clem...

why did you
bring me here?

- You see, a long time ago,
you stopped believing.

Don't worry, it happens
to the best of you.

The magic of Christmas can
mean everything to a kid.

But time passes and...

they start to forget.

Then suddenly,
it just becomes another day.

It's places like
your aunt's hotel that...

keep Christmas alive!

It's more than just an inn.

People count on it
to be there year after year.

It's a place with memories
and tradition and... magic.

But that magic
has gone out.

Your aunt...
kept it alive.

And she chose you

to bring it
back to life.

- Me? But... I don't
know anything about magic!

- The snow's magic.

(twinkling sounds)

Hmm!

(bouncing and springing
sound effects)

(Clem chuckling)

Give it a try!

(twirling sound effect)

(gasp)

- Oh...

Clem, this...

this wasn't me;
it's this place, it's the snow!

- You know, when your aunt
first started at the inn...

(bell ringing)
...she was just like you:

hesitant, a little
out of her comfort zone...

but she learned
along the way.

Trust me,

I have a very
reliable source.

- Santa!
- (laughing): Mackenzie,

good to see you again.
- You remember me?

- My dear, I watched over
your entire childhood.

And...

I've been holding on
to this for you.

- "Dear Mac,

"don't ever stop believing
because I believe in you.

Love, Aunt Grace."

- Each innkeeper
must find

the magic in their own way.

Grace did...

you can do it too.

- You can...
do this, Mackenzie.

- I can do this!
- (chuckling): That's great.

This is more important
than you know.

Back to work! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!

- So many toys, so little time!

What are you thinking?
- Well, I'm thinking I should

call my boss and tell her
there's been a change in plans.

(chuckles)

(Ian and Clem
talking indistinctly)

- (Ian): Smells good. Delicious.
- (Clem): It does.

- Good morning, all!
- Good morning!

- That looks
suspiciously like

a Christmas sweater.
- Made by the best!

- Thank you, my dear,
and it's a perfect fit!

(Mackenzie chuckling)
- And did you hit

your head or something?
- Something!

Look, I know
I might have seemed a
bit stressed the past few days,

- No! No, no, no.
- Really?

- But we're done with that...
because I'm keeping the inn.

- (Betty): Oh my!
- (Clem): Oh, my God!

- We're gonna restore it back
to what it was and we're gonna

throw a grand reopening party
on Christmas Eve.

- I like where you're
going with this.

- Me too!
- Well, it's only a few days

until Christmas, so we'll have
to get started right away.

Or right after we
demolish these pancakes!

(Clem chuckling)
- I like that better!

- Careful, you might
lose a finger.
- Perfect treat, Betty!

- That's pretty.
- This is fun!

- More ornaments. Aunt Grace
may have been a hoarder.

- (laughing): Well, you can
never have too many ornaments.

- Jenny, speaking of ornaments,

I wanna show you something.

This was my aunt Grace's
favourite ornament.

It used to spin.

(both gasping)
Oh boy, that
brings back memories.

The last time I did this,
I was your age!

- What happened to all
of the Christmases since then?

- I guess I lost
my way a little.

- Cocoa, it always
makes me happy.

- Thank you, Jenny.

(Beep!)
- Department of good deeds?

We've got another kind act.

- ♪♪ It's the sleigh bells
ringing ♪

- Wow! Somebody's sure
racking up the good deeds!

- ♪ It's three kings ♪

♪ Everybody's ♪

♪ Feeling happy ♪

- Ah, looks good.
(Clem chuckling)

- ♪ It's Santa's jolly ho ho ♪
- Thanks!

- That should hold it.
- Perfect!

- ♪ When the streets are
filling up with snow ♪

- (Ian): Thanks.
- You guys want cookies?

- ♪ This is Christmas ♪

♪ Tonight ♪
- Looking great, Jenny!

- ♪ Oh oh oh oh oh ♪
- (Mackenzie): There you go.

Good job.
(Clem yelps.)

- (chuckling): It's on!
- (Ian): Uh-oh!

- ♪ This is Christmas ♪

(chuckling)

- I'm eating snow!
- ♪ Dad is holding Ma ♪

♪ Under the mistletoe ♪
- Mackenzie, is she an elf?

- ♪ As they sing
another verse ♪

- You didn't hear it
from me. Shh!

- ♪ Oh, the weather outside
is frightful ♪

♪ Sarah's stringing popcorn
for the tree ♪

- Step up so I can get ya!
- AH!

- Everybody, one!
- Oh, my God! Ha ha ha!
- ♪ Grabs a candy cane for me ♪♪

- Do you think
we have enough decorations?

- Haha! You have
enough presents.

(She laughs.)

- OK, just two more left.

I think I'll put
one right here.

- Haven't missed one
of those for over 50 years!

- Well, we hope to see you
this Christmas Eve too!

Hm!

(She sighs.)

Aunt Grace, she sure did
touch a lot of lives.

- Including mine.

The inn's a big
part of this town.

And everyone in it.
- Ha! No pressure there!

- Oh, we can handle it.

- I don't know
if it's the holidays

and the Christmas spirit, but...

this town and
the people in it...

are very special.

- Guys! Are the rumours true?

- Rumours? What rumours?

- The Northern Lights'
Christmas Party is back on?

- Yes, Suzy, it's back on!
- Great!

I'll spread the news.

Oh! By the way,

you guys make a great couple.

- The down side
of a small town:

nosy neighbours.
We should get back.

Betty, that was delicious.
Thank you. Delicious meal.

- You guys should spend
the night, no reason to go out

in that snow.
- How does a sleepover sound?

- Sleepover!
- (laughing): Yeah!

- And we sure have enough
rooms, don't we, Wilson?

- That, we have!
(Clem snickering)

(gasp of delight)

(exhaling and laughing)

- Hm!

- "Happy Christmas to all

and to all, a good night."

- Mac, you're not like your mom.

You'd make a very good mother.
- Thank you, Jenny.

Get some sleep.

Good night.
- Good night.

- Like I said, she's relentless,

but hardly ever wrong.

(sighing): Good night.

- Good night.

(cell phone ringing)

(little sigh)

Taylor, merry Christmas!

- Where are you?
You don't sound like yourself.

- About that; I have some news.
- I have bigger news;

[you've been tapped to run
the London office.]

- What?
- [The crown jewel of Carlisle.]

[You've been working for
this your whole life,
and now, it's here.]

Of course, you'd have
to leave everything behind,
but that's what you're good at.

- Taylor, that's
an amazing offer,

but I... I... I can't!
- [Very funny!]

I'm gonna need you on a plane
to London by Christmas.
OK, I gotta go,

[another horrendous
holiday party awaits.]

- Wh... wai...

(exhaling)

(knocking on door)
Come in!

- (softly): Hi!

I made you an extra one.
- Aww, thanks, Clem.

- Yeah.

Is something wrong?

- I just got offered a job

I've been working
my whole life for.

- But...

...I thought you already
took the job of a lifetime.

You know,
the guy in the suit!

- This is someone else
in a suit.

The thing is,
I can decorate trees

and clean shelves,
but that doesn't make magic.

What if I can't
figure out what does?

I've been letting down
so many people:

the town, Aunt Grace,
Betty and Wilson.

I've been letting down Santa.

- But you won't
let them down.

- I hope you're right.

- Good night.
- Good night.

(sigh)

♪♪♪

Good morning!

- I know what THAT is.

- No, you don't.
- Yeah, yeah!

Yeah, it's a new wood chisel.

(silent gasp)
Haha! Thanks!

- Did you see me buy it?

- Maybe!

(chuckle)

- You fixed the lights!

- And the music!

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

- Oh no.

- We must have
tripped a breaker.

Don't go anywhere.

- I won't.

Pff...
(cell phone ringing)

- Taylor, I've already
given you my answer.

- Which I don't accept!
This is nothing more

than holiday syndrome;
old memories, new presents.

Talk to me when you're
surrounded by torn wrapping
paper and fruitcake crumbs.

(metal creaking)

(soft sizzling)

(sigh)

- Fine, I'll write it down.
Hold on.

OK, flight 17.

Yes, gate 43. Got it.

OK, thanks.

(exhaling)

- It's worse than I thought.

The whole panel's shot.

- How long will it
take to fix?

- At least a week.
"If" I can get the parts.

- So, we've got
a grand reopening

in three days and...
we don't have any electricity.

- Are you going somewhere?

- No, it's just, uh...
It's a job offer in London.

- You're leaving on Christmas.

- That's when the flight leaves.
- With you on it.

- No.

- "Pick up and move."
You warned me.

- No...
(cell phone ringing)

Ha! My brother.

Perfect timing.

Tell him you're ready to sell.

(cell phone still ringing)

I'll be back tomorrow
to pull out that panel.

(sighing)

- Harris.

What? No. Uh...

No, you're not... you're not
interrupting anything.

- (radio): And live
from Northpole, this just in:

Tomorrow night,
Santa starts loading his sleigh.

Just 2 days to go
until the big day!

Meanwhile, come get
in the spirit at the Deer's Ears

for Snow Cone Sunday!
That's right,

that's this Sunday
at the Deer's Ears.

We're expecting a
lot of people to come out,
so be sure to show up early.

(dog barking in the distance)

- Mackenzie?

- I don't know what
made me think I could do this.

I messed
things up with Ian.

And now, the Northern
Lights Mountain Inn

doesn't even have lights!

(owl hooting)

Let's face it, whatever
magic my aunt had, I don't.

- You know, you may not
realize it...

but you're really
good at this.

And you can't
give up now.

- Maybe the next owner
will get it right.

- The next owner?

- According to Harris, he's
agreed to keep the place open

and keep Betty
and Wilson on.

What more could we ask for?

- You.

- I'm sorry, Clem.

Please put the word out

that the grand reopening is off.

- Well...

as you can see, it's a...

it's a very fair offer.

- Ian.

- Sorry to interrupt
your big sale.

- No, you're not.
- I'm just getting the panel,
I'll be out of your hair.

- (sighing): Excuse me.

I'm sorry how
we left things.

- Me too.

Two different
worlds, I guess.

- Not so different.

- Small-town guy

with an old truck
and a big-city exec...

Good luck, Mackenzie.

- Second thoughts?
(She sighs.)

I guess I've...
grown attached!

- It'll pass.

(big sigh)

(birds singing)
♪♪♪

- I can't believe I failed.

I was supposed to...

help her find her way.

- Missions are funny.

They don't always
work out the way you think.

- But this one
was so important.

- I had a special
mission once.

I was a little older
than you are when Santa told me

about a new hotel owner
that needed some help.

- Grace?
- Mm-hm.

After a while, you don't
know if the mission's over
or if it's still going on.

It just kind of
gets mixed up with life.

So, you see, Clementine,
sometimes the mission's

only over when
you say it's over.

- Wilson...

I'm going polar.

- That's my girl!

♪♪♪

- How goes it down south?

- Unless I figure out
something soon,

you may have to rewrite
your entire flight plan.

How can you get someone
to see what they can't?

- You have to give
them the opportunity to
think it through for themselves.

- And if they
don't come around?

- Then you be their
light in the darkness.

- Snow MG!

I can help light the way?
- As bright as you want!

(both chuckling)
- Thanks, Santa.

(Santa laughing)

♪♪♪

- Clementine,
what brings you here?

- I need to help
someone see the light.

- Of course, my dear.
We have just the thing.

I knew you would!
And by the way,

do you have any ribbon?

(big sigh)

- We're sorry
to see you go.

- I'm gonna miss
all of you very much.

- Your favourite:
gingerbread cookies.

- Thank you, Betty.

- You might use these in London.
They were your aunt's skates.

- How thoughtful, Wilson!

(Mackenzie laughing)

- This is a gift
for your next Christmas tree.

- Oh, I love it,
Jenny, thank you.

- So you don't
forget this place.

- It's beautiful.

But I can never forget
about this place

or any of you.

- (with a big sigh): Mackenzie,

all this time, you've compared
yourself to your aunt

when really, you shouldn't

because no two snowflakes
are ever alike.

- Thanks, Clem.

- This is just a little
something I picked up.

Canada adjacent.

It's not worth much, but...

- Actually, Clem...

it's priceless.

How would you like
to play a game?

Oh, Jeez! Slow down!

- I can't! I wanna see
where the ribbon leads!

- Oh my goodness!
You're too fast!

(Jenny giggles.)

♪♪♪
- Come, Mackenzie!

- Oh! Good choice!

(laughing)

Oh, slow down, little one!

(Mackenzie chuckling)

OK. Oh, wait, wait! Stop.

What do you see?

- Nothing, just snowflakes.
- Exactly.

As you're running down
the path of life,

don't forget to stop
and look at the snowflakes,

because they're not
all the same.

Can you find
the one that's different?

(magical chiming)
Yeah!

- Wow!
(chuckle)

- (quietly): Look!

(louder): Do you wanna go?
- Uh, yah!

(chuckle)

WOO!
- WOO!

- WOO!

- This is awesome!
(giggling)

(screaming)

This is so much fun!

(screaming)

(laughter)

Right back to where we started!
- Exactly.

Happiness isn't a destination;
it's the journey along the way.

You guys knew all
along what Aunt Grace was
trying to teach me, didn't you?

- With a little help
from Northpole.

- But that would
make you a...

Wilson!

(Clem giggling)

You too?
- Nope!

Just an elf wannabe.

(laughs)
- What'd I miss?

- Just me...

discovering what's been
in front of me the whole time.

- And what is that?

- Everything.

(girls giggling)

- Wow!

You should say
goodbye more often.

- Oh, this isn't goodbye,
it's hello.

- I thought you were leaving?

- Harris, I can't
sell this place.

- You signed a contract.

- Contracts can be broken.

- Mackenzie,
this deal's done.

My buyer's taking
possession tomorrow night.

- Tomorrow night,
but that's Christmas Eve!
- That's when he's flying in!

And, you know, he's anxious
to get his hands on the place.

- I'll have to change his mind.
- Good luck with that.

I mean, I haven't met him
in person, but I can tell you

from our phone
conversations...

he's very determined.

- If there's one thing I'm
good at, it's talking people

out of things.
- Or into them.

Now, can we please get ready
for the party tomorrow night?

- But... I thought
you cancelled it?

- You may have
had your doubts...

but I always
had faith in you.

- So, we're throwing a party

without any lights,
power or food,

and I may not even be the owner!

- Exactly!
(Clem chuckling)

- Oh, I like
your attitude, Clementine!

When this inn was built,

there was no electricity,

no... heater,

no... refrigerator,
no... elevator.

- So, not that
different from now!

(chuckles)

- And yet,
people still came.

- Right.
- And even though

we don't have
a single guest--

- Uh...
- ...a single "paying" guest,

The Northern Lights is

overbooked with two things
that matter most:

friendship and love.

So I say, forget
about the list,

forget about
the new owner,

we have a party to throw
and the only must do is fun.

(laughing and cheering)

- I haven't seen this place
so alive in years!

- Oh well, we could always
use another hand, I have

a tool belt with your name on it
in the truck, literally!

- You wore a tool belt?
- Yeah, we used to work together

before you got
that real estate license.

- Who do you think
taught him how to drywall?

(jazzy Christmas music)
- (together): One, two,

three!
- Yay!

Oh, where'd you go?
(both chuckling)

(dishes clinking)

- It's been a while
since I've been up north.

- Oh!

Really? Well, um...
you should come and visit!

- Maybe I will!

- Oh!

- Taylor, thanks
for calling me back.

Look, I'm sorry, but...

I'm not coming to London.

In fact, I'm not coming
back to Carlisle's at all.

- How much eggnog have you had?
- The thing is,

instead of being the new you,
I'd rather be the new me.

- I hope you know
what you're giving up.

- Oh, but I'm getting
so much more.

- I think Aunt Grace
would be proud.

- I think so too.

Are those Christmas lights?

- Headlights.

- Looks like
we have guests! Haha!

♪♪♪

(hushed): Wow!

I don't think
we have enough candles.

- Don't worry, I've got
something even better.

But I'm going to need
your help, Jenny.

- Me?

- Yes!
(giggling)

Come with me.

OK, take a handful

and throw it
as high as you can.

♪♪♪
Mm-hmm.

- Where'd you get this stuff?

- I'll show you one day. Haha!

- ♪ We wish you
a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

- Mr. Elfman!
- My dear,

you've done wonders
with this place!

- Mr. "Elf"-man!

(giggles)

- Mackenzie? It's him.

He's about to touch down
and he doesn't sound pleased.

(indistinct conversations)

- Thank you.

This is Mackenzie Warren.

- [So, what's all this about
having a change of heart?]

- You're right,
it's highly unprofessional,

and I know that
we had an agreement.

- ["Have" an agreement!]

- Please, it's just,
sometimes...

it takes a little...

time to see some things clearly.

Like to discover new friends
you never expected to find,

and how amazing it is
to be part of a family.

And to finally meet someone

who makes you laugh

and remember
what's truly important.

I don't know why
it's taken me so long,

but I've finally figured out
where I belong and...

it's right here.

- [So you're saying
your mind's made up?]

(She sighs.)
- That's right.

- [Well, that's all
I wanted to hear.]

(jingling bells)

- Santa?!

(Santa cackling)
You're the buyer?!

- Location, location,

location!
- I don't understand!

- Well, you had to make
a true commitment.

And you did!

Not only did you
save the inn,

but you saved Christmas. And
what I couldn't tell you was,

the magic you restored here

is gonna power
my sleigh tonight.

As it does in outposts
all around the world.

So, as the new innkeeper

of the Northern Lights
Mountain Inn...

...you have
my deepest gratitude.

- Thank you, Santa.

And... let's go with Mac.

(all laughing)
- Yes!

Well done, Clementine.

You are a rising star.

- A rising star?!

I love the sound
of that, Santa!

(Santa chuckling)

- Well, I've got a big trip
tonight and, thanks to you,

it'll be a journey
that I can make just fine.

Now, look behind you.

As the magic is restored,

the hotel is too.

(wonderful music)

Hello, Jenny!

- Santa!
- Ho ho ho!

You never know where the next
innkeeper's coming from.

I've heard that she's done
some very good deeds.

Merry Christmas, Jenny! Ha ha!
- Merry Christmas!

- Bye!
(Clem giggling)

(little sighs)

I knew you could
do it, Mac.

- Thank you, Clem.

- Hm! Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

- Come on, Jenny!
We've got a party to go to!

(bells jingling)
- HO! HO! HO! HO!

MERRY CHRISTMAS! HO! HO! HO! HO!

(buzzing)

(buzzing with chimes)

- What's going on out here?

- If I told you, you'd probably
think I was crazy.

- Maybe I like crazy.

- Maybe I do too.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

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