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[TV] You're watching the Harmony Home Network,

the channel with the most original holiday movies.

This week it's the Sugarplum movie marathon.

An entire week of fan-favorite holiday movies.

It's a chance to revisit

all your favorite Sugarplum movie moments,

like saving the Christmas Tree Farm.

We did it.

[TV] Dating a secret holiday Prince.

The secret holiday prince was you?

[TV] And who could forget giving the town

its first white Christmas thanks to a magical snow globe

from Santa Claus himself.

But wait there's more.

We're looking for the most Sugarplum home in the country.

One so Christmassy, Sugarplum herself

would feel right at home.

Deck your halls for a chance to win.

Escape the stress of the holidays

with the Sugarplum Marathon.

The only perfect Christmas is a Sugarplum Christmas.

* Filling up my Christmas list *

* My favorite time of year *

* For Christmas... *

Jess, hi, it's Emily.

Yeah. I need you to see if you can move back

my meeting with opposing counsel.

Keep it on the DL.

But I am MIA to finish a little holiday baking ASAP.

Which reminds me,

Ben, Kids, family meeting, 12 minutes.

Okay, I gotta go.

Or these fruitcakes are never gonna be ready in time.

[chuckles]

Very funny.

Yes, I'm talking about my baking.

Nina!

Oh, Nina, this room is a disaster.

Come on, I asked you to tidy up.

Are you sure that was me?

Redhead, ye tall, full of attitude.

Pretty sure it was you.

Mom, I need to focus on perfecting my song

for the Christmas Eve pageant, not on cleaning my room.

No. You need to be focusing on your grades

so that you get into the right school after you graduate.

Berklee College of Music. How did this get in here?

Mom, listen...

We talked about this.

Your father and I have known that you love singing.

And you are great.

But you need to get a degree in something

that has real prospects from a college

that is closer to home.

I don't need you guys planning my entire life for me.

We're not planning your entire life

just through your mid 30s.

Look, you know we want what's best for you.

But sometimes when you talk about a career in singing,

you sound a little unrealistic.

And you sound a little off-key.

Okay. Kitchen. Ten minutes.

[strumming guitar]

One last little touch.

-Ben!!! -[tumble sounds]

Guessing I should have knocked.

It's fine.

Mr. Harrington's probably gonna have me rework

the whole design anyway... again.

More micromanaging.

I swear, ever since his divorce,

that guy wants everyone who works for him

to be just as miserable as he is,

especially over the holidays.

It's like I'm working for Scrooge

only instead of three fun ghosts,

he's just haunted by regret.

Well, maybe now is the perfect time

to stand up to him, right? Finally put him in his place.

Emily, it's his architecture firm.

The whole place is his place.

Ben, honey, I...

I want to. You know I do.

but if I just hang in there,

maybe he'll give me that chance I always wanted,

to build something important.

Well, speaking of important,

can you make sure that Max is dressed and ready

for the meeting in the kitchen in 10 minutes?

Mmhmm.

And I really like the open concept for the entryway.

It's a better flow.

Hm.

Hey, you're looking good.

What's that? You heard I got moves.

Nah, I mean, there's a little something

I've been working on, but I couldn't.

Right now?

* Go, go, go, Okay, trendsetter *

* Yeah we bring the heat like we know better. *

* Show 'em what you got in this new weather. *

* Be anything you want. *

* Anything you want. *

* Be anything you want. *

* Let's go. *

* Got a real good feeling about this. *

What?

I love you, too.

Max. Family meeting. Let's go.

Oh. What's this?

Making another one of your fun dance videos?

Dad, that's like saying string is a sweater

or that paint is the Sistine Chapel.

What I do is an art form.

Well, I'd love to see one sometime.

Well, maybe you should invite your friends from school.

We could have a viewing party, make some popcorn.

No, no, no, no, I don't show these to anyone.

Especially not kids from school.

I'm having trouble fitting in there already.

Well, hey...

If you want any pointers believe it or not,

I was pretty cool in high school, so.

I'm. gonna go with or not.

Go on. Hide behind jokes all you want,

but I see you.

Others will too, if you're a little bit more open.

Thanks, Dad.

I mean, of all the advice you've ever given me,

that wasn't the absolute worst.

Couldn't you just let me have the straight win, huh?

I feel like I've given you enough.

Huh?

Okay. This family meeting is officially called to order.

We are exactly one week away from Christmas.

And you know what that means.

Please don't say the holiday checklist.

The holiday checklist.

Five things my mom used to do to make Christmas perfect.

Five things I have never been able to do

to my satisfaction over the holidays,

no matter how hard I try.

Maybe your standards are too high.

Maybe you just need a plan.

A plan?

All I do is plan.

I don't understand

how you get into this fridge 10 times a day

and not see this gorgeous calendar I have made for you.

It's gotten a bit over-complicated.

All the color hurts my retinas.

Point is, the holidays are chaos

and something always gets in the way.

But not this year.

This is the year that the Mitchells

have a perfect family Christmas.

We just have to check off everything on this list.

A beautifully decorated house, plenty of family time,

perfect gifts, a gorgeous tree,

and one magical Christmas memory made as a family.

Are you drinking coffee?

Since when do you drink coffee?

I'm not a morning person.

Guys. Focus.

Okay, look, I know we're all busy,

but if we just work together,

this does not have to be a repeat

of the holiday card photo disaster last month.

So, what do you say, we start tonight

after I get home from work?

I'd love to, mom, but I have a final I need to study for.

[notification alerts]

Looks like it'll be a late one.

Maybe another night this week.

I can't tonight I have rehearsal.

I thought that was tomorrow.

Then too.

Both nights?

It is what it is.

[Emily groans]

You used to love this stuff when you were little.

You and me... decorating together.

I still do, but I'm not a little kid anymore.

And people are counting on me, so...

meeting adjourned?

Meeting adjourned.

When did this family give up on Christmas?

[oven timer beeping]

[gasps]

Oh!

Not my fruitcakes.

Uh...

Hello, Emily.

Doing a little Christmas baking?

Yeah, Deborah. I was, uh, trying to.

Well, just a reminder

that I have a strong aversion to holiday aromas,

including, but not limited to fresh pine, mulled wine,

and any and all baked goods, especially burnt ones.

Won't happen again.

Terrific.

I mean, no one should have to live next to someone

who makes their lives miserable. Right?

I couldn't agree more.

Okay. Great talking to you.

Great. Struggling to talk to you.

[cheerful music]

Hey, Jess. Were you able to move that meeting?

Jess?

Jess. Hello?

Jess, can you please not watch

full length made for TV holiday movies while at work

and, I don't know, assist me.

Of course.

It's just... can I turn it off when it's over?

I need to know how it ends.

Does Sugarplum marry The Secret Holiday Prince,

and save Christmas.

It ends the same way all the Sugarplum movies do,

with everything wrapped up perfectly,

and me wishing my holidays were anything like

the ones in the movies.

Follow the same rules.

Rules?

What rules?

The rules. You know, like...

like every house has to be beautifully decorated

like the cover of a Christmas catalog.

Sure, okay, maybe they do look a little like that,

but it's not like it's an actual rule.

Oh. It is?

Yeah, but not in my house.

No, no, we had a Jack 'O Lantern on our porch

until two days ago.

I know, you keep telling me that.

It's weird.

Yeah.

Or what about the rule

that whenever someone is looking for

that impossible to find gift for a loved one,

they always manage to get their hands on it.

I mean, do you know what I would give

for any holiday shopping to be that easy?

Is that because of the black eye

that you got on Black Friday?

That old lady was so much stronger than she looked.

And how about the rule that at the end of every movie,

the story is always perfectly tied up

with a kiss on Christmas Eve.

Oh, I would love a Christmas Eve that ended like that.

Then why not have one?

You and Ben could make that happen.

Oh. Trust me.

Once the craziness of the holidays

with the kids rolls around,

the only thing Ben and I are kissing is goodbye

to our patients, our free time, our sanity,

and our willpower.

And out of all of the holiday movies,

the Sugarplum movies are my absolute favorite.

She always has some kind of super fun,

super holiday specific job,

and then Christmas always turns out perfect

because she follows the rules closer than anybody else.

It's like she carries around a list of them or something.

Okay, so then why not try to turn your own Christmas

into a, you know, Sugarplum Christmas?

Because that is my point,

in the real world, those rules don't apply,

especially when you're trying to pull off

the perfect Christmas.

Oh, speaking of which,

before you head off for the holidays tonight,

can you get my Christmas boxes delivered

from my storage locker.

My mom used to collect vintage ornaments

from all over before she passed.

Hoping I'll find a little magic.

If it means getting out of this conversation,

then yes.

Great.

Brings me one step closer to a beautifully decorated house

and checking the first item off my list.

-Hey. -Hm.

We've worked together a long time,

and I'm only telling you this because you're amazing.

All this frustration,

it's from that list you dust off every year

chasing some idea of perfection.

Just live in the moment.

You sound like a holiday movie.

Well, you are the expert.

[chuckles]

[cheerful music]

Why is it always crooked?

[pensive music]

How are you doing? Are you all right?

No. Not really.

I had to work late.

I have to prep for a meeting tomorrow.

And our daughter has turned her back

on everything we've planned for her future.

Oh, come on. We've gotten through worse.

I know, it just feels like with Nina pushing

to go away to college,

this might be the last Christmas

we all share under the same roof.

And I want to make it perfect for all of us,

but it's my last chance to give my little girl

the same kind of holiday my mom gave me.

Well, you're doing an amazing job.

Really? You think I'm amazing?

With everything you're taking on,

no one could do it better.

Thank you. That means a lot.

Seriously. I want this holiday to bring us closer.

I just worry we're all so disconnected.

Couldn't agree more, Mr. Harrington.

Uh, sorry. My wife's here.

She's trying to tell me something.

Sorry, I can't hear a word with these things in.

You say something?

Nothing important.

[notification alert]

Thanks.

Are you going out again?

Yeah.

I just found out that ornaments from storage

were delivered to my office instead of here.

Oh. Can't that wait until morning?

Not when having a beautifully decorated house

is number one on your list.

Uh. Sorry, sir. Won't happen again.

See to it that it doesn't.

I need you to rework the design

you showed me this morning.

Have it on my desk first thing.

Absolutely.

*

Ah, there they are.

Yes.

[crash sounds]

Oh!

No!

Perfect end to a perfect day.

Oh, no. Some of them broke.

"Whosoever holds this Christmas star,

"if their wish be worthy, shall have it granted."

Yeah, right.

[Sugarplum] We did it!

We saved the Christmas tree farm.

Jess, I gotta talk to you about these autoplay settings.

[Sugarplum]... of Perfection and--

[sighs] Oh.

[sighs]

A worthy wish.

I wish... more than anything

for a Christmas where my family feels more connected.

One that is magical and amazing,

just like the ones in the movies.

One where I finally check off every item on my list.

I wish...

I wish...

for a Sugarplum Christmas.

[music heightens]

[exhales]

[enchanting music]

[static electricity]

[music heightens]

And I promise this will be a perfect Christmas

or my name isn't Sugarplum.

[music heightens]

Oh, goodness. What is this place?

Who are you?

Oh, hello.

What just happened?

I was wondering if you could kindly point me back

towards my small town of Perfection.

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

You... you... you can't be.

Can't be who?

Sugarplum?

Mmhmm. Although I have no idea how I got here

or where I am at all,

so please, if you could kindly point me back to Perfection.

Uh, well, it was just there a moment ago,

along with you... inside the, um...

In the what?

In the movie.

Oh, dear. You mean that I... that this...

We're outside the movie?

That's not supposed to happen.

And I am losing my mind. Yeah, this is impossible.

This isn't possible, right? Is this possible?

I did just make this wish on this Christmas star.

Wait. You made a wish on this Christmas star

and that's why I'm here?

Well, that explains everything.

It does.

Of course. It's Christmas magic.

Now, tell me, why did you make the wish?

Oh, don't tell me. Let me guess.

Is the town bakery in need of saving,

or do you need some romantic advice

to court a holiday prince in disguise or...

No, no, I got it, I got it.

You need help with your... oh!

Holiday checklist.

Miss.

It's finally happening.

I am having a psychotic breakdown.

That's what's happening. That's what's happening.

Oh. Excuse me. You forgot your list.

No, no, no! You stay back!

You are not real.

You are some holiday stress-induced hallucination.

That's what you are. That's all you are.

Yep, that's what you are.

You two ladies going down?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You can see her.

Yes, he can see me. I can see him.

Hi.

You... can see her?

Her?

Sugarplum from the movies.

I've seen every last one of those movies

and I love 'em. -Oh!

If you're telling me she's an impersonator,

nobody in a million years will believe that's her.

Oh, that must be part of the magic.

Only you can recognize me. Oh, how fun!

Stop!

Did Jess put you up to this?

Lady, I don't know any Jess,

but I do know you can get the next elevator.

[gasps]

You're real?

As real as your checklist.

This is not happening.

No. You are a fictional character from a holiday movie

and I am out here talking to myself,

which is why I'm going to walk over there

across the courtyard,

and in the time that I do, you are going to vanish.

So goodbye... forever.

[Sugarplum] Wait I can't just vanish.

We need to talk about your Christmas list.

[Emily] Oh, no this means you really are real.

[Sugarplum] Uh-huh.

[Emily] I can't believe this is happening.

[Sugarplum] And I can't believe what I'm seeing.

For starters, why isn't everything covered

in wonderful Christmassy snow?

Because it rarely snows here.

In fact, it mostly rains... a lot.

That doesn't make sense.

It always knows everywhere all the time,

especially at Christmas time. Everybody knows that.

No, they don't. And why are you saying that?

Because of The Rules.

The Rules.

The ones that make a perfect Christmas every single time.

You're kidding.

I would never joke about Christmas.

You have an actual list of rules that you follow.

A list?

I mean, could you imagine every single minuscule aspect

of my entire existence dictated by a list?

No, silly. It's a book.

Oh.

No wonder you need my help if you don't have a copy.

Every last person in Perfection lives by these rules.

And between us, no one--

--follows them closer than you.

How did you know?

Just a hunch.

The Rules. Huh.

Okay. Uh, Rule 47.

"When a big city girl

"meets a small town bachelor over the holidays,

"they are guaranteed to fall in love and get married."

Rule 63.

"No high paying job can ever match the rewards of reuniting

"with a high school sweetheart." -Mmhmm.

And Rule 147.

"Flannel is a natural aphrodisiac."

Okay, seriously, not a single one of these

is ever going to work here.

-But what if you're wrong? -I'm not.

-What if I'm right? -Still not.

And you're not going to last two seconds here.

Look, this has been very interesting,

but with everything I have on my plate right now,

I think it would just be best

if you went back to where you came from.

Oh, no, that's not possible.

Why not?

Because if I know anything about Christmas magic,

and I do,

I know literally everything there is to know about it.

The only way that I go back to where I come from

is if I help you finish that list.

So let's get started.

Is there any way we can make all that happen a lot sooner?

There's not.

Rule 72 is clear.

"When a holiday task is undertaken,

"it must be seen through to a happy ending."

Let me be clear. These rules don't work.

What are you...

What are you... what are you doing?

Proving they do work. Rule 61.

Uh, Rule 61.

"Whenever a holiday traveler is stranded in a faraway place,

"they'll be invited to find

"a harmonious home with new friends."

Mmhmm.

Sitting on a bench waiting for a random person

to invite you into their home, that's your plan?

My plan is the same as it always was.

Follow The Rules and everything turns out perfectly.

Which is why someone is going to invite me

to stay in their home.

I just hope it's any minute now.

It's a little bit cold out here, but you'll see.

Oh, hey, there's me.

Yeah.

Yeah.

See? What did I tell you?

Classic Rule 61.

Just for tonight.

And I'm never going to get my family to believe any of this.

So if you see them in the morning,

just remember you are not Sugarplum. You are--

--Sue Garplum.

An old college friend passing through for the holidays.

Perfect.

Well, wait!

Christmas decorating is first on your list.

So why don't we get started right now.

You know what,

it's been a very long, very strange day.

So why don't we pause on that, put a pin in it,

and reboot the energy on that puppy tomorrow?

Hm. Okay.

Okay.

Good night.

Good night.

I hope you have visions of Sugarplums

dancing in your head.

Okay.

[happy exhale]

[loud noises coming from the other room]

What?

What is that?

[Sugarplum] More lights over there please.

And, oh, let's get more ornaments on this side...

It's best to...

What in the?

Excuse me and excuse--

[Sugarplum] Oh, just a smidge to the right.

Ah!

Oh, good morning.

What is all this?

It's amazing, isn't it?

Except for the tree in the living room, of course.

We're going to have to replace that with a real one.

Fake simply won't do, Emily.

No. Who are all of these people?

Oh, well, I was so excited last night, I couldn't sleep,

so I called every decorating company in town

until one finally picked up.

-Oh my God. -Mmhmm.

Okay. Why does it look like

the North Pole threw up in here.

Oh, hi. You must be the family.

I'm Sue, your mom's old college friend

who definitely knew her before last night.

You know, when you say it like that,

it kind of seems like you didn't, though, right?

Sue needed a place to stay for the night.

Did I not mention that?

No, or anything about this. What is all this?

What does it even cost?

Can you put a price on joy? Can you put a price on wonder?

Huh.

Oh, according to this invoice, apparently you can.

Whoa! Is this an extra zero here, a typo?

What, you mean these people aren't helping

out of the goodness of their hearts?

Right, because spreading Christmas cheer

is its own reward.

Yes!

See, he gets it.

Ah, no, he's being sarcastic.

Huh?

When someone inflects their voice like that,

it means the opposite of what they're saying.

You know, I'll explain later.

Sue is from... France.

Bonjour.

They don't have sarcasm in France.

I like her.

I like you too, all of you.

And I'm so sorry, all I wanted to do was help.

But at the very least,

this is still the first item off your list.

And don't worry, I know exactly how to cover the cost.

Absolutely remarkable.

This tiara is covered in flawless ten carat diamonds.

Yes. It was a gift from the Prince of Armstrong

one magical Christmas Eve.

He said that their sparkles reminded him of my eyes.

Well, I've never seen

anything even remotely like it outside of a movie.

Really? Well, here I have plenty more, this...

And, oh, yes, this...

And these.

That's a... lot of princes.

You'd be surprised how many of them

are just walking around disguised as commoners,

especially at Christmas time.

Huh.

I'll hand it to you.

Your way of making money

is a whole lot easier than having a career.

You have a career?

Why is that so surprising?

I never dreamed I'd meet a big city girl

who didn't turn her back on one,

to be with the small town guy

who's taking over his family's generational business.

You have to take me with you.

No. Absolutely not. Never, not happening.

What? Why?

Well, because you would hate it.

And also, I am running late for a meeting

that I need to get to and I need it to go perfectly.

Please.

I've always been so curious about this,

and you won't even know that I'm there.

Please.

Absolutely never.

[elevator dings]

Oh, it looks so different during the daytime.

Please, I beg of you, do not make me regret this.

Oh, hi. Happy holidays, Merry Christmas.

Already regretting it.

Listen, my assistant is out for the holidays,

so there's no one here to take care of you.

So if you could please just sit at a desk

and, I don't know, look busy.

What will you be doing?

Having a critically important meeting

on a case that's keeping me working through the holidays.

My client, Miranda, is trying to keep her family business

out of the hands of a developer, and I am going to help.

So if you could just be low key, that'd be great.

What kind of business is it?

Uh. Ski lodge most of the time.

And the rest of the time?

It's a Christmas tree farm.

[gasps]

A local business is at risk, and it's a...

it's a cozy winter lodge that grows Christmas trees.

And it's being threatened by a heartless business executive

right before Christmas.

This is where I thrive! I can help!

No, you can't, because this is the real world.

And I already have enough on my plate.

Plus the developer and the client,

they cannot stand each other.

Hm, yes. Seems like a classic two turtle dove scenario.

Two turtle what?

Doves. Rule 35.

When two people can't stand each other,

they're destined to fall madly in love

before Christmas.

Trust me, these two are not falling madly in love.

If you say so.

But I am an expert in these situations.

I'm basically a professional at helping people.

Yes, professional and help are the first two words

that come to mind when I think of you.

I appreciate that, Emily.

Bye.

Busy, busy, busy.

Yeah.

No. Absolutely not.

It's... you're out of your mind.

This is unacceptable.

This is a fair offer, Miranda.

He's right.

Drop your challenge to the county's decision

and just take the money.

It's not about the money.

And the only thing anyone is taking here

is a deep breath to calm down.

Look, I think we can all agree

the last thing anyone wants is for this to drag out longer,

wasting any more time.

The only waste of time is her thinking,

there's any way this rundown lodge isn't getting leveled.

Oh, I will level you.

As I was saying, why don't we focus on the things

we can agree on, like this proposal.

Steven, your company wants to take up the lease

on county land to build some ultra new luxury resort.

But that would mean knocking down the ski lodge

that Miranda's family has been operating generations,

Which the county fully supports.

Exactly. And if you insist on challenging this,

then we'll see you in court.

I thought you had a plan?

I do. It's all in my proposal.

Hot chocolate anyone?

Sounded like this meeting could use a dash of holiday joy.

I'm sorry. Who is this?

Sue, can you just go back to your desk, please.

Oh, my goodness.

I wish I could stay in a place this beautiful.

Oh, Sue. You don't know.

Oh, well, what I'm saying is,

who wouldn't want to stay in a place like this.

Sure. Add a few coats of paint, maybe a few new amenities.

But you could make it

like something off of a holiday card.

Yeah, I'm not sure I understand that.

I know I don't.

I mean, fix it up.

Preserve its charm while adding a few modern touches.

Guests will have a whimsical holiday

no matter what the time of year.

Oh, this is preposterous.

No, no, just wait a second.

I think I know where she's going with this.

You know, there's been an emerging demand

for authentic travel experiences.

And I think what she's saying is that we preserve the lodge

as a boutique cultural travel getaway.

Bingo. A perfect combination of big city meets small town,

a heartfelt getaway from all of life's stresses,

A heartfelt getaway.

I like that.

Really?

Mmhmm.

That's how my parents used to tell people what it was like

to stay at the lodge over the holidays.

That's how my parents used to describe

the type of Christmas holiday they wish we could have.

[small chuckle]

What is happening?

Shh. This is my favorite part.

You know, maybe we got off on the wrong foot here.

I think I was so focused on the luxury offering

that I failed to see what was in front of me

this whole time.

You know, my parents did always want

to fix the place up and expand.

Oh. [both chuckle]

-Sorry about that. -It's fine.

You know what, why don't we take a few days

and go over this, just you and me.

Who knows, maybe we're better...

[in unison] together.

[both laugh]

And scene.

What was that?

Two turtle doves, just like I said.

All that was missing was a partridge in a pear tree.

Oh, did you see the way they were looking at each other?

But that doesn't happen in the real world.

It does in mine.

Maybe it could in yours too,

if you took a little time to be open to it.

I don't have time to be open

to living in a Christmas movie.

Are you sure?

Because it sounds like once they review the proposal

and sign off on it.

I'll have the holidays off.

Which means plenty of time with your family.

Ooh, two checklist items down. Only three more to go.

So come on, grab your things

because the next one might just be my favorite.

[cheerful music]

How did these fit in your bag?

Never mind that,

because Christmas shopping is definitely the item

off your holiday checklist

I've been looking forward to the most.

Glad that makes one of us.

I don't understand. Buying each other gifts

is how we spend most of our time in Perfection.

What's not to love about buying that perfect something

for that special someone?

Oh, you mean aside from the crowds,

the long lines, the traffic.

Okay, well.

The parking, the physical and mental fatigue, the cost.

Oh, and did I mention anxiety?

Anxiety?

Oh, is that anything like a peppermint tea?

That sounds yummy.

Not exactly.

Look, finding the perfect gift for somebody here

is a lot harder than where you come from.

Well, sure, with that attitude.

And at Christmas time, the attitude is gratitude.

Rule 141.

Attitude has nothing to do with it,

especially when it comes to Nina's gift.

She's the only one I don't have a present for.

She wants these limited edition headphones

that have been sold out everywhere for months.

Well, sounds like we're just going to have to find some.

We can't. I've tried.

You haven't tried with me.

And how are you so sure

that's going to change anything?

Because the two things I know

are Christmas and Christmas presents.

So I'm not just sure we're getting our hands

on those headphones today.

I am absolutely positive.

Sold out?

What does this mean, "sold out"?

It means you can't have what you're looking for.

What?

Life's not always fair.

I'm sorry, ladies,

this is one of our busiest shopping days of the year.

If you have trouble finding the door, it's--

Would you mind double-checking your inventory?

Just in case... please?

Certainly. Stay right here.

I told you, this is just part of how the real world works.

It takes a Christmas miracle

for parents to get the perfect gift for their kids.

But that's so sad.

That's reality.

No, it's a violation of Rule 26.

-Mm. -Mm.

"Every child's greatest wish for a gift always comes true

"through the magic of Christmas."

The rules never fail.

We are getting those headphones.

Here, see for yourselves.

Out of stock.

If you don't mind--

Oh, wait, wait, wait. Oh, right here.

It says you have one on hold.

Ah, yes. Those aren't for sale.

They're our grand prize today

in the store's annual Reindeer Games Competition.

[gasps] Oh!

Oh, here we go.

Can I enter?

You can, only entrants come from all across the city

and they're pretty good.

So to win, you would need to be better at Christmas

than just about anyone.

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Holy fruitcakes.

[cheering and applause]

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I know.

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So what was that you were saying

that the part about her needing

to be better at Christmas than anyone.

I suppose congratulations are in order,

even if I can't quite understand

how you managed to pull any of it off.

So I will just be taking these headphones.

So... so...

Oh, there we go. Thank you.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

And you thought the perfect gift

would take a Christmas miracle.

In my defense, that was miraculous.

And another thing off my list.