All language subtitles for Confessions.Of.A.Christmas.Letter.2024

Come on, Sam, I was just trying

to finally make the Wall of Fame.

But here, I'll read you a little bit so you understand.

It is indeed a spirit stuffed Christmas

for the happiest clams Rose clan.

We twinkle with holiday delights.

And our luminous daughter Lily is on deck

to joyfully allay any of your employment urgencies.

She's unemployed again.

Yeah.

Settie, please, will you just spare me the ending?

I am painfully familiar with your masterpieces.

Oh.

Another Rose Christmas letter disaster.

Honestly, I don't know

why she puts herself through this every year.

Oh!

Do you know why my cousin Sue has been selected

for the Wall of Fame every single year?

Nepotism.

Prose.

Settie, you need to put the P in the Rose,

and then you'll get--

prose.

Yes. Because trust me, no amount of dressing

is going to salvage the word salad

you just forced me to digest.

Okay, look, Sam, just grant me a Christmas miracle

and give me my box of letters back.

Absolutely not.

No. Once the elves have received the letters,

they must be delivered.

It's not even real mail.

Just grab it, grab it, grab it.

But I will do this.

Your submission for the Wall of Fame.

I'll return that

because I can't possibly endure it a second time.

Merry Christmas.

Next.

Sam, we need to see

your special Christmas shipping boxes.

-Oh, my Christmas boxes! -Yeah.

Yes, they just came in right over here.

We've got to hurry.

Everybody's been waiting. Sorry, everybody.

I'll be with you soon.

Yes, yes, yes.

We've got a bunch of sizes.

Nice.

Oh. We also-- We've got those.

-Yeah. -On the wall.

But I think these are far superior.

What are you looking to send?

Um... Well, I have a lot of gifts to send.

-Great display. -It's a Christmas tree!

Got it!

Was anyone following us?

I hope not.

Go. Go. go, go! Come on.

I'll explain later, Paddy!

Oh, this can't be good.

You did the right thing getting those letters back.

It was even worse than last year's Grinch theme.

Did we just aid and abet her?

How can I possibly get in trouble

for taking something back that was already mine? Anna,

-Mmm. -I don't know.

But if I were you, I'd burn the evidence

before Sue Taylor gets wind of this.

Did you lock the door?

No.

Sue always barges in.

Isn't it suspicious that she's made the Wall of Fame

for 18 years straight?

Not really.

Well, her travels are adventurous.

Her daughter is a genius

and her letters are beautifully written.

I think next year will be my year

because Lily is going to Italy.

She got accepted into this prestigious acting workshop

and Jack and Bradley are getting married,

so I'm going to finally have some decent material.

-Yeah. -I love that for you.

I love it for me too.

Yeah.

Mom, dad, you don't need to put every ornament we own

on the tree.

-Okay. Love you. -Okay.

Oh.

-No, no.

What do you think?

I think this year we're going to get

one Christmas thing right

and that's the words to that song.

Vernon.

The Christmas cookies.

Hi, mom.

Hi.

You're late.

I need you to take off this vest,

because the last thing I need is for Sue to find out

that my son was sentenced

to shoveling snow by his neighborhood.

I can't believe the two of you took a month long honeymoon

and didn't think about maintaining your yard.

It was a simple miscommunication

with our lawn service.

Which is why I refuse to pay the fine

and agreed to community service.

-Okay. -Hi, Grandma.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Paddy.

You have to take the lawn ornaments out.

Sue thinks they're tacky,

and I don't want her to report us to the committee.

Especially because this year,

we're finally going to make the Wall of Fame.

You know, I thought after last year's incident,

you decided to call it quits.

Well, whatever you do,

just remember to leave me out of it, okay?

For another year?

Or forever.

Or at least until you let me write my part for accuracy.

Mm. But I'm so excited to share about your wedding.

It was so beautiful.

And one of the happiest days of my life.

And it's the 20th anniversary of the Wall of Fame.

Oh.

Bradley, help me convince him.

Can I not?

Incoming!

You didn't lock the door.

Knock, knock.

Oh.

Sue.

Hi. Hank.

Oh, I see Lily didn't make it back yesterday as planned.

Did she meet a paramour or just miss her flight again?

Oh, Victoria wanted to get some tips for her trip to Italy.

Is she still traveling with duffel bags?

You know, those are a haven for bedbugs.

I hope we don't end up with Christmas critters.

Too late for that.

Inner voice, dear.

It's a good thing I brought Christmas cookies.

It looks and smells like

a Christmas shop exploded in here.

What are you wearing?

Uh, a reflector vest.

Because he's volunteering as a crossing guard.

Oh.

Well, this has been lovely. We have a lot to do.

Oh, you most certainly do.

At least the outside is finally looking decent.

Okay. See you tonight.

5:00 p.m. sharp Christmas Bingo.

Enjoy the cookies.

Poor Hank.

You can do this. Let's go.

We are gonna write a Christmas letter.

I got it, I got it.

First, we're gonna have a cup of tea.

We are typing words and things.

Paddy, can I get a snack?

A very Merry Christmas to our friends and family.

We rang in this year by turning our dream

of early retirement into a reality.

This is the moment.

Okay. All right.

Here we go.

Are you ready? Are you ready?

We got this.

Happy Holidays.

Shèngàn jié kuàilè. Frohe Weihnachten.

What a year it's been.

I traveled to both China and Germany before diving

into the world of pivot and online dating.

Uh, why don't you have words on you.

In a one-horse open sleigh. But much better.

Uh, why don't you let me take a crack at the letter this year?

No, no, no, I can I can be your little ghostwriter.

I think we're going to need an expert

to convince Holly Hills we belong on that wall.

I just can't seem to get it right.

I feel like I failed as the matriarch of this family.

That is ridiculous.

You know, the more I try, the worse it gets.

What I need is him.

The author of this book, Juan Sánchez.

That's even more ridiculous.

No. It's perfect.

It's time to put the P in Rose.

I need prose that can make standing at the edge

of a toxic waste dump sound eloquent and enchanting.

I mean, surely he could do something with our family.

I wouldn't count on it.

Why him?

Well, his writing is exquisite.

For once, my book club selection

is better than Sue's.

I didn't realize book club was a competition.

Are you kidding me? Sue always has to come first.

That has been her claim to fame ever since they moved in.

Did you know that she even induced labor

so her Victoria would be born before my Lily?

All right, well, we better induce our departure soonish

if we're going to get to the party by 5:00 sharp.

Okay.

Partridge.

Oh.

Hey. What's happening with Lily?

Did you ever find out why she missed her flight?

No. But I hope she's fallen in love

and convinced him to spend Christmas with us.

Oh, if anyone could do that in one month's time,

it's Lily.

True. Her life is like a collection of romance novels.

More like short stories, but without the happy ending.

Mrs. Claus.

Speaking of books, I absolutely love Alma Cane.

Great pick.

Thank you.

Wait, you already finished it?

-Yes. -Of course she did.

She's retired, and it gives her an excuse

to not talk to her husband.

Adam and I have many stimulating conversations.

And don't forget, Settie,

it's your turn to host the meeting this month.

-Right. -Sugarplum.

-Oh, bingo. -Bingo.

You know, my rules Settie, the first to call it wins.

Sue always wins.

I had it.

I know.

The forecast, cloudy skies with flurries today.

You know what I like best about this author, Paddy.

-Paddy? -Mmhmm.

It's the way he makes flawed people shine

with the stroke of a pen.

Paddy!

Oh, yeah. Shiny pen strokes.

I am telling you,

Juan Sánchez is the key

to bringing us out of Sue's shadow.

We could even be an inspiration to him.

-Maybe. -Yeah.

Here's the thing. I think he would really get us.

-Mmhmm. -I do.

Okay.

Abuelo, baja la música!

Tío Carlos, por favor.

Okay, okay.

Mira! Esa la mejor.

Oi, te dijo que no pusieras ninguna fotografía.

La gente tiene que recordar que él aun existe.

Look, a new message.

Good day, Mr. Sánchez.

I'm a huge fan,

and I have a seasonal job opportunity for you.

It would include coming to my Connecticut home

for two festive weeks, give or take.

Please let me know at your earliest convenience.

Should we call her?

Misery.

Exacto!

Esto va a terminar con su miseria.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

It's the name of that movie about an American woman--

You and your movies.

This is a job.

An opportunity for him to get inspired and write something.

Tampoco, tampoco. 'Kay. Eso como que, vamos...

Gabriela...

Ah!!!!!

Call her.

Paddy!

You will not believe what happened!

I heard back from Juan's people.

What?

The author.

The one you told me to hire to be my ghostwriter.

What? I never said any such thing.

Hmm.

Hm.

Okay, So when does he arrive?

Well, they didn't say for sure if he's coming,

but I think I should clean

the guest room just in case. Right?

Oh, and I'll use our rainy day fund to pay for him.

Okay. I'm excited!

I knew I should have used watercolors.

La cosa es que plantear en alguna manera que no sea drástica.

Juan, we found a writing job for you on Hot Gram.

Okay.

That's a no.

It's only two weeks, and it will bring some extra cash.

And a change of scenery will help with your writer's block.

The voices are not coming to you.

I'm working through it.

How?

Because your agent is calling every day,

going, can I get something... anything?

The second book is always the hardest.

Juan, they're going to ask for that advance back.

Which we already spent.

What's the job?

It's some kind of family Christmas story

about redemption.

Remember those stories

you used to write for your grandma every year?

She always looked forward to them.

They were about a little crab that somehow always managed

to get entangled in Santa Claus' fishing net

while he was flying over Puerto Rico,

delivering presents and scooping up fish

to make bacalaitos.

Las aventuras y desventuras de Chacho, el cangrejo de Navidad.

Chacho. Yes.

She loved those stories.

And she looked forward to them every Christmas.

You know...

maybe this is her... from heaven.

Casting your net

for you to grab on to it and be swept away, Juanito.

La extraño mucho.

Yeah. Me too.

Maybe I could use a change of scenery.

So where is Chacho going this Christmas, hm?

Connecticut.

And when does he get swept away?

-Mañana. -Mañana.

Mañana?

First and last time I do a shared ride.

How much longer do you think--

Can you hold this, please?

Great.

I'm Lily.

I'm tired.

Oh. Here. I only had one sip. This should do the trick.

It's a quad.

You're vacation or business?

-Business. -Huh.

And you?

I live here. I'm just returning from Italy.

I surprised my family by arriving a few days late.

Shouldn't it be the other way around?

All hands are on deck, skipper.

All right, let's go.

-Hurry, hurry, hurry! Quick! -Here we go.

We gotta hang up the side.

All right. Ready? Let's have a look.

Oh.

Tangle-free guaranteed.

Congratulations, Lily.

So, what are we congratulating her for?

It's supposed to say welcome home, Lily.

Oh, well. That's disappointing.

Uh. Ride share. Be there soon.

All right, all hands on deck. Let's go. Let's go. Okay.

I'll get started with the food.

Uh, no.

-I'll, uh. -Okay.

I'll help Paddy.

Get a marker.

Where's the duct tape?

Nice to meet you, Tired. Happy holidays.

You can actually call me Chacho.

It's nice to meet you too, Lily.

Oh, um wait. It's... You forgot.

I don't know what you got gotten yourself into, Juan.

But this is your final destination too.

Here.

Oh, my girl, my girl. I miss you.

Oh, my gosh!

Look at you. You look so beautiful.

How was it?

Oh, it was... good.

-An Italian boyfriend. -What?

Is this the surprise?

Um... arrivederci. Um, buongiorno.

Oh, my goodness. Thank you.

It's so nice of you. They're beautiful.

What's your name?

Whose name?

Oh, Lily's Italian boyfriend.

I'm not Italian.

And he's not my boyfriend.

-His name is Chacho. -Juan Rebolledo Sánchez.

You gave me a fake name?

It's fictional, actually.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, you really here? I can't believe it.

Oh my goodness.

Do you know him?

I can't believe you came. Of course I know him.

This is Juan, I hired him.

This is so beautiful.

I think I'm going to cry.

Finally. It's a Christmas miracle.

Hi. And I love a good surprise, Juan.

But if we had known you were coming today,

we would have planned a better welcome party.

Wait, they didn't tell you?

Settie, what exactly is going on?

Incoming!

-Oh, God.

-Knock, knock. -Oh, God.

Paddy, I couldn't help but notice on my morning walk

that you placed this outside

and obviously it wasn't approved by the committee.

Nope. An unapproved lawn ornament.

Who are you?

Uh, this is Juan.

Where'd he come from?

The airport.

Is he Italian?

Nope. Not Italian.

We invited him here for the holidays.

Right, Juan?

I was invited, and it is the holidays. Yes.

Congratulations, Lily.

Oh, unbelievable.

Last year, Lily was chasing one out the door.

Now she's dragging one in.

Don't tell me love at first sight again.

At least I still have the same dress I wore

to her last engagement party.

I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into.

You know what, Sue? Juan proposed to Lily.

Another Christmas miracle.

They met traveling, and Lily wanted to surprise us.

You know me always full of surprises, right Juan?

Mhm.

From day one.

Mm. Too bad you quit writing Christmas letters, Settie.

This could have been your year.

Actually, Sue, I'm going to try it again.

You know, for the 20th anniversary and all.

Oh. Well, the Roses need some redemption

after last year's debacle.

Well, this has been lovely.

We're anticipating making another appearance

on the Wall of Fame

thanks to Victoria's Triple P's promotion, Paris

and can anyone guess the third?

Prison?

Pregnancy.

I told you I'd be the first to have a grandchild.

-Ciao. -Ciao.

Ciao.

What just happened?

Welcome to Holly Hills.

The fiancee's from Italy?

First of all, the fiancé thing,

Sue came up with that on her own.

I just simply got caught up in the moment

with the flowers and the banner and the whatnots.

Okay. Backing up. Who is he?

And what exactly is he doing here?

He is the author of Alma Cane and I took your dad's advice

and hired him to write our Christmas letter this year.

He's going to make us shine.

In my defense, I offered my own services

and was rejected in favor of Juan.

So I traveled all this way to write a Christmas card.

Letter.

It's been a Holly Hills tradition for 20 years.

Oh, the desperation to get on that wall is palpable.

It would be like winning the Nobel Prize

for literature around here.

I think there's been a misunderstanding.

Sadly, Juan there hasn't.

Okay. Writing a Christmas letter

is an overlooked art form,

and you're just going to be so good at it.

Our guest room is upstairs on the right,

and there's extra blankets at the foot of the bed and--

Yeah, go, go.

Um, what was my surprise?

Oh, fancy truffle face cream.

Oh.

Probably more exciting before I got engaged.

-Oh, no, it's still exciting. -That's okay.

I love face creams.

Merry morning, Juan.

I hope you slept well.

I left you a Christmas onesie.

Put it on and come down for breakfast.

I'll be right down.

Can't wait.

Onesie?

All right, let's make him feel welcome.

No inappropriate comments, please, mother.

And also, don't talk about Jack.

Why not?

You heard him.

He said, and I quote, I don't ever want to be

in another Christmas letter for as long as I live.

Oh.

Well, you can't blame him for not wanting you

to fictionalize his life.

What?

He's so funny.

-Oh. -I'm sorry.

No. I'm sorry.

At least you make it look cute.

My thoughts exactly.

About you I mean, not me.

It could be worse.

Oh, it will be.

Here they are.

-Oh, good morning-- -Good morning.

--sleepyheads, hi.

All right, Juan, you sit right here.

Okay.

And this is just a little eggnog Christmas blend.

Okay. Okay.

Every morning, to help Juan with his work,

we're going to gather here for a little Christmas inspiration

and go over the basics of Christmas letter writing.

I'm really here to write a Christmas card.

A letter, Juan.

Letter.

Okay. We're also going to go over

upcoming Holly Hills happenings.

Oh, I got it, honey. I got it.

Good.

Okay.

First item of business.

Drum roll.

Ta da!

Quote of the day.

The snuggliest of holiday snuggles

starts with seasonal onesies. Settie Rose.

Oh, we have a question, Juan.

Um. I can barely breathe in this, much less snuggle.

Yes, well, it belonged to my ex-fiancée,

who was a runt.

And a rat.

And who dumped Lily right before the holidays last year.

You should have just given him Jack.

Jackie... our cousin who visited last year.

Don't have it. Moving on.

All right, Juan, you have an interview schedule.

It starts on the 12th.

If you're going to write this letter,

you got to get to know everyone.

And I've got some Wall of Fame

letters for you for your research.

Lastly. All right, buddy, pay attention.

This is for you. Okay.

Pay attention.

All right. Reminder of the day

when writing your Christmas letters,

don't be so cheerful as to come off garish.

Burning!

My buns!

Oh, it's fine.

Is this normal?

Any questions?

Okay. Further planning for Lily and Juan.

I signed you up to help decorate the clubhouse

later this week.

Teamwork makes the dream work.

Oh, gosh. All right.

And you two, you got to bond quickly.

Got to be birds of a feather.

Cheerful couple. Right?

Especially when Sue's around.

Mhm.

Like two peas in a pod.

Oh, and, Juan, you are lucky

because Lily took an acting workshop in Italy.

Mmhmm.

These are my famous cinnamon buns.

Yay, yay, yay.

-A secret family recipe.

Oh! Oh!

Dig in.

Oh, here, let me get that anyway.

Yeah, yeah. Dig in.

Uh.

Okay. Yeah.

Look at these beautiful flowers

for the new couple... from Sue.

Form Sue.

All right.

Does anyone else want more Christmas blend? Huh?

Thank you, Sue.

Ho ho ho!

Where is he going?

Maybe we're coming on a little too strong.

The fiancé ruse.

Bad Christmas coffee.

The ex-fiancée's onesie.

Mm.

Well, it's clearly not a onesie.

-Juan.

Hey. Please don't go.

Look, I know I agreed to this,

but I don't want to be part of this game that you're playing.

Well, it's not a game.

-I write novels. -Yeah.

I'm a novelist who--

Who could use this experience

to help him with his writer's block.

Writer's block?

I had a very nice talk about you with your Abuelo.

He's such a sweet man.

And, you know, he just wants to see you happy again.

You don't know the first thing about me.

My writing, how stories are written.

And how do you plan on explaining

why there is no wedding at the end of all of this?

Lily's reputation for catch and release romances.

She just loves love.

And what about your reputation if they find out?

My reputation?

Trust me, Juan, it could only improve it at this point.

Especially when it comes to the Christmas letter.

Also, I just want to apologize that my lack of planning

made things snowball a bit.

It's more like an avalanche.

Listen up.

If we lose Juan, we need a Plan B.

This has to be her year.

I'm still trying to wrap my brain around

how Juan became Plan A.

As if you've never acted on a harebrained idea.

Lily's right.

Ever since we moved here,

Settie's been trying to get us on that Wall of Fame.

And what have we done to help?

We've told her to stop caring,

but she cares because she thinks we're worth it.

And she has never given up on us.

And we are never giving up on her.

Plan B on three.

One. Two. Three. Plan B?

Wait, do we have a Plan B?

Still Juan.

Settie, I came here because I can't write.

And I hired you because I know you can.

Look, year after year,

I have tried to bring the deep beauty

and the potential of my family

to the surface for everyone to see.

That's why this year

I cast a wider net in hopes of catching you.

Oh, incoming.

Trouble in paradise already?

Mi Abuela used to say that those who go looking

for trouble are up to no good.

Oh.

What's your name again?

Sue Taylor.

Unofficial mayor of Holly Hills.

Tread carefully, Juan.

We wouldn't want another breakup so close to Christmas.

Did you see her salivating

at the thought of your unhappiness?

I know 'cause she's a real-- I'm not going to say it.

Oh and next year

I'll be picking for December book Club.

The authors you choose never quite cut it.

I'll see you at the wreath-making competition.

Okay.

Uh, closing lines are her specialty.

Opening lines are my specialty. I will write you that letter,

and it will make her weep with envy

because you have caught the right crab.

That's the spirit.

Oh, Juan, we are gonna make such a great team.

You're gonna be so happy you're joining

the Roses this Christmas, I promise.

Sue is going down.

Yes.

I will do this.

Oh!

But I have conditions.

Anything?

This onesie.

It's actually kind of nice in the cold, but...

I'll need my own.

And not one previously bought for a runt rat.

That's fair.

Done.

And I take my coffee black. No blends.

Just plain black coffee.

Noted.

Served in a Christmas mug.

I'll agree to that.

Good.

Jumping back into the dating world has been invigorating.

There's nothing like sharing your favorite hobbies

with someone for the first time.

Namaste.

I'm ready to--

Transition from a life built around work

to a life built around one another.

No.

Please. No.

No, that doesn't even sound good.

Retirement helps to connect you to your true purpose.

Yeah.

Okay, amigos.

We'll start by trying to capture the festive sights,

sounds, tastes and smells of the Rose family home

at Christmas.

Juan!

We'll try capturing the tone instead.

Everyone, time for the wreath making competition.

Okay, Mom more holly.

And Paddy trim the boxwood.

Yeah.

Eso, this one.

Lily, the bow. The bow, the bow!

Okay.

We need something else.

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Yes, yes, yes!

Ah!

Let's hear it for third place.

This year we do have an honorable mention.

It goes to... number four.

Oh! Oh, that's us. It's us.

Oh, come on, come on!

That's us! It's us!

Come here. Come on, come on.

Oh, wow. Wow. This is so unexpected.

There are so many people to thank. Ah!

It's only an honorable mention.

Oh. I should start by introducing

our very special guest, Juan.

Juan get up here!

No, no, not special.

Yes, you are.

Juan is Lily's fiancé, whom we are delighted

to have joined our family this Christmas.

Is that Sue's mini-me.

The one and only Victoria, named after--

The Roman goddess of victory.

I can't believe they won something.

I can't believe Lily's engaged again.

Knowing Lily, she met him at the airport.

Let's see if he lasts a week.

So where in Italy did you guys meet?

We met in Venice at a tango class.

The dance of love.

Sounds like something out of a movie.

How romantic.

It's almost too romantic.

We spotted each other from across the ballroom.

And what began as being partners

for a night turned into partners for life.

Oh.

So show us some of your moves.

Hank and I love a good tango.

No.

-I am just gonna go-- -Yes.

No, no, no, no.

Do you know how to tango by chance?

No, but I'm guessing you don't either.

No, but just follow my lead, I am great at improvising.

Oh!

Tango.

Do it.

Aye.

Okay, final dip.

Calling that a tango is a stretch.

We just took one class, so we still have a lot to learn.

Mmhmm.

That was so fun. You did so great.

From now on, you take my lead.

Which will be rational, not risky.

What's so risky about that?

Worst case scenario, they think we're terrible dancers.

Who cares?

I care.

Humiliation just isn't my idea of fun.

I am not like you, Lily.

Clearly.

You could stand to loosen up a little.

That was like dancing with a cardboard cutout.

Out for a breath of frigid air.

I was just looking for the... bathroom.

Oh.

And you?

Looking for you.

That was quite the disappearing act.

I wanted to apologize for being a little too impulsive.

Subtlety isn't my specialty.

Apology accepted.

And thank you, by the way.

For what?

Apparently, subtlety is your specialty.

And we have our first ever honorable mention.

That may have more to do with my competitive streak.

Something your mother and I have in common.

Oh, I see.

Competitive.

My peace offering.

-Thank you. -And you want?

No, no.

Your mother says you're an actress.

Aspiring.

I haven't really acted in anything since college,

but I was happiest during those days.

I love being part of a story that wasn't my own.

I've auditioned for a few things here and there,

the only gigs I've landed are embarrassing infomercials.

Yeah?

You know, hair removal, hair growth, specialty dentures,

that sort of thing.

I know what those are. My Tío Carlos loves them.

Is that-- Is that why you went to Italy?

No, that's not why I went.

But, um, let's just say Italy wasn't what I expected.

What about you?

Why did you take this gig?

I needed a change of scenery.

Hm?

Your thoughts so far?

Mm. Let's see.

In the span of two days, I've been forced

into a fake engagement, nearly suffocated by a onesie,

publicly humiliated on a dance floor,

and then thrust into the stream

of your mother's desperation.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

I don't mean that as a criticism.

I'm just pointing out

we're all sort of on the same page here.

Are you not drinking that?

No. It's a bit too sweet for me.

Better than not sweet enough. May I?

Mhm.

You have a little...

I know. I meant to do that.

No, no, no, no.

It's just like when he went to summer camp,

he's calling because he wants to come home.

He's 32.

Okay, so we'll wait another day.

Then we'll call him.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry

I... Oh, thank you, thank you.

I like to compare the holiday season

with the way a child listens to a favorite story.

The pleasure is in the familiar way the story begins.

Fred Rogers.

-I love Fred.

This makes me think of my Abuelo on Christmas Eve.

He always reads to us The Night Before Christmas.

To Tío Carlos and I just before midnight.

Yeah, dad did that, too.

And Paddy did it for our children... child.

Yup.

We read it every year, and I still look forward to it.

Well, speaking of special moments, reminder of the day.

Do make a good story out of the smallest moments.

And I have an example for you

from my favorite letter from 2017.

We were simply watching the snow fall,

but against the Italian Alps

it became the most beautiful painting

in the entire world.

In... in an effort to understand this genre,

I have identified the strengths and common themes.

But none of them have to do with Christmas.

Well, it's more about inspiring people

during the Christmas season

to be the best version of themselves.

When you say "best version",

do you mean fictional or factual?

-Because I've met some

of these people and let's just say--

I'll get it.

I mean factual,

but you know, you take the facts to the spa

and you pamper them and you give them a little juje.

Okay.

Okay. Next item interviews are up for you today.

You have Paddy and dad,

and tomorrow you have Lily and my mom.

-That's great. -Mmhmm.

Oh, and you two need to finish the gingerbread house for the party.

Oh, right.

I have an order coming with all the fixings.

You need to pick it up right after this meeting.

Okay.

Mail's here.

Hmm.

Okay, here we go.

-Okay.

It's Sue's letter.

Okay. Let's see.

Warm wishes to all as we approach the winter solstice.

And invite the return of the sun into our lives,

bearing new beginnings and brighter days.

This doesn't sound like Sue.

Well, Sue is the best version of herself in her letters.

One of the most beautiful... oh.

What?!

We have a lot of work to do.

Oh.

Lily!

Hi.

I'll handle this.

Victoria. Hello.

I was just leaving my moms, saw you two

and said I've got to--

Find out how the trip to Italy was.

Well, yes. I hardly got to talk to you at wreath-making.

Obviously, it was--

Eventful, given I came back

several days later than expected.

Eventful is an understatement.

I don't think there's a flight Lily hasn't missed

and it's almost always due to something, "eventful".

Why have you all not returned--

Your calls?

We were trying to work out the holiday schedule.

She's been a little off today.

I think it'd be better if you came back later in the week.

Things are a bit chaotic. The letter, you know.

I've got to get going.

Ted and I are meeting for brunch.

I'll have to tell him I ran into the happy--

Italy definitely made me happy. Let's talk soon.

Gotta get this gingerbread house done.

Oh, sure. Don't let me keep you.

It was nice to see you.

You too.

Take this in, please. I'll be right behind you.

-Okay. -Thank you so much.

Okay.

Who is that?

Mom's Christmas letter redemption.

Ask her if you dare.

I do not.

Take this. Bradley's mince pie.

Thank you.

-Oh. -Who is that?

Oh, he's the housekeeper. You know, he's like family.

He's just--

What is your favorite memory of this past year?

Oh, my favorite... my favorite memory.

Uh. Well, I would have to say it was, uh,

when Settie was nominated

for the... the... the Olga Van Wexler Service

to the Community award.

What is this?

I don't know.

Maybe some would say a cheat sheet, but--

It's exactly what it is.

And you should know that I have confiscated all of them.

What?

Hm.

Let's try that again.

My poem being published in The Connecticut Whistle.

You write poetry?

Yeah.

Let's hear it.

My Poinsettia: A portrait.

Petals are her body unfolding with each passing year.

Sweet splendor of soft moonbeams.

Fanning the flames of forevermore.

Eternal embers eclipsing eternity.

I didn't know he had that in him.

Um. Who's next?

Your father.

Oh.

I finally retired last year.

Well, congratulations. What an accomplishment.

You have no idea how hard it is

to live without purpose.

Can you find another purpose?

You know, that's what Edith said as well.

I took her advice, and I found a hobby on the Google.

-Close your eyes. -Mmhmm.

Listen to this. It's great. Ready?

That was amazing.

I'm telling you, Hank.

The Roses are housing barn animals over there,

and it's just like them.

I'm certain they are not.

Leave it to my dad

to find the weirdest hobby on the internet.

These tamales are the highlight of my day.

Right? I told you.

What was the highlight of Edith Rose's year?

Easy.

Discovering silent disco on our dream cruise to Alaska.

What's silent disco?

The antidote to feeling old.

Here we go.

There you go.

So, uh... so what now?

Choose your channel and dance like no one's watching.

What are you waiting for?

Here.

Oh.

I wasn't prepared for this.

Is this something you prepare for, Juan.

You just let go and disco.

Mom, I told you what happens on the cruise ship

stays on the cruise ship.

Lucky for us, Sue is still at her spa day so maybe...

Okay. Let's get this masterpiece started.

So, uh, what's the plan?

Following my intuition at the moment.

Starting with the walls.

They're completely mismatched.

It's abstract.

Trust me. I learned a long time ago

trying to do this the right way

only increases the pain of failure.

I see.

But if you don't try at all,

or you jump from one thing to the next

without actually making an effort,

then you can avoid failure altogether

because you never actually tried.

So we're on the same page?

No. We're on opposite pages.

What are you doing?

We are going to start over.

And this time, give it our best.

Why would we do that? It's just a gingerbread house.

Because you hide behind this free-spirit philosophy.

But really, you want to be good at something

and you cannot get good at something

if you don't really try.

The bottom line is, I cannot ever be

the talented and accomplished daughter she dreams of having.

You already are, Lily.

For 20 years, she's tried to embellish my life

in her Christmas letters, Juan, so clearly I'm not.

Do you know why I like writing?

Hm.

Because I can be in control of the story.

My parents died when I was ten years old,

and it was totally out of my control.

I'm so sorry, Juan.

It was a long time ago, and...

I was lucky I had my grandparents and Tío Carlos

to get me through it.

And then when I was 19, my Abuela died.

The reason why I'm telling you this is...

is because sometimes we need some help

getting through the rough patches.

It's the reason why I came here.

You have to take control of your own story, Lily.

The workshop in Italy was my mom's idea.

I dropped out on the third day

because I didn't think I could be as good

as the rest of the group.

I didn't want to bring them down.

You didn't want to bring them down,

or you didn't want to put in the effort

to rise up to their level.

So what did you end up doing?

Well, I, uh, got swindled by a modeling agency

who, in return for my modest fee,

gave me a year's supply of hair spritzer

from yet another infomercial so.

Okay. I don't know what I'm doing.

What's our plan?

Well, now that we're actually on the same page,

you tell me. This is your house.

Thank you.

It feels really good

to finally tell someone the truth.

You're welcome.

I'll tell you what.

You make the plan, and I'll be quality control.

That sounds exactly like something

my brother would say.

You're what?

Just give me one quick second.

On my way.

Okay.

All right.

Okay.

Okay.

Sorry I'm late.

Ah!!!

It's nice to see you, too, mom.

I guess the jig is up on Cousin Jackie.

You did say you didn't want to be

in another letter ever again.

That was before I found out you hired

a professional writer and told Sue

he was Lily's fiancé.

You are really outdoing yourself this Christmas, Mom.

Sue came up with that,

and I felt like I had to run with it.

Uh-huh.

Juan, these are for you.

Pan de Mallorca.

I've been missing these so much.

-Muchas gracias! -Oh, thank you.

I can't believe I didn't think of that.

And I can't believe you didn't tell him about me.

Or me about him.

I think you're making a blizzard

out of a few snowflakes.

I guess those must have been

some very big snowflakes, huh?

Let's tell Juan about the snowflakes, shall we?

One example I happened to mention one time in passing

that I had been thinking about taking up sculpture.

The next thing I know, I'm reading her a Christmas letter,

only to discover that I will be teaching

a sculpture in the modernized world class

at the Holly Hills Recreation Center.

I made up that title, so.

Teaching that class was harder than my full-time job.

I had never sculpted anything in my life.

Well, now you have. Look at this beauty.

I love it.

I think teaching is the best way to learn something.

And you're always telling me

that you want to do these things,

but you don't do them.

So I'm just giving you a little nudge.

And it worked.

I think part of you loved teaching that class.

Okay. Now that we've all properly been introduced,

can we continue with the meeting?

And, Jack, you get to do quote of the day.

"I will honor Christmas in my heart

"and try to keep it all the year."

Charles Dickens.

A Christmas Carol is one of Abuelo's favorite films.

So this is your first time being away for the holidays?

Actually, yeah.

Oh.

I wish we could meet them.

Oh, they would love you.

All of you, to meet you all.

Speaking of movies, am I getting a little

Sandy Bullock in The Proposal thing from you or?

No.

Oh, no. You know what?

Lily and Juan are just doing an excellent job

of keeping our ruse going.

Speaking of which, um, I would like the letter, Juan,

to go out on the 19th.

Absolutely not.

Um, we mail it on the 21st

to capitalize on the Christmas mood.

You haven't started it yet, have you?

-Of course. -Of course he has.

We will not fall to the house of Sue this year.

Nope.

The deeper I went into the online dating escapades,

the more I realized just how many

splendid fish there are in the sea.

Even if I don't catch one this year,

I'll keep tossing out my line,

because sooner or later, the right one will come along.

In the meantime--

Adam and I have decided

to fill some of our glorious retirement time

volunteering together for worthy causes.

This decision has brought us great joy and fulfillment.

Okay, my friends, what's the first line?

I just need the perfect first line

and it will unlock the whole letter.

Please give me this one Christmas miracle.

Chucho has to return home

a better crab or the story is not complete.

That's it! The story isn't complete.

Muchas gracias, amigos!

Okay.

Settie.

Yeah.

I've been thinking a lot about this,

and I cannot finish my letter without interviewing you.

Okay, where do you want to know?

What is your favorite part about Christmas

with your family?

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire.

Something that doesn't come from a Christmas carol.

How about just what's your favorite part

of this past year?

Lily's surprise engagement.

Why can't you give me a real answer?

Don't you value your family?

Of course I value my family. That's why I hired you.

They think you hired me

because they're not good enough.

Did Lily say that?

Not in those exact words, but yes.

You know, she used to tell me everything.

I haven't even heard about Italy or the workshop.

Did she talk to you about that?

She did.

Those are her stories to tell when she's ready.

The truth is, more and more

I get obsessed around the holidays.

I get caught up in this whirlwind of trying

to create the perfect Christmas

that we'll all remember and be remembered by.

Anyways, once you write me the perfect letter,

I can call it quits.

Settie, they are perfect the way they are.

Full of love.

My flowers?

Your family. And that includes you.

Ta da!

I finally finished.

It's perfect. It's full of love.

It's a little wonky.

I've assigned you and your fiancé

to the luminaries is outside.

Not bad.

Lily made it.

Well, I've known Lily her whole life,

and she's always had two left hands.

You're lucky to have Juan on your team... for now.

I am sorry, just... come on.

What?

I didn't think you'd be this susceptible

to the Sue Taylor effect.

I don't like how she treats you, you're family.

She's actually a Grinch in Santa's clothing.

Yeah, she can be a little grumpy.

Kind of like you when we first met, Chacho.

I told you that wasn't a fake name?

That's not your name.

Yes and no.

Chacho is a crab who is, incidentally, very crabby.

And every Christmas, his life got turned upside down

and he was given a chance to become a better crab.

My Abuela loved those stories

because she always saw the best in people,

unlike me.

That's not true.

You see the best in my mom and our family,

and I even think deep down

you see the best in Sue, just like I do.

Huh, no.

The truth is,

it's time for you to stop being a perfectionist

and see the best in yourself, too.

Mm. Two left hands.

Now, Part 1 of my conversation with Juan Rebolledo Sánchez.

Isn't that...

The reclusive author of the critically acclaimed--

- No, no, no, no... - ...Alma Cane.

Tell me about your writing process.

Well, I really try not to think of it as a process.

It makes the whole art of writing sound sterile.

Of course, I'm superstitious like all writers.

Sorry.

But I will share that I start with my yellow pad.

I just like the feeling--

Piper! You are killing the Christmas spirit.

Sorry everyone.

I forgot about the music and clicked on the interview.

Why won't this turn off?

Does he sound familiar?

Jingle bells, jingle bells.

Santa is coming soon.

Oh, what fun it is to ride--

Snow is falling down.

You don't know the lyrics to this song?

I do, I did.

Jingle bells, jingle bells.

Jingle all the way.

That was so fun.

I need my lucky socks.

It's time for you to stop being a perfectionist

and see the best in yourself, too.

I left home with a knife in my pocket and $1.

I didn't know that the moon held more than dust.

It held nightmares carved into dreams.

Or was it the other way around?

"Christmas is doing a little something extra for someone,"

Charles M. Schulz.

I'm excited to finally come to one of these.

Jack won't admit it, but he loves them.

I love them too.

I'm going to miss this when the season's over.

We've all come to look forward to this time together.

We haven't had s'mores for breakfast since we were kids.

Mmm-mmm. I'm sorry,

but these are better than your cinnamon buns.

I suspected that was the reason

you walked out on us that day.

No, that wasn't the reason, no.

One never forgets

their first encounter with a family recipe.

It's true.

Can I see you for a moment?

Yeah, of course.

I was hoping you would grant me a second interview.

Of course.

Okay.

The thing I love most about Christmas

is the joy it brings out in our family.

We're not great at it,

but we love it with all our heart.

And I know my enthusiasm for the season can be a tad much,

but it feels fleeting and I just want it

to last a little bit longer.

I've really enjoyed getting to know your family.

Lily.

No, not all of you.

And your enthusiasm is not too much.

It's infectious.

Thank you so much for staying with us.

I will always consider you as part of our family.

Well, thank you.

And you are right. I am glad I am spending Christmas

with the Roses this year.

I knew it.

We're fun.

Once upon a time, on a tree lined street in Holly Hills,

there lived a wonderful family.

And while we may tangle the lights, burn the cookies

and decorate the Christmas tree

until it can barely stand up...

We always get Christmas right in our hearts.

Paddy...

Um, what's in the shed?

Nothing.

We don't talk about the shed.

Because there's nothing to talk about.

All right, you guys got this

'cause I have to run an errand.

Stay out of trouble.

Your mom changed the combo.

Did you try your birthday?

Right.

June 12th.

Fifth.

Fifth.

Whoa!

It's a reindeer.

A sleigh.

These are amazing.

Why aren't they on full display?

Sue and her committee.

Yeah. Lawn ornaments are tacky

and not suitable for our traditional neighborhood.

Why does everyone listen to her?

I think it goes back to the PTA.

She was president for all 12 years I was in school.

Everyone knows it's just easier to do what she says

than go up against her.

Yeah.

Well, I think it's time

for new leadership and new traditions.

Agreed. Sue can pound sand.

We meet tomorrow at midnight.

Call Jack. We need all hands on deck.

I got the door.

Okay. Great, great.

-Inner voice. -Bring it in, all right?

Thanks for being our fearless leader.

Remember, we save the sleigh for last.

Yes!

Whoa!

-Let's go. -Okay.

Come on.

Let's go.

Let's go!

Sh-sh-sh!

Sh-sh-sh...

Huh?

-We're good. -Okay.

-Yeah. -Alright.

-Follow me everyone. -This is crazy.

That was fun.

Are you okay?

I have an audition tomorrow for a play.

That's awesome.

Do you need help preparing for it?

I ran through the scenes a couple times.

Usually I just try to show up and be in the moment.

But if you're up for it.

I'll help you.

You know, we've been at this for over an hour.

You're maybe taking this new preparation thing

a little too far. I even know the lines.

Last scene, one more time, I promise.

Okay.

What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night.

Do you think keeping a secret is the same thing as lying?

It depends on the secret.

You be the judge of this one.

No. You're supposed to kiss me passionately,

not laugh at me.

Um. Do you want to run it again?

Yes. I mean, no. Do you think I need to?

No. It was great.

All of it. Like... like the whole scene.

Thank you.

Well good night, Juan.

Good night.

I'll see you in the morning.

Yeah.

Okay.

I look forward to it.

Mom? Mom.

Oh, right.

"A lovely thing about Christmas

"is that it's compulsory, like a thunderstorm.

"And we all go through it together."

Garrison Keillor.

Oh. Where is your enthusiasm today?

I know we're enthusiastically sleepy.

But carry on.

We're listening with our eyes closed.

Our ears are open.

Okay. Well, great,

because I've decided to skip Christmas this year

and not do a letter,

and we're all moving to Puerto Rico.

Excellent idea, dear.

Which one exactly?

All of it.

What'd I miss?

We're moving to Puerto Rico.

-Oh. Jack. -What?

You slept over?

Uh huh. I got off work late.

And it was easier just to come straight here.

Okay. Where were we?

Winter wonderland tour. Wait. What is that?

Settie!

Settie Rose!

What have you done!

John, you're going to take photos in the sleigh

just exit through the Rose yard.

Okay.

Hank set up some cones.

Poor Hank.

Any wonder you guys were zombies this morning?

Totally worth it.

Hey.

I realized I hadn't seen

where the Christmas magic is happening

since you're such a good writer.

I appreciate that.

What are these?

They're santos.

They represent Catholic saints.

They're beautiful.

My Abuelo would either make one or buy one for me

every year since I moved in with him and Tío Carlos.

But I've made one myself. Can you guess which one?

This one.

What gave it away?

Oh, I just remembered. I'm hosting book club today.

How long do we have?

Twenty minutes.

What book are we discussing?

-Yours. -What?

But you won't be discussing anything.

Come on.

Yeah.

Come on, Juan.

Okay, so tell me again what happened.

The phone rang. I answered.

The line went dead,

so I dialed back and then went straight to voice message.

Esto no está bien.

Juan, I know you may want to chime in,

but you have to stay away, it's too risky.

I'll stay hidden, I promise, but talk loudly.

I want to know why Sue thinks I didn't quite cut it.

For me, it was more about

why Alma carried that heavy burden for so long?

No, no, no, no. She didn't want their pity.

She would rather die than be pitied.

Eso, Ana, eso... muy bien!

No matter which way you look at it, she was self-centered.

Qué?!

Que!

It was unrealistic to me how everyone forgave her so easily

during their last Christmas together.

I mean, she never suffered

the consequences for her own actions.

Room for one more bookworm.

Nope. No, because you would have had--

Just finished thanks to your insistence

that it is a work of genius.

Everyone must read.

That's a little overstated.

Just as you said, I was hooked from beginning to end.

Also, I completely disagree with your take

on Alma's character, so.

Enlighten me.

Alma was from... from the fields, from the earth.

She reflected the very nature of life in the country,

which can sometimes be both nurturing and cruel.

Her deceptions created a balance

and provided for her family and I, the author,

captured the true spirit of faith and sacrifice.

Wow.

It's getting a bit unctuous in here for me.

I'm going to the ladies room.

Oh, I finally found a picture of him online.

No. Oh, no! Don't look at it!

It will ruin the mystique.

That's it, Settie. I've got it.

That's what I love the most about the book.

The mystique.

Oh yes, the mystique.

Totally.

I want to tell her,

but the words are too thick with shame.

I'm sorry, my love. I'm not who you think I am.

I'm bound by the secrets I carry.

My family will come for me soon.

And I will return to a life in the shadows.

Oh.

The symbolism of that word.

I have to get back to Hank.

Oh!

The fake Garland is tacky.

I'll bring you a real one from my florist.

-Oh. -Goodbye, Sue.

And in my opinion, the author definitely cut it.

Nicely played, Juan. Sue always has the last word.

Dad.

"At Christmas, all roads lead home".

Marjorie Holmes.

Okay, as you know,

tonight is the neighborhood big star lighting party.

It's the event of the season,

but we need to keep an eye on Sue.

We can never underestimate the damage one woman can do.

And you are a shining example of that, dear.

Okay, Juan, will you do me the honor of reading the "Do".

Do?

"Be happy that the Rose family Christmas letter

"will be the best one yet."

Don't change a thing about our beautiful family.

Guess what?

What?

I got the part.

-What? Yeah.

That's fantastic. Are you serious?

What's fantastic!

I got a part in a local play.

That Juan help me rehearse for.

It's just a play, Mom.

It's not Broadway or anything.

Okay. It's just a play.

But you're in it, and it's gonna be amazing!

And I can't wait for opening night.

-Mom! -You're gonna be so great.

I want the front row. I want the whole front row.

Maybe he did freeze to death after all.

As for the dying bird.

Sweet silence.

I made a special recipe in honor of Juan.

I thought it would be a nice surprise.

You're alive.

Oh. Oh!

Is that?

Abuelo?

Tío Carlos.

It's my family from Puerto Rico.

Incoming!

They finally come for you.

Yes. I know all about you and your secrets, Juan.

What are you talking about, Sue?

I was suspicious from day one when Lily's fiancé suggested

I was the one looking for trouble.

Now, I don't know how the Roses got caught up in all of this,

but leave the rest of us out of it.

They've come to take Juan back to the family.

Who did?

The Mafia, that's who.

We thought he was being held captive.

I saw what you wrote, Juan.

That you couldn't bring yourself

to tell Lily the truth.

Oh, thats--

I'll show you.

He deceived us all.

I think your imagination

is getting more deceptive with age, Sue.

Maybe we should start fact checking

your Christmas letters.

My letters are 100 percent truthful.

Your letters?!

I knew it.

I... I... I... provide the material.

I will get to the bottom

of whatever this nefarious charade is.

Come on, Hank.

You can't say I didn't warn you.

Bye.

Atta boy.

The mystery of the Holly Hills cow is finally solved.

And now we know how Sue

kept that winning streak all those years.

Enough about Sue. Let's eat.

Parece que te has metido en tremendo lio aquí.

Sí, hoy te lo explico,

pero primero te presenta a...

Abuelo, Tío Carlos. I want to present you to Settie.

This is her husband, Paddy. Her daughter, Lily.

Her wonderful parents, Edith y Charles.

They have been my familia for the last two weeks.

This is the perfect Christmas surprise.

Juan has told us so much about you.

Sorry. Do I smell lechón?

As a matter of fact, you do.

Oh!

Oi, Oi, Oi, Oi...

Muchísimas, gracias. That is our favorite.

Mwah.

Viste?

We'll have to see if it's as good as mine.

Oh, come on.

-All right, get a plate. -Vamos.

Come on.

Thank you.

That was some great food, wasn't it?

I love you.

I'm so happy your family joined us.

Even if it was because they thought we had kidnaped you.

Oh, honestly, this has turned out to be

my favorite Christmas.

La mía también.

Oh!

Let's go inside.

Come on in.

How in the world did Sue think you were part of the Mafia?

Oh. She just found some pages from my new novel.

New novel?

Yeah.

Lily said something to me the other day that made me realize

that I couldn't write your letter or my new novel

without remembering how it all began.

And seeing the good in myself again.

And on that note, I am pleased to present

the perfect Rose family Christmas letter.

Hm.

Thank you.

And I'm sure it's perfect, Juan.

Except for one thing.

I didn't write it.

This letter was mine to write from the beginning,

and I just needed someone to show me the way

and help me find the joy in it again.

I'm proud of you.

Now you just be sure and dedicate your next book

to your muse, Settie Rose.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

All right. Tío.

Quote of the day.

Familia y amigos son los verdaderos regalos de la Navidad.

Yay, Tío!

Yay! Yay!

This Christmas has been the best example of that.

Juan, our friendship with you

and your family is a true Christmas gift.

And now for the Rose family Christmas letter

written with love by yours truly.

Dearest family and friends,

I must confess it was not my intention to write this letter.

Honestly, I had lost touch

with the true meaning of Christmas.

It's easy to do when you are swept up in the blizzard

of trying to do Christmas right,

and you fail to see the beauty in each individual snowflake.

Lily is fearlessly pursuing her acting career

and will appear on stage this spring

at the Holly Hills Theater.

Woo!

Jack and Bradley are newlyweds and cherishing every moment

of their lives together.

Meanwhile, Paddy published his first poem this year

in The Connecticut Whistle.

And my mom is keeping us all in shape

with her silent disco parties. All are welcome.

Of course she is.

Dad won first place

at last year's State Fair mooing contest

and is practicing diligently to add reindeer

to his repertoire.

Finally, in my desperation to redeem myself,

I was ready to cheat our way to the Wall of Fame

by hiring a professional writer

whose beautiful prose was sure to make us shine.

Juan Rebolledo Sánchez.

I knew it.

Juan helped me to fall in love with how we do Christmas.

Without our flaws, we wouldn't be perfectly who we are.

Yours truly, The Roses.

Oh, wait wait, wait. There's a postscript.

Okay. P.S. I am twinkling with delight

to announce that Jack will be teaching

sculpture of the modernized world 2.0. this winter.

Everyone sign up at the clubhouse.

You didn't.

I did, I did. I did it!

That's beautiful, Settie.

Awe...

Settie, you might just have a winner this year.

T'was the night before Christmas.

Era la víspera de Navidad.

Y en todo lugar reinaba la paz.

No se escuchaba ni un sólo ruidito.

Not even a mouse.

-Or a cow. -Or a reindeer.

Junto a la chimenea, las medias colgaban.

It's fine.

It's fine. It's okay.

Mmhmm.

Junto a la chimenea, las medias colgaban.

Pues San Nicolás ya pronto esperaban.