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Good evening, now, Cockrove.

DJ Bob the Music Man here.

Just 10 days to Christmas.

And do we have a treat for you tonight?

Grab some hot cocoa, throw in your fuzzy socks, and get ready for the sweet,

wonderful harmony of our very own Grove crooner's barbershop.

Live in a downtown WAG studio.

And it's just a season to be jolly.

Merry Christmas.

Joe March here to see Susanna Gardner.

Susanna is expecting you.

You can head on in.

I'm Ms. Gardner.

Joe March.

I know who you are, Joe.

Please have a seat.

And call me Susanna.

It's very nice to meet you in person, Susanna.

I will believe me.

The honor is all mine.

When I took over the publisher's job here at Orchard House, I inherited our roster

of talented authors, but yours was the name that just popped off the page.

I cannot count the number of times that I've read one

of your Alexandra's adventures books to my grandkids.

It's so nice of you to say thank you.

And then during our merger, when I learned that you were

rebranding yourself as a young adult author, well, I was thrilled.

Uh, rebranding is a little strong.

I just want to keep challenging myself to grow as an author and explore fresh ideas,

so I can keep my readers engaged as they grow out of Alexandra's adventures.

Yeah, and that's good.

We totally support that.

True creatives are always pushing themselves.

Never content to stay within their comfort zone.

Which brings us to the latest draft of your new book.

So, what's the verdict?

What do you think of the story?

Technically, it's all there.

Your prose and penchant for description, as always, impeccable.

But it's missing that special Joe March heart that my grandchildren

and countless other children have fallen in love with.

Joe, you have always had a gift of sparking your young readers' imaginations.

I've seen you do it time and time again with Alexandra.

We're just asking that you give us that same

sense of wonder, but to a slightly older audience.

This draft feels remote.

The emotions don't feel authentic.

Uh, um...

This has been the first time writing for the teen audience, you know, drama,

friendship, heartbreak, everything's always changing in their world.

But if you just give me your notes, I'm sure I can deliver what you need.

Actually, I don't think my notes would be very productive, Joe.

What do you mean?

I want you to find a new story.

I've shared this with the Publishers Board and

they agree they would like for you to start over.

I page one rewrite.

Wow, um, that's, that's disappointing.

The Board is looking at the lineup for the new year, and they're very eager to shed

some of their older book deals that they've inherited from the former editorial team.

What do you mean, like, shed?

Joe, I want you to thrive.

But unfortunately, the clock is ticking, and to be frank, I will need a new proof

of concept to bring to the Board right after the first of the year.

Two weeks?

Oh, that's impossible.

I'm flying home in the morning for Christmas, a family tradition.

Well, maybe that's exactly what you need.

Go visit your family, have some eggnog, open up a pair of holiday socks.

Hey, who knows?

Maybe I'll even get a kiss under the old mistletoe.

Look, I love my hometown, but I'm not sure Al Capro of Tennessee

is where I'm going to find the next great young adult idea.

Try tapping into your own teenage years and experiences.

Memories are the banquet table of the imagination.

Uh, well, my growing up years were as safe, warm

and uneventful as a Norman Rockwell painting.

Now, try to enjoy your Christmas, and then write like the wind Joe.

Shut the door.

You didn't have any Christmas plans, did you?

Uh, actually, a ski trip of some friends.

Any chance you can put those on hold for a few days?

I wouldn't ask if it weren't important.

Why?

What's going on?

Did you see the author that just left my office?

No.

It was Joe March.

The kid's author?

I know if you love her books.

Yeah, she was one of the old publishers' favorites as well, but she's trying to

rebrand herself as a YA writer, and she's really struggling to find her voice.

I need you to find out why.

She lived in a city and set up a meeting?

Small problem with that.

Joe's heading home for the holidays.

Video call then?

I was thinking more along the lines of a house call.

For what?

I'm going to make you editor on this project.

And I need you to do what an editor does best for an author.

Mentor her, help her, find her spark.

Look a flight to Tennessee.

See if you can't help her get past this little creative impasse she's at.

Sure, yeah, no problem.

She'll love that.

I mean, I've always dreamed that my editor

would show up unannounced while I'm on vacation.

Look, I know this is highly unconventional for it,

so that the timing could not be more inconvenient.

But if Ms. March does not nail down her next proof of

concept, sadly her relationship with Orchard House is over.

Man, this new publishing board is ruthless.

And it's what it is.

And we are what we are.

Good editors bring good books to market.

And as nice as that young lady is, the new owners of this house will not coddle her.

Or us.

But don't bring some books to some best-seller list.

So what do you think, Fritz?

Can you help Joe March cross the finish line?

I hear Tennessee is beautiful this time of year.

Check your outfit and count as our car grows, because

there's just nine days to Christmas here at WAG radio.

So good to hear your voice in DJ Bob.

And if you're still looking for some good Christmas deals, don't forget to stop by

philanthropic gifts, our town's finest boutique shop and experience.

Joe's here!

Oh, how bad that missed you!

Who?

You two sis!

Everyone's made it home for Christmas this year.

Meg and Daisy just got in from Florida last night.

I've missed this place.

Where are the decorations?

Don't tell me mom didn't do her thing before the missions trip.

No, well, they're off building homes in Mexico.

They thought the four sisters could have fun putting up everything this year.

We were just waiting for our most imaginative sister to arrive.

Oh, joy!

Oh, speaking of, how's the novel coming along?

I thought it's brilliant.

Joe!

Oh, Amy!

Oh!

I told him not without mom and dad.

Oh, why does everyone keep asking me that?

Just because I'm the baby of the family, it doesn't

mean I don't know how to take care of myself.

Oh, sorry, Amy.

I forgot you're already 25.

And three quarters.

And besides, when mom and dad have been gone,

Beth has been living back home the last night.

No, no, only temporarily.

Mom and dad didn't want Amy to be lonely.

Well, they were away.

Who could be lonely when Laurie shows up every night for dinner?

So, how are you?

He's on the theater, Lawrence, do we?

He's the love of my life.

Oh.

He's so happy for you.

We're the both of you.

And Joe, do you say anything?

How's my favorite niece?

How can I be your favorite niece if I'm your own?

I'm smart as well, too.

Daisy, come help me find my iPhone.

Okay.

Hey!

Oh, my gosh.

I'm excited.

I'm excited.

Thank you so much, Josephine.

How was your flight?

You know, airports are crazy.

But it was totally worth it to get out of the rat

race and see you all, especially that little ladybug.

It was a little long.

Hey, listen, we heard about you in London.

So sorry, Joe.

Are you okay?

Oh, yeah, it's fine.

You know, we were just going in different

directions and it's better for me than it's all.

Yeah, but it still hurts.

I'm listening to what we are so proud of you.

It's important to take care of your heart.

Yeah.

How was Florida Meg?

Well, the army base is an alpha at growth, but...

Should we just miss you so much?

You know, sometimes I just wish we had a time machine.

We could go back to the moment and tear it together.

Me, too.

How does John get in?

Ah, hopefully in the next few days.

Yeah.

It's just been going from base to base in the Middle East for the last six months.

And I can't wait to see Daddy.

Okay, enough.

Mom and Dad sent me a video.

They wanted us all to watch as soon as Joe got in.

Okay.

The volunteer team is building five houses and a health clinic in a needy village.

And on their days off, they even get to explore in Sonata.

Oh, and they installed the peach boys in concert.

What, the peach boys?

Mm-hmm.

Apparently.

It's definitely the best cover band south of the border.

I think.

No, no, no.

Right there.

Okay, no, I think it's going.

I think it's going.

Okay, let's go.

Merry Christmas.

We really wish we could be there to help celebrate.

But when Pastor Henderson asked us to lead the Winter

Missions trip, I thought we couldn't say no to God's calling.

So...

It looks like our little women will be celebrating Christmas without us this year.

We know it's a new experience for everyone.

But don't worry, there are frozen casseroles that you can pop into the oven.

And plus, I made a list of everything you will need for the Christmas Eve dinner.

Right, right, along with instructions to my world famous outdoor lighting display.

Now, look, Amy, I know that Lori is going to be eager to want to help.

But please, don't let him hang too many strings on one circuit.

All our girl doesn't need a Christmas blackout.

Again.

But we know you will pull off the most magical Christmas ever.

Because you girls are a nomad of four strands that can never be broken.

And we are so proud of you!

We love you!

Yes.

Goodbye, darling, it's Merry Christmas!

So?

What a waiting point.

All right.

Amy, that's the top section in the middle section goes next.

What if it's perfectly?

What?

No!

Look at the diagram, okay?

The middle section goes right after the base.

What you're doing, it messes up the symmetry.

Doesn't that bother you?

A little as an artist?

Oh, it depends on what look you're going for.

Traditional Christmas tree.

That's the look we're going for.

Okay?

Old-fashioned it is?

It has to be in here somewhere.

Here it is!

Guys, remember I used to always love when mom put that up every year.

Oh, yeah, we did.

Hey!

Is that Josephine March I see?

Lori!

So nice to see you.

It's you.

Sorry I'm late, lunch rushed down the deli, and I apologize for the sweet smell

of cured meats, but it's proof this man's working to pay off his college loans.

Oh, I love that you're such a hard worker.

Hey, look at this.

Oh, you know, you're on a neutral that when she was five years old.

It's so good.

Yeah, it is.

She's always been the true artist in the family.

Oh, well thank you, but that might be a slight exaggeration.

Oh, that reminds me.

Did you hear back in the art schools you applied to?

Uh, I'm still waiting.

You know, maybe I'll hear back after the holidays, or maybe I won't.

It doesn't matter.

Well, I'm sticking with my prediction.

They all accept you, and there's a bidding war for your ignition.

Mom, what's that smell?

That's smoke.

No.

Oh.

So much for casseroles.

Never can be to pizza pie from Grinnell.

Hey, hey, hey.

Joe, you were starting to tell us about your new book earlier.

Mm.

It's a YA novel?

YA?

Like a yield analysis?

Yield analysis?

Yeah.

I learned about it in my economics class.

It's how a company evaluates quality and efficiency.

You all know how much I love a good database nonfiction book.

You can always count on you to impress us with your death and knowledge.

YA means young adult, you know, like teen fiction.

Oh, another excellent book genre.

That's exciting, Joe.

Joe, is it gotten hard to pivot genres like that?

It seems a lot different than writing kids' books.

Mm.

I love that one, Sandra Adventures.

Yeah, me too.

It's definitely a challenge, but you all know how I love me a challenge.

Oh, yes.

We all remember your high school graduation speech.

Life may have challenges, but you always have three pays available.

Passion, persistence, and pizza.

It's cold out, folks.

No snow yet, but DJ Bob's going to keep the Christmas hits rolling.

And how about a local celebrity Saturday?

Word is, famed author, Alcock Rose Vario, Joe March, is

back from New York to celebrate the season with her family.

Keep your eyes peeled for Joe March, type in her next

masterpiece at her favorite writing spot, the Stable Reserve.

Thank you, DJ Bob.

Ah, squeezing work into every free moment.

I have to, and I publish her once me to finish this project by the New Year.

Sounds fun.

Can I see what you have so far?

Oh, you know how I like to let my words marinate

before I share them with the people I love.

I'm fine.

So what was with the weirdness earlier between you and Amy?

What do you mean?

Well, you got a little defensive about moving back home.

No, I just, I didn't want to make a big deal about it at all.

You know how I like my independence?

Everything okay at the school?

Music teacher of the year?

It's my dream job.

I just, things always slow down over when it breaks.

So I thought, well, I'm here keeping tabs on Amy.

I volunteer at the Hummel House Youth Center.

Love that about you.

You're always looking for an opportunity to speak into kids' lives.

Is Ben Kirk still directing the job in the center?

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Taking dad's car to town.

Hi.

Well, can I get for you?

Uh, just black coffee, thank you.

Black coffee.

Simple man.

It's you.

Hi.

Do we know each other?

Um... Coffee?

Just black?

Thank you.

You know, I've been coming here for years and I've

never heard anyone order just a black coffee before.

Yeah, I, uh...

I'm not a big fan of the fancy-flavored sugary-sprinkly drinks.

You know, there's nothing better than the

bold notes of a straight from the bean brew.

Fascinating.

Joe, here's your four-pump pumpkin spice cappuccino with

cinnamon sprinkles topped off with oat milk foam top.

Thank you, Sally.

You're welcome.

I love my sugary sparkly drink so much.

Can you add it to go cup?

Oh, yeah, sure.

So, Mr. Bold notes, you were going to explain how you need me?

Oh, right.

Uh, my name's Friedrich.

People call me Fritz.

Josephine.

People call me Joe.

Joe, Mark, as I live in a hurry.

Oh!

Pastor Henderson, that was going to see you.

Likewise, I heard DJ Bob on the radio talking about you being back in town.

Listen, I'm so glad you came home.

I went dream of spending Christmas anywhere else.

Is this the landing that your parents have been going on and on about?

Uh, no.

In fact, we went our separate ways several months ago.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Uh, this is Fritz.

We actually just met, totally by chance,

completely out of the blue, barely even said hello.

Yeah, okay.

Fritz, bear.

All right, nice to meet you Fritz.

Now what brings you to Alcock Road?

I'm a travel rider.

I like to visit small towns.

So I thought it's been a few days here and see how you guys celebrate Christmas.

Well, you came to the right place.

We like to do Christmas up here.

So I think you'll love that.

Joe, I need to know.

I love this year's Christmas Eve service.

We wouldn't miss it.

That service has been a tradition in this town for over a century.

I'd love to have you two Fritz.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

I don't know how long I'll be in town, but if I am here, I'd love to.

Okay.

Well, it's good to see you both.

And hopefully I'll see you soon.

God bless you.

So you're a rider.

A rider, editor, been editing to pay bills.

Uh, I'm a rider too.

Children's books mostly.

Right.

That's how I know you, Joe.

March, I've read some of your books to my nephews.

You recognize me from the headshot on the sleeve of my books?

Yeah, you know, pretty good faces.

You know, I could use someone to show me around town for the travel story.

We could talk right, since we both had that in common.

What do you say?

Um, you know, I'm kind of crazed right now.

I think it's a hard deadline.

Right.

Yeah.

Understood.

No problem.

It was so nice to meet you.

Have a go.

Nice to meet you.

Joe.

New story concept.

What are you guys doing?

March, sisters, Christmas shopping trip.

Mm-hmm.

I was getting some writing done.

You got to do not the rest of you here.

This is the one time of year that we get you.

And as Mom always says, we are a sister not a four-strans.

Not easily broken.

Fine.

Not easily broken.

A club!

Oh, hey!

Hey, how are you?

You enjoying town?

I am.

Hi, Ken.

Joe, who's your friend?

Oh, no, he's not.

He's just a travel writer passing through town.

You must be one of the March sisters.

Yes, I am one of them.

So tell me a little bit about yourself.

You got a wife or a girlfriend?

I don't know.

I'm just here by myself.

If you're writing a story about Alcott Grove,

nobody knows our town's history better than Joe.

No, no, there are plenty of other people.

Stop.

You were the perfect person to show Prince the sides.

You know, I was just suggesting that yesterday.

Absolutely not.

No way.

I mean, I already explained to Fritz that I'm up against her hard deadline.

Oh, Joe, you have two weeks to finish your story.

Come on, show this man some Alcott Grove hospitality.

Well, seems I've been overruled by the executive sisterhood.

I'll show you around town in one condition.

All right.

If you end up writing a story, you have to run it by me before you go to print.

No offense.

I just need to make sure we're not part of some clickbait piece.

Well, I would never write something like that, but still.

Stable reserve in an hour?

See you there.

When were you ever going to tell us you met that Hanson writer?

Never.

He's going to hear you.

Oh, I see you've already finished your blended candy bar with a whisper of coffee.

Are you one of those guys that writes jokes ahead of time and rehearses them?

No, I'm usually in the moment, but I did come up with that one after we first met.

Case I had to get fortune running into you again.

Speaking of coffee, I think that they have a

big urn of flavorless black behind the counter.

No, I'm all good.

I got my caffeine boost this morning.

I'm all amped up and ready for a big tour.

Follow me.

Yes, ma'am.

So how are you feeling about your deadline?

Honestly, I wish I didn't have it hanging over my head.

Worked really hard to get it in before Christmas break,

and now I got to start all over with a new concept.

Why'd you want to know?

Well, just making conversation.

What book are you working on?

Oh, it's a young adult novel.

That's your first one, right?

How'd you know that?

I might have Googled you.

Your writers were a profile that only mentioned

children's books, not young adult novels.

Okay, I'm going to googled you to Frederick Bear.

Although I only found your travel by lensing five years ago.

Yeah, you know, after an walk around the world for so many

years, I kind of had to get a day job to make ends meet.

The freelance life?

Yeah.

Well, we should be getting back on the horse.

You're a really good writer.

Wow.

Thank you.

That's high praise coming from someone such devoted fans, including my nephews,

which reminds me I'm in a new selfie with me before the entire time.

Thank you.

So according to your writer's world wiki, your research is taking you mountain

climbing in Europe, then surfing in Latin America?

Asia too, and in Africa.

But I haven't updated my profile in years.

Okay, continent dropper.

Here I am, just a simple country peasant who's intrigued you with my rustic charms.

I didn't mean it like that.

All right, here's one of our spots.

I'm not the first to bubble or anything, but I think it's closed.

Wow, keynote observation skills journalist.

What's the occasion?

So, Louisa May, the owner of the Merck, closes down the restaurant

to provide free brunch to veterans and first responders.

It all started about 15 years ago when Louisa's family lost

her brother Garrett who was serving in the Middle East.

And as you can imagine, you hit the family very hard.

Hey, Charlie.

So they started a program to honor Garrett's

memory and serve those who serve the rest of us.

That's incredible.

And not just at Christmas.

They do it every week.

Well, you know my dad served when I was a kid?

Marines.

Semper five.

Always faithful.

I can see how this must mean a lot to the kid.

It does.

People come from all over, not just in town.

Joe March.

I heard you were back.

I didn't think I'd see you today.

I wanted to show my new friend Fritz around

town and what it means to live in Alcott Grove.

Well, welcome, Fritz.

Thank you.

Glad it's inspatulous.

Oh, okay.

Sure.

Yeah.

You make a pretty mean flapjack.

Wonderful.

Come on.

Hi.

I told you I make a pretty mean flapjack.

Thanks for volunteering me.

I think you're really going to like this place.

Good job, my wife.

Keep going.

I'll be right back.

I know Hummel House would be one of the stops on your walk about?

Yeah, I thought it'd be nice to show Fritz a drop in center.

I didn't know you'd be here.

Oh, yeah.

I have a few lessons lined up this afternoon, trying

to give at least a few hours to the kids every day.

Fritz, meet my sister Beth.

Joe's very younger sister.

And how badly.

Well, it's nice to meet you, Beth.

So, what happened to you at the Hummel House?

Well, this used to be the percentage for the pastor of the Alcott Grove Community

Church at the pastor's house, you know, a long time ago.

But back in the 70s, I think, they converted it

to an after-school center for the kids in town.

Some are marginalized, some in the system, some foster kids.

But, um, all are welcome.

Welcome home, Joe.

Beth.

Good to have you.

Hey, Ben Kirk, director of the center.

Ben, good to meet you.

Fritz Baer.

What brings you to our little corner of the world, Fritz?

Well, I'm researching a possible travel story on how small towns celebrate

Christmas, and Joe has helped me fall in love with Alcott Grove.

Well, the March family's been here forever.

They know everything about this town.

Not everything.

Yeah.

So, it looks like the Hummel House has been putting Beth's talents to work?

Oh, she'll never admit it, but she's a rock star.

My assistant moved out of state last month.

I literally wouldn't be able to keep this place going without her.

Rocks are with a heart of gold and humble all at the same time.

Okay, we're not narrating a documentary here.

Only you could stick around for after Christmas.

Your middle school students are lucky to have you.

What will we do without you?

So, Ben, how did you end up director here?

Uh, let me show you around.

So, I was a foster kid growing up, so I came here a lot.

After college, I started volunteering.

And the previous director, she offered me the role.

I can't imagine doing anything else.

Sounds like the amazing work here, Ben.

She's a natural.

Oh, you should also hear her sing.

She just needs a little help with her confidence.

Oh, my name is someone else, I know.

Thanks to the tour, this community is amazing.

So, you don't need to research any other small town spirit piece?

Nope, I think I see everything I need right here.

Alcogro is perfect.

Well, I should get some more writing done in the morning, but there's a few other

places that you need to see.

Why don't you come by the house tomorrow around noon and we can drive together?

Okay, yeah, something's good.

There you go.

Hey, Joe.

Yeah?

I, um...

Noon's perfect.

Or give me the morning to have a call with my brothers.

Better put on an ugly sweater, folks, because I can

sense these clouds want to give us a flurry or two.

Either way, bundle up by that fire and enjoy an evening with your loved ones.

Hey, Joe.

Getting some writing in?

Trying to, at least.

You heard anything from John?

He was supposed to arrive today, but last I heard from

Emma, he was going to be delayed a couple more days.

Starting to get a little nervous.

He's going to do everything he can to be here in time.

Sounds like Daisy.

My girl sees no possibility other than our daddy walk and straighten to that door.

What in the world is that sound?

Oh, that's just a flurry.

He volunteered to put up the lights.

At night?

He said he wanted us to experience the full effect

of the lights turning on for the first time.

So, tell us everything about your day, trying to tell him with Mr. Tall.

He had some instinct.

Stop.

Okay, he seems like he's actually a decent guy.

What are you annoyed that we sort of played matchmaker?

Sort of.

What is it?

Hey, girls.

Come outside.

You don't want to see this.

What are we waiting on Clark Griswold?

Haha.

I want us all to be together when I hit the switch, okay?

Alright.

Let's do this.

One.

Really?

Okay.

Are you sure you hooked everything up right?

Yeah, I mean, I checked your dad's diagram down to a tee.

The whole check and a triple check did.

Can you see me?

Yeah.

A long one.

Yeah.

This looks... Yeah.

I'm gonna miss you.

Fantastic night.

It sounded like my dad.

Hey, she's there.

How's it going, Fritz?

You know how I wasn't too thrilled to lay my Christmas ski trip?

Well, all caught grilled is starting to grow on me.

I told you it wasn't going to be so bad.

How's Joe doing?

Honestly, I didn't mean for this to happen,

but I've made it a little awkward for myself.

I haven't figured out a way to tell her who I really am or why I'm here.

Why is that?

Well, back when I was freelancing, I had this editor that hounded me day and night.

How's the article coming?

Do you have enough sources?

Are you still gonna hit the deadline, you know, stuff like that?

Stressful.

Exhausting.

Frankly, it made my writing worse.

So let me get this straight.

You're worried that you're going to mentor all the creativity right out of her?

Yeah, something like that.

Okay, you can approach this however you see fit.

But I don't see how you can possibly help her if you're not honestly representing

yourself, especially with the clock ticking on her future with this company.

I know.

I know.

Joe's been showing me around how caught grilled, and it's...

Oh, it's inspiring me to put my travel rider hat back on again.

Okay, you need to remember why you're there for it.

It's not for you.

It's to help Joe rediscover her inspiration.

Please tell me that you're keeping this strictly professional.

Absolutely.

It's just, you know, the more I get to know her, I sort of relate to where she's at.

Tender experience.

Right.

Writers.

I just don't want to see her get hurt.

She's a good person.

Well, of course she is.

And the best way that you can protect her is

to make sure she comes up with that person.

Do not get distracted from your duties as her editor.

I won't.

Dizzy, Daddy's calling.

Yay!

Hi, Daddy.

Hey, sweetheart.

Hey, oh, it is so good to see your faces.

I miss you, Daddy.

Yeah, well, guess what?

I miss you more, baby girl.

Hey, how's it been spending time with your aunties?

Fun.

When are you coming home for Christmas, Daddy?

Well, just as soon as I am able, okay?

Well, Christmas isn't sick days.

DJ Bob on the radio said so.

Well, he's not wrong.

Good old DJ Bob, huh?

Where would the world be without him?

Hey, Dizzy, why don't you go help set up the activities then?

Okay, Mom.

Bye, Daddy.

Love you, sweet girl.

I love you too.

So, how's the schedule really looking?

Well, with everything going on in the world right now, they've really pulled up

the timeline on these rangers.

They just want them ready to go.

In case any office become necessary.

And they're supposed to be prioritizing officers with families for leave, but.

..

I'm not going to sugarcoat it, Mike.

It's not looking good for me to be home by Christmas Eve.

Mike, hey, baby.

Listen, trust me, I would trade anything in the world to be making it too right now.

Oh, no.

My captain.

You know, this is the life of service that we're committed to.

I'm so proud of you.

We both are.

I just wish you could be at two places at once.

Yeah, me too.

Love you, man.

I love you more, John.

So, Joe, who's this international man of mystery I've been hearing about?

His name is Prince.

Interesting name.

Does that mean you land in?

Oh, no.

Landen's ancient history.

Well, I think it's great you're seeing someone new.

I'm not seeing anyone.

I just met him a couple of days ago.

Wow.

Oh, except that's him here to pick you up for your day, right?

It's not a date.

Oh.

No, we're saying that.

Don't say anything.

What did I miss?

Hey.

Hi.

Um.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Fritz, right?

That's Swedish?

A German surfer Friedrich.

A German?

Two years of German at high school.

My name's Theodore Lawrence, but the world knows me by my childhood nickname, Lori.

Ah, right.

Lori surfer Lawrence, right?

You got it.

It's good to meet you, Lori.

Likewise.

Okay, good.

Introduction's complete.

Time to go without further commentary from anyone else.

Okay, come on.

What was that?

Mm-hmm.

Sorry about that back at the house.

Sorry about what?

Our own brand of March Madness.

You didn't notice my family members being overly concerned about my life?

You know, every family has their little quirks, but I can definitely see the love

you have for each other too.

You know, ever since my got married, she's the oldest.

My sisters and now Lori seem a little annoyingly

concerned about my love life as if I'm the next in line.

Well, you know, I totally get it.

My mom passed away a few years ago from her condition.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Thank you.

But before she passed, every time I come on from the trip, she

tap her watch and say, life's too short to go out it alone.

She made me promise to settle down one day.

You know, I've come close a couple times.

She also warned me not to settle for the wrong person.

It's good advice.

You know, I can tell the March sisters are very close.

Be honest, it makes me kind of ambious.

My brother and I aren't that close in age, so I

don't get to see him or my nephews all that often.

Yeah, we are really close.

My mom calls us a sister knot.

Sister knot?

Yeah, like a four-stranded rope knot in the middle.

Two strands are stronger than one.

Three strands are stronger than two, and four strands makes that knot unbreakable.

It comes from the wisdom of King Solomon.

You know, I love that, actually.

I hope you quit that, and you're a young adult now.

Oh, the book I'm writing is fiction, not biographical.

Well, if you ever do write that book, I'd love to read it.

Hey!

So I took you to Hummel House.

This is the place that gave birth to it.

The Congregational Church has been around since the early 1900s.

The founding pastor was a traveling pastor named Harold

Elcott, passing through town and about called to stay.

So the town's named after him?

Mm-hmm, exactly.

And then when Christmas, during the Spanish flu pandemic,

the people in town were two-six to leave their home.

So Reverend Elcott hitched up his wagon and got food and supplies and medicine to

all their homes and prayed over all the family members.

Risking his own health.

Mm-hmm.

And on his way back to the church, he got caught up in some heavy fog.

He didn't have great eyesight.

He started to panic.

And in the distance, he saw faint light.

And it turns out his wife, Ruby, lit candles in all of the church windows,

hoping it would lead him home.

And it did.

Wow, a little Christmas miracle.

Mm-hmm.

You know, you have a great memory for details.

Well, I did an essay on it in high school.

Mm-hmm.

But that's why the Christmas Eve service means so much to us.

You know, the light of faith led him home,

the same way it does to all of us each year.

Well, I love that.

But I'm definitely including that in my story.

Mm-hmm.

If I ever get to write it...

You know the pastor's invite still stands.

You should come.

If you're still in town.

You know, I've already made up my mind about that.

I'm staying right here.

You're catching the Alcott Grove Christmas spirit.

Gee.

My check to sweetheart.

Thank you, my Christmas take share.

Oh.

Well, that is so beautiful, Daisy.

It's a special surprise for Dad.

What are the angelings for?

They're always going to get home.

What's the look for, Mommy?

The clocks don't need reasons.

I'm just so proud of how sweet and powerful you are.

Hey.

I get so lucky to have a daughter like you.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Maybe God had something to do with it.

Yeah.

Yeah, I bet he did.

And he did.

And he did.

Can I play too?

Of course, Daisy.

Absolutely.

Take your hand.

Here in the middle.

Good.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

We almost didn't do the party tonight.

Oh, no.

We have an infestation of four grown adults eating here.

We keep running out of everything.

Oh, I'm sorry.

We'll talk to Beth and Meg.

See if we can help with some of his shopping.

Takes a little stress off.

Oh, sorry for venting.

There's just so much going on.

So many decisions to me.

Decisions like what?

I don't know why I said that.

Forget it.

You want something to do with Lori?

Yes.

And no.

Well, you know, keeping it to yourself is not how we do things around here.

It goes against the sister rules.

I've gone into the art school in Chicago.

I haven't told everyone yet.

Or anyone.

You're the first.

Why is this a secret?

I'm so excited.

This is so big.

Okay.

Because that's what happens with Lori.

I mean, I mean, we're in such a good place together and it's such a big change.

She's just not going to want to follow me to Chicago.

She asked me yet.

No.

Just be honest with him.

If you two love each other and it's pretty apparent to all of us that you do.

He's going to be so thrilled because it's such a big win.

Your relationship can survive as if it's still right.

And it is.

I didn't mean to break up because you were going in different directions in life.

No.

Well, I mean, yeah, but Lori's not playing.

Come on.

Give him a chance.

Okay.

I'm so excited.

Okay.

Hey, Alcock Grove.

Get those Christmas candles out of storage.

Pastor Henderson himself is promising us the

most special midnight service we have ever seen.

And Alcock Grove, I don't know if we're going to finally get that snow.

But I hope to see you there.

Hey, hey, hey.

Me to hand.

When you said you were getting into the Christmas

spirit, I thought you meant ugly sweater.

Yeah, well, Ben had this costume in storage and couldn't resist.

Well, what about the beard?

Well, the one in the box was pretty mangy, but I think if I try hard enough,

I could grow mine out in the next few days.

Hmm.

Five o'clock shadow, Santa.

We interrupting a moment?

Oh, no, no.

Well, Brits didn't have any plans, so you offered to help.

Well, that's sweet of you.

Both of you.

We're just going to go rehearse for the Christmas Eve service.

Wait, how'd you do that?

Call it a hidden talent.

Problem solving, hidden talent, five o'clock shadow, Kendall Santa.

Ooh, you know what?

That sounds like a new children's book.

You ever feel like you're pretending to be someone or not?

Well, what do you mean?

Well, imagine you push for an assignment, and they say, yes.

And you get so excited about the opportunity, and you

have all these great ideas, and then none of them work.

And then suddenly you feel like a complete imposter.

Imposter syndrome.

Joe, and honestly, I get that on every project I work on.

Really?

Yeah.

But you know what I'm learning?

You have to turn off that old memory machine.

You have to remember what you were made to be.

And you have to remind yourself the joy you feel when

you write something that turns the light on in others.

Don't tell me the moon is shining.

Show me the glint, and the broken glass, and lift my heart.

Wow.

That's an unbelievably beautiful term of phrase.

Thank you.

But the last part may or may not have been Anton Chekhov.

But...

When I write my kids books, it's all talking art arts and singing walruses and

an elephant that does sign language with this trunk.

I'm just inspired by the beauty of growing up with my family.

I mean, sure there's conflict, but we always got past it with love and imagination.

Singing walruses, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Who else would defend the nine narwhals of the North Pole?

Well, yeah, obviously.

My goal with this new one is to reach older, more sophisticated readers.

But all I remember about my teenage years was self-doubt, confusion, and heartbreak.

I guess that's why I have to keep staring over.

I can't imagine how hard it must be to change the genres like that.

I can't admit any of this to my publisher.

I think they're starting to lose patience.

Thank you, guys.

I'm confident you could do it again.

Laura, don't stop.

Keep going.

You sound amazing.

I don't know.

When people start listening, I sort of... three's up.

I'm sorry.

I understand.

It's happened to me, too, stage fright.

There's no way that I can sing at the church in front of all those people.

Don't even think about that right now, okay?

You just keep practicing for you.

Nobody else.

We can decide about Christmas Eve later, okay?

Okay, got this.

Thanks for helping me today.

I don't want to out talk, bro.

He's rubbing off on me.

One of our little towns values.

Yeah, the rest of the world can learn a little bit from him.

You know, talking with you has really lifted some clouds for me.

I wish you around any time I needed a pep talk.

Well, it has been my pleasure.

So, where is home when you're not researching Christmas Counts?

Mm-hmm.

New York, actually.

No way.

Me, too.

What part?

Brooklyn Heights, you?

Williamsburg, almost neighbors.

Well, you know, maybe we could hang out next time we're both back in the city.

Are you asking me out on a date?

No.

Well, maybe.

Isn't that kind of what we're doing right now?

I guess.

Once I get this story across the finish line,

you know, so maybe, uh, check back with me?

I have it, too.

I should probably get home.

Right.

I'll see you tomorrow, I hope.

Yeah, I can see you tomorrow.

Look, I'm here, Joe.

You know what, Daisy?

I am.

That's good, because you look kind of sad lately.

Really?

Yeah, but now your eyes are smiling.

Ready to go ice-skating, Daisy?

Yes, please.

I'm gonna go get my jacket on.

Does that cheery demeanor have anything to do with frips?

No.

Maybe.

Okay, yes.

I might have shared a little moment last night.

Like, you're good?

Where are we?

13.

Okay, it was just a little peg.

Okay, it details now.

So we started talking about writing, and this guy is as much of a word nerd as me.

And he just starts opening up to me, and I might have let him into my soul, too.

And then it just kind of happens.

I am so happy for you, after what happens with Landon.

I just want you to find someone who respects you

for the incredible person you are, for all of you.

Well, I'm thrilled that you found that with Lori.

Although your poker face needs some work, you didn't tell him the news yet?

Not yet.

Come on in, Amy, let's go!

Well, let's go later.

Alcott Grove, just three more sleeps until Christmas Eve, folks.

And all that faith, love and joy that we cherish.

Which is why there's going to be great music and

celebration over at the Congregational Church.

Speaking of music, our very own Mason Riser is here

with his beautiful rendition of, Oh Holy Night.

The stars are so beautiful.

He's really good.

Yeah, the whole family's amazing.

They have such pipes.

So, what's W-A-G Radio's place in Alcott Grove's story?

Wait a minute, guess.

Long ago, one Christmas Eve lightened, struck the radio tower, and caused the

blackout across the whole greater Alcott Grove.

My little town's winning you over, isn't it?

It's not the only thing winning me over.

Well, believe it or not, there's no epic backstory to wag, unless you count DJ Bob

Brunson tooling into town in this red porch speedster and never leaving.

What about this one?

Oh.

What do you think, Nora?

We could put it next to the piano.

Hey, you too.

Hey.

Yeah, I think this is the one, kids.

Can you take them inside, let the owner know

we want this not correct or throw on my house?

Sure thing.

Okay.

They'd like to pick new decorations for the center of your Christmas.

Aww.

Ben, what are you going to do when Beth has to go back to school in January?

I don't even want to think about it.

If she didn't already have a job, I'd hire her on the spot.

Anyway, I got to go pay for this.

It was nice to see you guys.

See you.

Ben is a thing for your sister.

I hope so.

She deserves someone to be her biggest fan.

So, I normally don't let my guard down so fast, but I feel like I can trust you.

Wanted to let you know that your pep talk really paid off when we last night.

From what way?

I got a burst of inspiration, and when the sun

came up, I had a totally new proof of concept.

You were riding all night?

Mm-hmm.

Got in the zone.

It felt amazing.

I can't tell you how I believed I'm here.

Relieved?

Like, as her fellow writer or what?

Yeah, all of it.

You know, I care about you.

I want to see you succeed.

Any chance you'd want to read it and give me your honest feedback?

I'd be happy to.

Yes, you so.

No!

I don't want to.

Bye!

Three days in counting.

I know I'm counting with you, babe.

Hey, listen.

There was some news this morning when I woke up.

My Christmas leave is being denied again.

John.

We miss you so much.

This is just really hard.

I know.

I know I miss you, too.

I'll make it up to you and Daisy.

Some way, somehow.

I know you will.

You have to be brave for us, so we'll be brave for you, too.

No.

You're the bravest woman I know.

Daisy's working on a surprise for you.

She's sweet like her mama is.

Come on, now you're making me cry.

These guys will help.

Me too.

Hey.

I've put up a prayer, too, on these walls over the years.

Me too.

They've all been bad, Amy.

Thanks for your help, Joe, and help me shop for her.

Ooh.

Hey, what about...

Something like this?

I like it, but Amy's really picky about what jewelry is show where.

Yeah.

Maybe you set a candle?

Uh...

Why is this dill?

We sprinkle this in our turkey sandwiches at work.

Maybe look for something that appeals to her artistic side.

Like what?

You're her boyfriend.

Yeah, but you're her sister.

I'm internationally known as being mediocre at gift-giving.

Just keep your eyes open.

Hey, you remember greater than less than math from elementary school?

Yeah.

Oh, Amy's greater than... I'm the other one.

That's not really how math works.

It's too.

I mean, she's a talented artist, and...

I feel like she's about my pay grade.

Laurie, does Amy love you?

I think so.

So, if you are less than, that means Amy has poor taste.

And how would that be possible if she's such a great artist?

Wait, you're right.

We all know I'm hopeless romantic.

Mm-hmm.

Thanks, Joe.

Besides, I've been talking to Amy about you.

And I've never heard a gush about anyone we should ask about you.

She adores you.

And she wants a future with you.

A future?

Mm-hmm.

Remind me of Christmas, Susanna, just the person I was hoping to talk to.

It's important.

Okay, but I was just about to pin you with really good news about Joe.

Yeah, I'm afraid it's too late.

What do you mean, it's too late?

The pub board told me to pull the plug.

Wait, I thought she had until the new year.

So did I.

But Joe just handed me a new proof of concept that she really... loves.

Can't you go back to the board for some more time?

Have you read it?

I was just about to.

She asked me to read it and give her my nose.

So you finally told her why you're really there?

No, not exactly, but it's still working out the way you hoped.

Fritz, I know you've grown fond of her, but the

board wants to start the new year with a clean slate.

Out with the old deals and with the new.

She is going to be wrecked.

I'm not at all happy without this has shaken out, but it's out of my hands.

Sometimes our business leaves no space for feelings.

Well, for writers who pour their hearts and souls

into their projects, it is always about feelings.

Not just business.

I know.

So when are you going to tell her?

I'm going to call her.

She's a pro.

She'll bounce back.

One way or another.

Please, Susanic, this isn't right.

Fritz, I just want to thank you for giving it a try.

I'm just... Sorry it was to no avail.

I truly am.

I guess now you can get started on that ski trip.

From her house by the river, the Beaver Princess saw the warines approaching,

and she knew it wouldn't be long before they collapsed the dam.

Flooding the Beaver Kingdom.

If only there was something she could do.

Some way to defend what was rightfully hers.

And then she remembered.

Beth, do you mind taking over for a second?

How was the Beaver Princess ever to save the River Kingdom from the Wolverines?

Hey, I didn't know you were stopping by.

What is it?

I, um...

I haven't been completely truthful with you.

What do you mean?

Well, I really was a travel rider back in the day, and I

would really love to do a Christmas piece on Alcott Grove.

Right.

But it's not the only reason I'm here.

Okay, what is happening right now?

I worked for Orchard House, and I was recently promoted to associate editor there.

So, uh... Susanna, she sent you here to spy on me.

To babysit me, make sure I'm writing.

Is that what this is?

I'm such an idiot.

Joe, there's really more to it.

She assigned me as the editor to your book

project because she wants to see you succeed.

Well, she thought maybe I could help encourage you.

You know, I wanted to tell you when we first

met, but it never seemed like the right time.

And every day that went by, how hard it is to say something.

And I don't think Susanna wanted to do this, but the publishing board has decided

to cancel your contract.

You know, I figure for her, this is just business.

But I never thought for a second that's who you were.

It's not who I am.

You know, here I thought finally made me is a guy who doesn't

have any other agenda, other than just following for me.

That part is true, Joe.

That is the theme of my life lately.

I go out in an emotional limb, and people cut out the branch behind me.

Joe, look, I know how it seems, but you have to believe me.

The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you.

Joe, my feelings for you are real.

And I just keep thinking, what if we bumped into each

other in the city and said, all happened naturally?

The more time I spent with you, the more I wished

that this was real, and not some work thing.

I don't know what is real anymore.

I shouldn't have deceived you, Joe.

I am so, so sorry.

Now, from young adults to apocalyptic fiction in five

minutes, I let you into my heart, and I trusted you with it.

It seems like all you really cared about was my writing samples, so...

I guess that's where the story ends.

Christmas Eve is finally here at Cockrove, and from WAG radio, which is basically

yours truly, we wish you a blessed Christmas with all the people that love you.

I think she's still there.

Yeah.

Joe, you've been moping on the couch the last two days.

Fritz went back to New York, don't let him keep you down.

It's Christmas Eve and you're skulking.

Skulking?

One K, not two.

Okay, Mary and Webster, not the point.

Joe, we hate seeing you like this.

If God wanted you to go through this alone, he wouldn't have given you a sister or not.

I just feel so ashamed.

I leaped with my heart and these guys stomped on it.

Wait, what do you mean these guys first landed and now Fritz?

Well, wait, I thought you were the one who broke things off with Flandin.

I haven't been completely honest with you guys.

I was just too embarrassed.

One night, he asked me to dinner to tell me something

important, and I literally thought he was gonna propose.

And instead, he tells me that he's fallen for someone who's a better match for him.

Says I'm so sorry.

I knew I never liked that guy.

He always acted so self-important.

It's not about him or Fritz, it's about me.

I just keep telling myself I'm not gonna get hurt like that again, and...

Am I broken?

You're not broken, Joe.

You are the strongest person I know with the warmest heart.

Don't blame yourself for what happened with Fritz.

We pushed you into that, remember?

We totally did.

You were guarding your heart and we told you to stop playing it safe.

We had no idea you were still hurting.

Clearly, you're a better judge of character than we are.

Thank you.

It's gonna hurt a little while, but... Thank you, girls, for being there for me.

What about your book project?

I guess I'm gonna have to look for a new publishing house.

Hey, Alexander's adventures will go on, and so will Joe Marchets.

I owe you guys an apology.

For what?

I've just been so worried about John making

it home that I failed my oldest sister duties.

No, listen, I can tell all three of you have been going through some stuff and...

just forgive me for not paying attention like I should have.

It's Christmas, okay?

So, my heart is open for business if any of you need it.

Mine, too.

Same.

Alka Grove, here's Rodney Eldridge with his very own new original.

All my favorite people gathered around the table.

There's a cozy fire and sprinkling lights.

And God, I love this time of year.

Sisters in the kitchen.

Those cookie smell delicious.

Filling up on love and cheer.

All we really need is right here.

In a hometown Christmas.

A hometown Christmas.

A red and ever green, all the caroling.

It's a festive scene.

I'm glad to be in a hometown Christmas.

A hometown Christmas.

Thanks for my darling, Amy.

You're welcome, Daisy.

I'm Lori pitched into.

I'm happy that Santa's not the only one who gives presents.

This one's for you, Aunt Beth.

Thank you.

We had it engraved with your name in the date

you started teaching at the middle school.

You know, you can't wait to get back to conducting your choir.

Wait, what's wrong, Beth?

I'm, uh, I'm not a music teacher anymore.

I got laid off a few months ago.

Oh, no.

Beth.

It's the real reason I came back home and I've been volunteering at Hummel House.

I just, I was afraid to tell you all.

I have read about this budget cuts at the school district.

That was you too.

All the arts teachers here.

It was my dream job.

And now it's gone.

I'm sorry, I didn't tell you.

Beth, God has given you a wonderful gift of music for a reason.

He's not done with you.

Dad's always told us that who we are isn't what

we do for work, but what we do for other people.

And you are the epitome of kindness and compassion and nothing will ever change that.

I believe it or not.

I kind of guess what happened.

You did?

Yeah.

But we wanted to get you the baton anyway.

I mean, it's only a matter of time before you're back helping

students find and plus the world with their musical gifts.

And nothing can keep you from what you were going to do.

Thank you, Amy.

Thank you, all of you.

Speaking of secrets, Daisy, you bring that gift to Amy?

Thank you too, Laurie.

Jill encouraged me.

We were out shopping to be bold, so I decided to go bigger, go home.

Could have gotten you a candle or an organic kind

of lost me from locally sourced materials, but...

I love you, Amy Curtis March.

I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Please marry me.

Laurie, yes.

But...

Here's the butt.

I don't know what to do.

I got accepted into the Academy of Art in Chicago on a full scholarship,

and I'm enrolled for the spring semester.

I'm supposed to start next month.

That's amazing, Amy.

I mean, this is your dream.

I'm so proud of you.

But it's not amazing.

I mean, what are we supposed to do?

There were so many times I wanted to tell you, but I thought

you would break up with me because this is your home.

And now you've asked me to marry you, and it's a total mess.

Amy, I love you.

My home is wherever you go.

I'll go anywhere with you.

Well, I love Chicago.

Hot dogs, deep dish pizza, to bears.

Listen, go into the schools, your dream.

Let's go and get your dream together, okay?

I

love you so much.

I knew you would come.

Sean.

Hey.

Hey.

Sean.

Hey.

What's up?

I don't understand.

I mean, neither.

Christmas miracle, I suppose.

I just kept asking upstairs.

You know, next time you knew I had a fruit seed on a sea monastery.

Then you'd have to have a collage.

Surprise.

This is amazing.

Hi, everybody.

Welcome home.

Daddy, I got a present for you.

What?

I love presents, especially when I'm from you.

Let's see, okay?

Knowing you is just a wonderful piece of artwork.

Is that me?

Yes.

I have wings.

I told you I would get home with the wings, Mommy.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, I love it.

Sorry.

Hey,

there's another gift.

It's from Grandma and Grandpa.

They're my sisters.

Oh.

Joe, you want to do the honors?

Precious daughters, we pray your first Christmas Eve

without us as a night of miracles for all of you.

Well, you can say that again.

Your dad and I wanted to do something special for you.

The Bible says that a court of three strands is not easily broken.

That's the bond that you sisters have always had, and we pray you always will.

Where are these sister not necklaces with pride and remember that no matter where

you are in the world, you will always be the March sisters.

Nothing can ever divide family.

Merry Christmas.

Love, Mom, and Dad.

Hey, everyone.

Sorry to ruin this tender family moment, but are we heading to church?

Oh.

Hi.

For unto us, a child is born.

A son is given.

And the government shall be upon his shoulders.

And his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, the mighty God, the Prince of

Peace, the everlasting Father.

Friends, I don't know what you're facing tonight.

I don't know what you're going through.

But what I can tell you is that you will find

the answer in God's miracle of Christmas.

You see, the Christmas story is a story of love.

And that love sets us free.

That love gets us through some of the toughest times.

And that love brings us home.

That's why we're here tonight on this Christmas Eve to celebrate that love.

Now, would y'all give a nice Alcock Grove welcome

to someone that's near and dear to my heart?

I'm talking about my mama.

Bertie Henderson is here, and she's coming to sing a very special song.

We're going to sing together.

Would y'all make her feel welcome?

Come on, mama.

There's a joy at Christmas and the world awaits.

The joy of Christmas, the joy of faith, to

all who may wonder under lights by the tree.

The joy of Christmas is for you and for me.

There, there'll be joy to all on this blessed day.

There, there'll be joy.

I pray when it comes your way.

Sing joy.

Sing joy.

Sing about joy.

Here comes Santa Claus.

Oh, joy.

Right down.

Santa Claus.

Oh, joy.

Oh, joy.

There's a joy at Christmas.

There's a joy for all, every girl and boy.

Bring in the holidays and remember what we serve.

There is a joy at Christmas, but a special day.

Joy to the world, not to the joy it brings.

Joy to all, that's why we sing.

Joy and Christmas, and the world awaits.

There's a joy at Christmas and that's our turn.

Joy and Christmas.

Thank you for listening.

Joy and Christmas.

Joy to the world.

Joy to the world.

The Lord is called.

The Lord is right.

The Lord is called.

The Lord is called.

He's here, you know.

Thank you for your joy.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Make some noise for my mama.

Now, we cannot close out our Christmas Eve service

without having our special candle-like ceremony.

And coming to lead us in Silent Night is our very own Beth March, and our high

schooler, Noah Bond, from our own Hummel House After School Center.

I didn't do this.

Yes, you can, Nora.

God gave you a beautiful voice.

Now trust Him to give you the confidence.

If you take that candle in front of you, we'll light up this place like Reverend

Alcock's wife did for her husband on that Christmas Eve night 100 years ago.

Girls?

Nora, just close your eyes and worship.

Holy night.

All is calm.

All

round the unversion.

Mother and child.

Holy infant, so tender and hard.

Sleep in heavenly peace.

Sleep in heavenly peace.

Beth, I'm so proud of you, and Nora, that was

the most meaningful candle-like service ever.

Thank you.

Hey, was I hallucinating or did I say you know who in the crowd?

You did.

And what did you want?

I'm sorry to interrupt.

Beth, could I have a minute of your time?

I'm going to go get some hot cider.

Is everything okay?

I'm hoping it will be.

I keep having this thought.

And watching you up there with Nora, encouraging her to face her fears,

I knew I had to talk to you.

Beth, this is going to sound totally crazy.

It may, and I'm sorry if I'm overstepping because I know you already have a job,

but would you consider coming to work with me at Hummel House as music director?

Yes.

Yes.

Absolutely, yes.

Your timing is perfect, you have no idea.

Thank you.

Hey, Joe.

At least you kept one promise.

One promise.

To make it to the candlelight service.

Just in the next time.

I'm glad you still want to write a piece on this town.

At least that was real.

I deserved that.

Joe, there was a lot more real than just that.

I should have told you when I was here for the very first moment I met you.

You introduced me to your family, to your town.

You helped me life to me.

More importantly, you opened your heart to me.

And I'm so sorry I wasn't fully honest with you.

Thank you for saying that.

It made me sad that you couldn't be honest with me.

You were afraid I would reject you?

I know that you were under pressure from Susanna just like I was.

But it's an old excuse for breaking your trust.

Isn't you being here going to mess things up at Orchard House?

Yeah.

Yeah, I could have.

While I was flying back to New York, I had an idea.

I talked to Susanna and I convinced her to reach a new proof of concept.

She loved it as much as I do.

She loved it?

We both agree you are on to something incredible.

So I told her she owed it to you to go back

to the board one more time and fight for you.

And if they resisted, I'd quit.

She threatened to quit too.

And they folded like a cheap tent.

I don't know what to say.

You did all that for me?

Thank you.

Don't thank me.

It was your pages that did it.

Then I in the car, when you told me about your all night writing sessions,

I could see it in you.

You smile.

And join your eyes.

I remember when I told you about that unbreakable bond I happened to my sisters.

Yeah.

There's something you said about writing a story that I know.

Napture knocking my head against a wall trying to think of a good idea.

You helped me realize that maybe that story has been here all along.

Poor sisters, growing up in a small town,

falling in love, having their hearts broken.

Discovering who they are, learning to lean on each

other when life just feels like it's too much to handle.

Well, I hope Orchard House is prepared.

Prepare for what?

Your next-class seller.

Assuming I do my job as your out here.

But beyond the book, Joe, I just...

It's gonna help you know, and I'm sorry for everything that happened.

Let's get a hot chocolate.

You know, my folks always taught me that eventually everyone needs doovers.

Everyone deserves grace from time to time.

And as hard as it is, giving that grace is just a better way for me to live.

That's been the heart of my kids' books.

Life's too short to handle into bridges.

So, I absolve you of your mess-up Friedrich there.

So you forgive me?

I do.

I didn't expect that or deserve it, but... Thank you.

And no need to rehash everything.

I'm okay if we go our separate ways and hold

on at least to a few of the nice memories.

I don't want to go my separate way.

I don't know what to say to that.

All the scenarios in my head, that really wasn't one of them.

Joe, you live your life with an open heart and it is amongst so many other things.

The best part about you.

And the rest of us are blessed because of...

Only for smart enough to hold on to it.

What are you saying?

Well, folks, it looks like we finally got that snow we've all been waiting for.

That's another Christmas even the books.

I bless you, everybody.

And from WAG Radio.

Merry Christmas, Alcott Grove.

The lights are on the tree and it won't be too long now.

Please tell me there's more snowballs.

There's another tin in the oven.

Hey, anyone seen Joe this morning?

I thought she was writing when I went to sleep and writing when I went to sleep.

Hey, Daisy.

Happy this bringing careless singing.

Let's make a memory.

We'll cherish through the years.

It's the most wonderful time.

And that time is finally here.

It feels like joy to the world.

It feels like snow in the air.

It feels like quiet seeing a church bells ringing.

Hope is everywhere.