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* You're my sugarplum
* All the magic that I see
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- [Greg] Sorry, I'm actually gonna grab that one. Thanks.
* Looking underneath my tree
- Coming through.
Hey, guys.
Hey. Has anyone seen Carley?
Hey, Merry Christmas, Debra.
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Guess who's your secret Santa.
- Again?
- Three years in a row.
- What are the odds?
(bright music continues)
Right. Okay. - Open it.
- You know me so well.
- Can never have too many vessels for tea.
- You do say that.
- Yeah.
- Just gonna put that up there.
(bright music continues)
Thank you, Greg.
- Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas, Greg.
- Ms. Kincaid, can I have word with you
in the conference room?
- Of course. Absolutely.
(bright music continues)
- So I'm sure you're anxious to start your holiday,
so I'll make this quick.
As you know, Robert Lawrence is retiring.
- Yes, sir.
- Which leaves us with an opening
for Director of Quality Control.
I understand you two work well together.
- Yes, sir. We did.
He taught me everything that I know.
- That's what I wanted to hear.
We're filling his position today,
and I will be relying on your experience
in the months ahead.
- I won't let you down.
- As you train his replacement.
(curious music)
- Sorry. His what?
- Ah, here we go.
Carley Kincaid, meet Wyatt Redmond,
my son and our new Director of Quality Control.
- Hey.
Kincaid, I look forward
to controlling the quality with you.
(bright festive music)
(horns beeping)
- And then that was it.
They wished me happy holiday, so I just left.
- Wow. I'm sorry, Carl.
That's so unfair.
- I know.
Jamie, this guy, he has no experience.
He knows nothing about the company.
He is my boss.
My boss.
- It sounds like you need one of these.
- That would be great. Thank you.
- I'm surprised you wanted the promotion at all.
I mean, that place is a soulless vacuum
where all fashion goes to die.
- Who said that?
- You did multiple times.
- Well, yeah. Okay.
But people complain about their jobs, Jamie.
- I don't.
- Because you are a sommelier.
You drink wine for a living.
- Okay, fair. Fair point.
- Most people, work is for money.
Hobbies are for fun.
- Your sketches are not a hobby.
You should be working on fashion shows and red carpets,
not pushing out generic T-shirts
for corporate merchandising.
- I love you.
I can't believe you're leaving me.
So realistically speaking,
what does Italy have that New York doesn't have?
- The Colosseum, the Venice canals and,
oh, the best wineries and vineyards in the entire world.
- Right. So essentially what I'm hearing is nothing.
I'm gonna miss you.
- Me too.
Look, I know that people have left you before,
but you know that this is different, right?
- Jaim, of course this is different.
I'm not eight years old anymore.
Look, you gotta go.
You gotta go be the best sommelier in the whole world.
And I want you to live your life to the fullest.
- And that's exactly what I want for you.
- I'm fine. Don't worry about me.
(emotional music)
- I want you to promise me
that you're gonna make a change.
- Yeah, I'll make a change.
- No, no, no.
Promise me
or else I'm literally not taking my flight tomorrow.
- Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay.
I'll make a change.
I will quit my boring job.
I will make some new friends.
I will follow my dreams, okay?
- And you'll say yes to adventure?
- Sure.
- You should make a list.
We will call it the resolutions for the new year.
Hmm?
Promise?
(emotional music continues)
- I promise.
(gentle music)
(gentle music continues)
(upbeat festive music)
(singers vocalizing)
(upbeat festive music continues)
(singers vocalizing)
(alarm beeping)
- Sh!
(Carley sighs)
You are professional.
You are accomplished, patient.
You will not yell at this silly man today.
(upbeat music)
- Oh, Millie. This batch smells so good.
- Frankincense and peppermint.
Perfect for Christmas,
and for curing headaches.
- If I give one to my boss, will he disappear?
- Sweetheart, there are some things,
even essential oils can't do.
- Sacrilege.
* I still remember how
- Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas, Hank.
- Hey. - Hey.
- [Hank] Ho, ho ho.
Merry Christmas.
(upbeat music continues)
* And as I hung the ivy
- Greg, Greg?
Have you seen Wyatt today?
* For Christmas
Where is he?
(door tapping)
- [Gertie] Mr. Wyatt, you're going to be late!
(Wyatt groans) (bright music)
Come on, sleepy head.
(Wyatt groaning)
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(Wyatt whistles)
- Nice work, Vincent.
Isn't that a bit much, Gertie?
- Perhaps, but I'm in a festive mood.
- I can tell.
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Is there any bacon?
(traffic whooshing)
Good morning, Charlie.
(bright music continues)
- [Jamie] Buongiorno, amigo.
- Somebody's accent's getting good.
- Why thank you.
But I just wanted to tell you the big news,
I am gonna be flying back for the holidays.
- Oh, I thought you were staying in Sicily.
- Well, plans have changed.
And to quote the man of my dreams,
"I will be home for Christmas."
- The man of your dreams is Bing Crosby?
- Jonathan Taylor Thomas, obviously.
- Huh?
- We have so much to catch up on.
How's your list going?
How many resolutions do you have left?
I cannot wait to hear about all the changes you've made.
(bright music continues)
(phone ringing)
Hello? Earth to Carley.
- Yeah. Yeah.
No, I've made some big giant changes.
Lots of them.
We're gonna have a lot to talk about when
you're here.
Jamie, I gotta go.
- Okay.
(Jamie speaking in Italian)
- And a bonne Nutella to you too.
(Carley coughs)
Good morning. How nice of you to join us.
- Overslept.
- So you're well-rested?
- Hardly.
Friends and I went to a secret train platform
in Grand Central for a Clevermore hip-hop concert,
that somehow turned into an all-night scavenger hunt
across the city.
Good morning.
- Your social life sounds exhausting.
- Well, there are those who live to work
and those who work to live.
- And those who hardly work at all.
- Sounds like someone needs a cookie.
- No, what I need is for you
to start helping me with these annual reports
'cause your dad really hates when they come in late.
- Right. Cool.
Could you do that and then I'll just sign off on it?
- No, 'cause that is not the thing that I said.
That is doing a group project in high school
with the prom king where I do all the work
and then you get praised for being handsome and charming.
- You think I'm handsome?
- It's not a compliment.
- Then you're bad at insults.
(curious music)
- Where are you going?
- Look, I'd love to dive into your juicy high school past,
but I am late for a lunch meeting.
- You just got here.
- No rest for the weary, right?
- Wicked.
- Glad we agree.
- No, it's wicked.
The phrase is no rest for the wicked, obviously.
(Carley sighs)
Okay.
- Hey, thanks for lunch.
Next one's on me.
- Nah, that's what the company card's for.
- So how is working with your dad?
- You mean for my dad?
Same old Silas.
Wants to keep a close eye on me
while somehow remaining completely distant.
(traffic whooshing)
- I know the holidays can be tough.
Kendra worries about you, you know?
We both do.
- How did you get such a kind and thoughtful woman?
- Sheer dumb luck.
- And how's my girl Olivia?
- In kindergarten, but reading at a first-grade level.
- Tell her I miss her.
- You could always tell her yourself.
It's been a while since she's seen her godfather.
Why don't you come by the house?
- No, I should.
Sorry.
- Listen, if you ever need a break from the office
and all of this, you always come stay with us.
Maybe a change is exactly what you need.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Happy holidays, my friend.
- Good seeing you, man.
(gentle music)
- "Light candle for headache.
Hot date tonight.
Don't wait up."
* How 'bout a sleigh ride in the snow *
* And then hot chocolate with marshmallows *
* There is no better place I know *
* Warming up in your arms
* I just want to say
* If I had my way
* That the holidays would last
- Quit your boring job.
Follow your dreams.
Say yes to adventure.
Make a new friend.
* Merry, merry Christmas to my baby *
- Nice try, kiddo.
(bright music)
* Trying to hold on tight to all these moments *
* Yeah, let's make it last all year *
- At least someone's living life to the fullest.
(phone ringing)
Hello, this is Carley.
What?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Mrs. Johnson, slow down please.
I'm sorry, what's wrong with your order?
No, absolutely. We definitely take it...
Hello?
(Wyatt whistling)
Notice anything?
- Besides Blitzen?
(fabric tears)
Wow.
Why are you so strong?
- It's not me.
It's the shirts.
The stitching is all wrong.
- How'd that happen?
The factory produces these every year.
- No, I placed an order with a new factory
because all of our regular ones are at capacity.
- Oh, that's not good.
- It could have been fine.
Did you read the inspection report?
- No. They're incredibly boring.
- Your whole job is reading inspection reports.
You are in charge of quality control.
You control the quality.
- Is this really the time to be pointing fingers?
- Yes.
Yes.
(bright music)
If I don't, somebody else will.
- Do you even know how much money you just cost us?
We needed this shipment to fulfill our holiday orders.
- Please accept our sincerest apologies, Allison.
We'll give you a full refund.
- We've been in business a long time together, Silas,
and never have I seen such an amateur mistake.
If Costmart is gonna continue our partnership,
I need to know who was responsible for this.
(curious music)
- Well, a mistake like this is usually not
the fault of one person.
- Well, I can only assume that quality control
should take the bulk of the blame.
- That is my department.
Yes, that's me.
- Well, then Silas, what's it gonna be?
Because if you don't make a change, I will.
(curious music continues)
- I want you to promise me that you're gonna make a change.
- I promise.
- It was my fault
- What?
- It is. It's my fault.
We sent your order to a new factory.
They were untested.
I didn't vet them properly.
So there's really nothing quality control could've done.
I'm very sorry.
- I see.
- Kincaid- - Shh.
- Silas?
- Carley, you don't need to-
- Oh, Mr. Redmond, please.
I'm fine. It's okay.
I'm holding myself accountable.
(gentle music)
- [Allison] Good. Let's move on.
(gentle music continues)
- Hey, can we talk?
- I let go of a good employee today.
- I know.
You shouldn't have.
Carley was your best employee.
We both know this was my fault.
- You can actually be good at this job, son.
If you just, for once,
took something seriously.
- I always thought you were serious enough
for the both of us.
- Even now, it's all a joke for you.
I've tried to be a role model for you, Wyatt.
Showing you what hard work and determination can achieve.
Done my best to set a good example
without your mother.
- Well, maybe you should have fired me instead.
- So you could do what exactly?
Without the family money, you'd be completely lost.
- I was wondering how long it would take you
to threaten me with the trust fund.
- It's not a threat this time.
As of now, you're cut off.
No more trust fund, no more credit cards,
no more living life in the lap of luxury
until you can prove to me you can take your job seriously.
You have until the end of the year
or I'll turn the tap off for good.
- Okay.
(bright festive music)
Didn't think it was gonna go that way.
(bright festive music continues)
Merry Christmas to you too, Dad.
- I'm unemployed for the holidays.
Do you think I'm crazy.
- Sweetheart, I think this might be
the sanest thing you've ever done.
I'm very proud of you.
- Thanks.
- Now, I hate to leave you in your moment of need,
but I'm late for an event.
- You know it makes me look really bad
when my 70-year-old roommate goes
to more parties than I do, right?
- Then perhaps you might consider a few more life changes
while you're on a roll.
A little adventure might be just what you need.
- I'll think about it.
(bright festive music continues)
(Carley sighs)
They didn't read the quality reports.
(door buzzing)
- Hey, Millie, did you forget your keys?
Hey. Whoa.
Hi.
You're not who I thought you were gonna be.
- Yeah.
Kinda weird to see each other in the real world, huh?
- Yes. One might even say that it's disturbing.
- Yeah.
Can I come in?
(curious music)
Thank you.
(curious music continues)
- Hi.
- Nice PJs, by the way.
- What do you want, Wyatt?
- I wanna know why you took the fall for me.
We haven't exactly been pals.
- I did not do it for you.
I did it for myself.
I've been meaning to quit for a long time.
- Hmm.
- I made a list of resolutions.
I was going to change everything.
My job, my life, everything.
And I started too late.
- Well, tomorrow's the first day of December.
You still have 31 more days.
- There is no way
that I will make that in time, but thank you.
- I'll see a reindeer fly
before I see Carley Kincaid miss a deadline.
Actually, come to think of it,
who's gonna hit mine deadlines now that you're gone?
- Why do you work there
if you don't get along with your dad?
- I live off my trust fund.
And who do you think has the key?
- Is that worth it?
- Anyway, I came here to say thank you.
I owe you.
You're gonna get a great severance package.
I know you could use that.
- Okay, thank you so much for coming by.
You have a wonderful night.
- Oh, I wasn't gonna stay.
There's a North Pole-themed club
in the Meatpacking District.
New adventure awaits.
- Wow. That sounds horrible...
(curious music)
Oh, say yes to adventure.
Wait, take me with you.
- Excuse me?
- I will go to this party with you.
Oh my goodness. Twist my arm.
Please take me with you.
- I don't think so, Kincaid.
- What? You don't think I can handle it?
- I know you can't.
- Listen, pal, I took a bullet for you today,
and all I am asking you
for is just a little bit of Christmas adventure.
Hmm?
- Fine.
You can come, but don't embarrass me.
- Great. Let's go.
(curious music continues)
Right after I change my pajamas.
Don't touch anything.
(festive electronic music continues)
(Carley gasps)
(curious music)
Oh, it was just a dream.
(curious music continues)
(upbeat music)
* I know Santa's coming 'round
- Merry Christmas, and thank you for your donation.
Isn't this just adorable, sweetheart?
The kids are going to be so happy.
- It's a great haul this year, Mom.
- Did I tell you we have a new Santa Claus this year.
A local theater actor named Walter.
- Is he any good?
- He's one of those method types.
Very committed to the role.
Wants everyone to call him Nicholas
and refuses to remove the beard.
- I thought the toy drive wasn't until Christmas Eve.
- Exactly.
I half expect to get a phone call
that he's stuck in a chimney somewhere.
Two eggnogs, please.
But how about you, honey?
How are things at work?
- It hasn't been great, actually.
- Oh, honey, I know how hard it's been on you,
losing that promotion last year.
- Yeah.
- But you stuck with it.
I can't tell you how proud I am of you.
(curious music)
- Thanks.
- Somehow you always seem to make the right decision.
- Yeah, that's me.
(curious music continues)
What did you wanna be when you grew up when you were a kid?
- I don't know.
Probably a doctor or a ballerina.
The usual things.
- But nothing specific?
- Those kinds of memories fade when you grow up, sweetheart.
Besides my dreams came true when you were born.
- Oh, Mom, come on.
- It's true.
Gratitude is what Christmas is all about.
And I have you.
What more could I want?
- Mm-hm.
(gentle music)
What more could I want?
(gentle music continues)
(Wyatt chuckles)
- Whoa!
(bright music)
(Wyatt whistling)
(bright music continues)
Vincent?
(bright music continues)
Gertie?
What are you doing in here?
- Dusting.
- Well, can it wait 'til after breakfast?
Vincent, I desperately need caffeine.
- I'm afraid that is not possible.
- Is the machine broken?
- No. Mr. Redmond has instructed us...
- Told.
- Told us that we are not to provide you
with any of our services.
- You're joking?
- You know how I feel about jokes,
- Right.
Well guess Dad just needs some time to cool off.
I can make my own coffee.
You guys can come out now.
- Actually, it could use a good cleaning in here.
Vincent?
(bright music)
- Okay.
One latte coming up.
(bright music continues)
How hard can it be?
(steam hissing)
Ah!
(traffic whooshing)
(bell rings)
- Hi.
- Are you caroling or soliciting?
- What?
Oh, no, no, no, no.
I'm neither.
I'm a co-worker.
Well, I'm a former co-worker of Wyatt Redmond.
Does he live here?
- I was not informed of a visit.
- Okay.
- Oh, it's okay. Gertie. I know her.
- Hi. I need to talk to you.
It's important.
- Is this a friend of yours?
- I wouldn't exactly call us friends.
- Oh, friends.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
We're just, we're co-workers.
We work together.
Well, we're not together, but...
- I see.
(bright music)
- Come in.
- Wow.
(bright music continues)
Who are all these people?
- Company my dad hires to decorate.
- You don't do any of it yourself?
- Why do it yourself
when you can pay someone to do it for you?
- I mean, you ever heard
of something called Christmas spirit?
Come on.
My mom and I always have a great time decorating our house.
- Somehow I can't picture my dad
and I giggling over bits of tinsel together.
- I mean, you can just take stuff out
of a box and hang it up.
Look at these ornaments.
They're so cute.
They look homemade.
- Not those.
- Okay.
- Sorry. This shouldn't be here.
- That's fine.
- Gertie, someone took this outta storage by mistake.
- Oh, actually, Mr. Wyatt, I thought this year-
- I don't think so.
Please have someone take it back down.
(gentle music)
- Bye.
So good morning.
I was actually hoping to talk.
I was hoping to talk to you about something.
Et voila.
- What am I looking at?
- I turned my resolutions into a checklist.
I like the satisfaction of checking them off.
- And you laminated it.
- I did not. - Cool.
- I didn't. I'm not crazy.
This is a semi-gloss cardstock.
Don't-
- Quit your boring job.
Follow your dreams.
Say yes to adventure.
Make a new friend.
Take up running.
Read a book from start to finish.
Cook Grammy's favorite recipe.
Clean out closet.
Is this a list of resolutions or a list of chores?
- Please don't touch the list.
I did four and then I did extra credit.
- Big surprise. I count eight,
- Actually seven, because I already quit my job.
- [Wyatt] Technically you were fired.
- You wanna talk about that?
- Fair.
- So, seven.
- Congrats.
So did you come here just to brag?
- I did not.
I came here because you may have backed yourself
into the first reasonable idea you've ever had.
I am going to try
to finish my resolutions before the end of the year.
- I am full of good ideas.
- You're not, but you are gonna help me.
- I'm what?
- Well, I need someone to hold me responsible.
I need someone to push me,
make sure I get things done on time.
- Kincaid. Oh, Kincaid.
I am many things.
Stylish, charismatic, handsome.
- Arrogant, entitled, floppy hair.
- But if there's one thing I'm not, it's responsible.
Why, of all people, would you want my help?
- You do things.
You put yourself out there and you take risks.
And you go to very strange, unpleasant places
that I would normally not, like that party last night.
- Look at that.
You did have fun.
- I did not.
It was incredibly loud.
There was glitter in places that are not meant to sparkle.
Anyway, the point is,
I wouldn't have had the whole experience
if it weren't for you.
So look, I feel like I wasted an entire year.
And frustratingly you are right.
There are 31 days left.
I have 31 chances to change my life.
And you are gonna help me because you owe me one.
- Look, I wanna help you out. I do.
And I would,
but I can't even help myself right now.
I thought my dad was bluffing yesterday,
but he completely cut me off.
- Emotionally?
- Ha. Financially.
So good luck with this whole thing,
but I am off to humble myself before my father.
- Is that really what you wanna do?
- Ah!
- Could you get...
- I don't have a choice, Kincaid.
I live in his house. I spend his money.
I don't even know how to make my own cup of coffee.
- That is very apparent.
Listen, why don't we do a trade, huh?
I can help you be more independent.
What? I can.
I'm really responsible with money.
I saved every babysitting check
and all of my birthday money.
I am renting a spare room from a 70-year-old retiree,
so that I can put more in savings.
We both wanna make a change Wyatt,
so why don't we help each other?
(curious music)
(Wyatt slurping)
(Wyatt hums)
- Oh, that's really good.
- I know.
- Deal.
I'm gonna hang onto this.
(intense rock music)
(intense rock music continues)
- I'm ready.
I'm ready.
- Okay. So I thought we'd start with something simple,
but take up running is too vague.
There's no way for us to measure it.
- Oh, okay.
Well, I've always wanted to run the Christmas 5K.
- Well, then we better start training like right now.
- Copy.
All right, New York City.
Get ready to meet a whole new version of me.
(upbeat rock music)
Let's go!
* You'll be the winner
* Ooh, you'll be the winner
* Knocked down but you get back on your feet again *
* Shot down but you keep on getting up again *
- [Wyatt] You okay?
- How many is that?
- Four, maybe five.
- Miles?
- Blocks.
- Great, great.
Okay.
- What are you doing?
- Oh, I'm thinking my lungs are about to explode.
And if they are, I would like my last breaths
to smell like Christmas.
- You really love the holidays, huh?
- Yeah, of course I do.
What's there not to love?
There's magic and music and memories
and other M words.
- A simple yes would do.
- What? It smells like Christmas.
Here, smell.
Does it smell like Christmas?
- Reminds me of my mom.
- Oh, that's nice.
- That was her favorite smell.
- It was her favorite smell?
- Yeah.
- When did she pass?
- Eight years ago.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
You know, if you wanna,
we could just take a break with the tree.
- A break?
Thought you were serious about this list, Kincaid.
- I'm serious. I'm a very serious person.
(Wyatt laughing)
I could do this all day.
I don't know why you're laughing.
Come on. I'm going do...
Okay.
- Kincaid.
- I'm good.
Ow. Can you close that? - Yeah.
- Ow.
Ow.
- Sweetheart, what happened?
- I just broke my leg.
- She didn't break her leg.
It's a muscle cramp.
- It shouldn't be on the list.
Maybe we should start with an easier resolution.
Mm. Keep. - Donate.
- What? I love. Keep. - Donate.
- Are you just gonna...
Keep! - Donate.
- Keep. - [Wyatt] Donate.
- Keep. - Donate.
- Why?
You're not even listening.
Keep! - [Wyatt] Donate.
- Keep. Keep.
- Kincaid, this doesn't even fit you.
- It could fit a dog.
- You don't have a dog.
- I will at some point in my life.
I'm sure. Keep, keep, keep. - [Wyatt] Donate.
- I can't.
- You can.
- No, it's my first sewing project
that I completed with my mom.
Just...
- Keep.
- Thank you.
- Wow. That was not easy.
At least you can check off one more resolution
- At what cost?
- [Wyatt] How's the leg?
- It's feeling better.
Ah!
- Here, lemme see.
- Oh, that's actually really good.
- You gotta hydrate more.
We should look at your fruit and veggie intake.
- It's easy for you to say.
You probably have a personal nutritionist on call.
- Nope. Don't need one.
I've always been a perfect physical specimen.
- Gross.
- How's that?
- Little to the left, actually.
Yeah. Yeah.
- Why don't you just wait a few weeks
and start the list over next year?
- I promised my best friend who moved away
that I would start living my life to the fullest.
And she's coming back for the holidays
and I have not changed enough.
- Trying to prove something to her?
- I don't wanna disappoint her, but I don't know.
I wanna prove something to myself.
It was always tomorrow, and then next week,
and next month and next year.
And that's how I got here.
(gentle music)
I'm just tired of postponing my dreams.
- And what do you dream about?
(gentle music continues)
- Take a look.
- What's this?
- I've always wanted to be in fashion design.
- Kincaid! These are really good.
- You think so?
- Why don't you follow your dream?
Apply for a job as a fashion assistant.
Check it off the list.
- Because you can't just apply to be a fashion assistant.
My sewing is just above average.
I'm out of practice.
- This is harder than I thought.
- Yeah, obviously I would've done it by now.
- No, the knot. I think it's your hamstring.
(Carley gasping)
I'll think about the sewing thing,
but as your new life coach...
- Never called you that.
- Didn't have to. - Nope.
(gentle music continues)
- Found it.
How does that feel?
- Oh, that actually feels really great.
(gentle music continues)
(door thuds)
- I got you some bananas.
- Hi. Thanks.
- For your cramp.
- Yeah, you know what? This is fine.
I'm actually fine.
- [Wyatt] Are you sure?
I barely dug in. - Yes.
No, it's really good.
It's like I have a new leg.
You're amazing. Fantastic.
(bright music)
(door creaks)
* That's right
* Come on now
* Raise it up, raise it up, raise it up *
(upbeat music)
* Come on now
(Carley crows)
- What's going on?
- Lesson number one, early bird gets the worm.
- What are you doing in here?
- If you wanna stop working for your dad,
you're gonna have to get your own job eventually, right?
- So?
- So other employers aren't gonna
let you sleep in 'til noon.
So from now on, you'll be getting up at 7:00 AM.
Yay! Responsibility.
(Wyatt sighs)
- Why did I agree to do this?
- Get up.
(upbeat music)
* Christmas
- Your coffee's on the counter.
- [Wyatt] Oh, what are you working on?
- It's my resolution.
I'm reading a book start to finish.
Please go away.
- "War and Peace." Do you ever do anything easy, Kincaid?
- Do you ever do anything hard?
- Well, I better call a cab.
- Eh, wrong.
You're supposed to be saving money, remember?
- How else am I supposed to get to work?
- Merry Christmas.
You are now the proud owner of a MetroCard. Wow.
- Having fun?
- You have no idea.
- Oh, I have a lesson for you too.
- Mm-hm.
Hey. No writing on the list.
You're not authorized to write on the list.
Upgrade my sewing skills.
Nice.
It's an easy one.
Who's gonna teach me? You?
- Of course not.
(curious music)
- You want to do fashion, then I will teach you.
- Gertie knows her way around a needle and a thread.
- Okay, well that's not- - No talking!
Follow me.
(curious music continues)
I hope you miss your train.
- Have fun.
- Oh, and I want you to remind everyone
that this year's secret Santa limit is 20 bucks.
- Morning, Pop.
- Hey.
- Steve, nice Christmas sweater.
Morning, team.
How are those reports coming along?
(curious music continues)
(sewing machine whirring)
- Keep the stitching uniform.
- I'm trying.
(sewing machine whirring) (curious music continues)
Ow.
I'm okay.
- You want to be as designer, yeah?
- [Carley] Mm-hm.
- You want to make beautiful things like this?
- Mm-hm.
- Then what is one drop of blood today
if you achieve victory tomorrow?
(dramatic music)
- You're very intense.
Has anybody ever told you that?
- No. Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- So you're telling me that this woman was fired,
but now the two of you are
in some kind of holiday self-help pact?
- Pretty much.
Look, Brad, do me a favor.
Don't tell Kendra.
- Hey, Wyatt, we miss you.
- Can you please explain some proper phone etiquette
to your neanderthal husband?
- Only if you agree to come out
to Jackson Heights next week.
It's our family tradition, Wyatt.
That includes you.
Bring this new girlfriend of yours.
- Girlfriend? No.
No, no, no.
This is strictly business.
- Strictly business. - Right, yeah.
Okay, Wyatt, we'll see you two next week.
(bright music)
- So remember, folks, three pieces of tape or less.
(upbeat festive music continues)
Hello. You made it.
- I come bearing gifts.
- Ooh, you really dressed up for this, huh?
- Yeah. It's not my first wrap party, Kincaid.
One of my friends is on Broadway.
I think I know how to fit in.
- Ah, okay.
So I said wrap party like wrapping presents.
- That's a thing? - Mm-hm.
Hey everyone, this is Wyatt Redmond.
Wyatt, this is Millie's bridge club.
- [Bridge Club] Hello!
- They offered to help my mom with her toy drive.
- Mm. - Mm-hm.
- So you're Carley's boss?
The one who stole my daughter's promotion?
- Mom! - Yeah, that would be me.
Mrs. Kincaid. Very nice to meet you.
But I'm not her boss anymore.
- Since when?
- Since she got fired.
- Since I got fired up about working as a team.
- [Wyatt] A team? - [Carley] Yes. As a team.
- Yes. Right.
I think what I realized, the company realized,
is that Carley was being seriously undervalued.
- About time.
- And I'll be the first to admit
that we should have seen it sooner.
The company is very lucky to have such a special employee.
- I'm glad to hear it.
And I must say, it's really nice of you to join us
for such a good cause.
- Happy to be here.
- Come meet the group.
- Sort of.
- Enjoy.
- What do you call a selfish elf?
Elfish.
- [Walter] Oh!
- Not bad, right?
- The toy drive's gonna be great this year, Mom.
Is Santa Claus still in character?
- Walter is on a strict diet of milk and cookies.
- Sounds nice.
- So is this really the same man
that you've been complaining about all year?
- What do you got?
What are you hiding?
- He's not exactly what I thought he was.
It's very confusing.
- Do you have something that you wanna tell me?
- Oh yeah, actually I do.
- I knew it.
Why have you been hiding it from me?
You've always told me about your crushes in the past.
- Crush? What are you talking about?
Oh, you mean Wyatt?
- I like him.
But be careful with office romances, sweetheart.
They can end badly.
- Mom. No, no, no, no.
We're not. We work together. That's it.
- If you say so, but you can't keep secrets from me.
- Sure. So on that note,
- Got you a little something, Mrs. Kincaid.
It's nothing special, but it's something.
- That's lovely, dear.
Thank you. I will add it to the pile.
(bright music continues)
- Hi. - Hey.
Well, I'm actually having a lotta fun.
- Yeah. You know, it's not a sweaty nightclub,
but Millie throws a heck of a party.
Hors d'oeuvre?
- I know you invited me to this thing
as your friendship wing man tonight,
but I was thinking you'd aim a few decades younger.
- What are you talking about?
These are my people.
Look, I have five friend requests.
- Oh, I wouldn't accept Arlene's.
Yeah. She posts some pretty extreme stuff.
(bright music continues)
- Making friends as an adult is so complicated.
When I was a kid, you could just go up to somebody
and say, hi, my name's Carley.
Do you wanna be my friend?
Poof. It's done.
- Ooh, are these pastries for everyone?
- Yes, they are.
Help yourself.
- Oh, thank you.
Such a nice young lady.
You remind me of my third wife.
- How sweet.
- Would you care to be my fourth?
- Don't even think about it, Randall.
She's out of your league.
- I'm quite wealthy, you know?
- Okay.
Wow.
He seems nice.
- You better get her outta here
before Randall tries to put her in his will.
- I'm on it.
- I'm just saying, he seems nice.
I am just gonna grab a jacket.
- Gertie's lessons are paying off.
- [Carley] Yeah, she's really good at motivating me.
She's like scary Oprah.
She says I'm not allowed to check off
that sewing resolution until I finish the dress.
Which is unfair,
'cause I feel like she's teaching me fancy stitches
before normal ones.
Like do you know what an overlock stitch is?
It's like the tuxedo of stitches.
- This you?
- Hmm?
(gentle music)
Oh, yep.
Yes. That is me.
I used to make dresses out of wrapping paper
and just whatever was around the house.
We didn't have a ton of money growing up, so...
- Really cute.
- My mom says that childhood dreams are supposed
to fade after a little while, but...
- Not this one.
- Mm-mm.
- Is that why you haven't told your mom you quit your job?
- My mom raised me mostly by herself.
She had three jobs just to make ends meet.
And somehow she always managed
to make things like Christmas feel really special.
I don't think that I understood how hard
that must have been on her until I got older.
She never complained.
(gentle music)
She never took any time for herself.
She saved every penny that we had
so that I could go to college.
And I wanted to pay her back.
So I got the first steady job that I could find.
- Comfort Mills.
- Mm-hm. She really did sacrifice everything for me.
And it seems selfish to throw that away for something
that, I don't know, that I wanted to do when I was six.
- Listen, I may not be the best person to say this,
but I think it's entirely possible to be grateful
for what you have and still want more outta life.
(gentle music)
Come on, let's go get you some new friends.
You need them.
(gentle music continues)
So there's this bar
in Chelsea hosting a Christmas cocktail competition.
And afterward, I hear there's this mistletoe masquerade
somewhere in Lower Manhattan.
- Wow.
- Very exclusive. But I think I can get us in.
- Uh-huh.
- Kincaid?
- Oh, they did a nice job, don't you think?
- [Wyatt] Yeah, they sure did.
- Yeah.
- Hey, we don't have to go to this thing.
- Oh no, I'm sorry. I have this thing where I...
I just have trouble letting people get close to me.
- Been burned before?
- My dad left when I was eight.
Has something to do with it.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
- It's okay.
Just made a series of questionable romantic decisions
in college, but that none of your business.
- Hold on a sec.
Are we still talking about you?
QuickBooks Kincaid?
- Yeah, I'm not a nun.
I just have trouble trusting people.
You probably think that's silly.
- No, no, I don't.
You know, even though my mom didn't have a choice,
I still get angry that she's gone.
- Yeah, I can understand that.
Hi, my name's Carley.
Do you wanna be my friend?
(emotional music) (Wyatt laughs)
- You really wanna make this official?
- Well, I mean, I see you too often
for you to just be a co-worker
and you did steal my job so...
- Why does everyone make it out
that I'm the Grinch and you're Cindy Lou?
- Because it's true.
- It wasn't my idea.
- I can't help you.
(emotional music continues)
- Okay, friends.
- Friends.
- Let's go.
(bright music)
- It's got central AC, a washer-dryer unit.
Nothing fancy, but it's all in working order.
(bright music continues)
- Look at how high ceilings are.
- Yeah. Not bad.
Can we see the upstairs?
- Sorry. This is it.
- This is it? - Yep.
Come on. It's south-facing.
Look at these gigantic windows.
- I do look good in natural light.
- You exhaust me.
Listen, if you want your own independence,
you need your own place.
- You two have a good shot.
They like renting out to couples.
(curious music)
- Oh! - You know what,
my little candy cane, they like renting to couples.
- I bet they do.
Yeah, my little pizza pocket.
Sir, actually, my boyfriend and I,
this is my boyfriend. - She's my girlfriend.
- Yeah. We would love
to spend our first Christmas here.
- Yes. Yes. - If that's at all possible.
Is there any way to speed up the application process?
- I'll see what I can do.
- Thank you so much.
- Thank you. - Thanks.
- That was good.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- Right?
- Yes. - Cool.
(bright music)
(phone beeping)
(object thudding)
Ow.
Okay.
Ow. Ow. Oh.
- Oh, you.
- Hi. Hi.
Gertie said that I could use the kitchen.
- Can I help you out?
- Yeah, you really can.
And then I'm just gonna leave. Okay.
I'll come back. I'll come back.
- Look at you.
Surprised little Miss Christmas has a baking resolution.
Isn't this like standard holiday practice for you?
- Yeah, cookies and gingerbread, absolutely.
This recipe of my grandma's takes a lot
of time and attention.
And I always say I'm gonna make it every year,
and then I get too busy, so...
- Well, good luck. I can't wait to try it.
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
This recipe takes two people.
- I pay people to bake my cakes.
- Come on. It'll be a good lesson.
Got all the ingredients.
It's super easy.
I am just missing one thing.
- And what's that?
- A lovely young man
with a wonderful sense of Christmas spirit.
That's you.
(upbeat festive music)
- Fine.
* Yeah
(upbeat festive music continues)
(Carley laughs)
* Now it's that time of year
* When magic's in the air
* There's so many smiling faces *
- Hot.
* And love is everywhere
- Pretty good.
* You can hear those carol sounds *
* From outside your front door
* That's when you know it's almost Christmas *
* Chestnuts roasting
- Spin that way.
Really good, really good.
* Frosty in the snow
* Children wishing, lovers kissing under mistletoe *
* It's almost Christmas
(upbeat festive music continues)
- Another one off the list.
Mm! Now I know why the recipe is famous.
- Right?
It's just like she made it.
It's funny how like flavors and smells
can really remind you of somebody, isn't it?
(fire crackling)
My family was really small,
so you'd think Christmas
should be really quiet at our house,
but grandma wouldn't stand for that.
- Sounds a lot like my mom.
- Was that her?
- Yeah.
First day of college.
She was really proud.
- What school'd you go to?
- Harvard.
- They let you into Harvard?
(Wyatt laughs)
Wait, Mr. Can't Read a Nine-Page Quality Report
went to Harvard?
- Oh, believe it or not, I used to be a real go-getter.
- What happened?
(fire crackling)
- Got tired of trying to impress my old man.
- Hm.
- My dad was my idol growing up.
Wanted his approval more than anything.
So I figured if I won first-place ribbons,
got good grades, went to a great college...
I dunno.
- What?
- So my mom, she got sick during summer break that year.
And after that, my dad's approval
just didn't really matter anymore.
So never went back.
Life's too short, you know?
(fire crackling)
What?
- I don't know. This could be nothing.
My dad just quit on us.
I don't know why.
Most of the time when I think about it,
it makes me really, really angry.
And then every year around the holidays,
do you know what I do?
I think about what it would be like
if we had one more Christmas together.
Like that would make any difference.
It's stupid.
(fire crackling)
Anyway, I know my dad's not coming back,
but yours is here.
And it just makes me wonder if there's anything,
just if there's anything to save in that relationship.
- I'm not sure that's possible at this point.
- Ah, but nothing is impossible.
It's the magic of Christmas, yeah?
- Gertie's working for you now, I see.
- You better believe it.
What's the story with these?
- Well, we used to make our own ornaments for Christmas.
It was my mom's favorite tradition.
Dad's too, actually.
- They're very, very cute.
- Those are pine cones we gathered in Central Park.
Another year we went to a glass-blowing studio,
learned how to make snowflakes like that one.
(emotional music)
Each decoration's tied to a memory of my mom.
- Do you still make them with your dad?
- After she died, I guess the tradition did too.
(eerie music continues)
I appreciate what you're trying to do,
but I'm not sure I wanna go down that path.
- Okay. I'm so sorry.
I understand, obviously.
- Can I tell you what I really want though, Kincaid?
(gentle music)
- Yeah.
- More of this delicious wine.
(gentle music continues)
- Yeah, sure.
Okay. - Top up?
- One, only one,
because I'm an athlete in training, remember?
- Athlete in training, right.
- Mm-hm.
- Everything in moderation, right?
Tonight we drink wine.
Tomorrow we run.
- I was really onboard until the last part.
(upbeat festive music)
(upbeat festive music continues)
Okay.
(Carley panting)
- Not even close.
- This race is in a week.
I'm gonna finish last.
You got advice there, coach?
- Try it again, but this time run faster.
- That is not helpful.
- Maybe what you need is a proper kind of motivation.
- That's great. I don't know what that means.
- Hold on a sec.
Hey, gang.
- [Carley] Oh my God.
- Wanna make a few bucks, huh?
- Yeah!
- Yeah?
Every time she runs by,
I want you to hit her with
as many snowballs as you possibly can.
Deal?
- [Kid] Yeah!
(dramatic music)
- What was that about?
- I told those kids every time they hit you with a snowball,
they make a buck.
- That's ridiculous.
They're not gonna do that.
You're not supposed to be spending bucks.
You're supposed to be saving money.
- True. So you better not let them catch you.
- What?
(kids screaming) (dramatic music)
- Okay. Okay.
(kids screaming)
- Pick your heels up.
(kids screaming) (dramatic music continues)
- Not bad, Kincaid.
- I think they ran outta snowballs.
I think I'm good.
- Best pace so far.
See? I told you.
You just needed the right kinda motivation.
- Yes.
Ow.
(kids screaming)
(snowballs thudding)
- Run, run, run, run, run, run.
- Okay, running, running.
Well, at least you don't owe the more money.
(traffic whooshing)
(Jamie squeals)
Jamie! - Hi!
- [Carley] Jamie!
- Oh, hi!
- Hi, I thought you were coming home next week.
- Oh, I know, but I wanted to surprise you.
- You look so chic.
- Do you like it?
- Tres European.
- Thank you.
- Oh, can you please tell me that this means
that you hate it in Italy and you're coming back
and you're never gonna leave me again?
- Ooh, not quite.
Okay, two words. Francesco Ricofoliolo.
- Okay. I'm assuming you're not talking about wine.
- No.
Okay. We have like so much to catch up on.
- Yeah. - Please, first. You go.
- Oh, I found the perfect fabric for that dress.
- Did you?
Can't wait to see it.
- I can show you.
- Oh, please.
Allora, andiamo!
- Buona Nutella.
It was like the most irresponsible thing
that I've ever done,
but felt like the most responsible thing
that I've ever done.
- Who are you and what have you done with my friend?
- It was like, I had this sudden rush.
I mean, technically I was fired.
- [Jamie] And everybody knows.
- Yeah, everybody knows. Except for my mom.
- You were fired?
(melancholy music)
- Yeah.
I was gonna talk to you about it, Mom.
- I was just leaving.
Thank you again for the candle, Millie.
It's nice to see you, Jamie.
I'll leave you both to catch up.
- Mom, can you stay please?
- Oh, it's fine.
I have lots to do before the toy drive.
(melancholy music continues)
- At the Ho-Ho Hotel.
Kind of funny? Sort of funny?
Not funny.
All right, well I just wanted to say have a great Christmas
and we'll see you all after the holidays.
Great work.
(employees clapping)
Happy holidays.
Merry Christmas.
Happy holidays.
Merry Christmas to you.
Say hi to Nancy.
- Where's everybody going?
It's only one o'clock.
I need those year-end reports on my desk.
- How about in your hand?
Turns out a little bit of effort goes a long way.
Plus my team worked really hard, so let 'em off early.
I hope that's okay.
I think everyone deserves more time
with their family and friends.
- I agree.
- Well, Merry Christmas, Dad.
- Merry Christmas.
(melancholy music)
- Sandalwood and orange zest
for anxiety and stress.
- Thanks, Millie.
- Your mama just needs some time, sweetheart.
Don't worry.
- Okay.
(phone rings)
- Hi.
- Meet me in Queens two hours.
- No, I can't.
My friend Jamie's here.
- Bring her.
Just put on something red and green and meet me
at the Blessed Sacrament Church in Jackson Heights.
- Wyatt, I've had a really long day, okay?
- Say yes to adventure, right?
Well, this is an adventure, Kincaid.
Come on. Trust me.
It'll be worth it.
(bright festive music)
You guys made it just in time.
- For what?
- Uncle Wyatt, it's gonna start
- Uncle Wyatt?
- This is Kendra, Brad, and this little love bug is Olivia.
- Hi. - Hello.
- So glad you guys could make it.
- Hey, we better get walking.
- Walking?
Walking where?
- This is the Jackson Heights Sing and Stroll.
- We walk around the neighborhood
and sing holiday songs from different languages and faiths.
- We're going caroling?
- Yeah.
- This is not your usual debauchery.
- I know. I used to do it all the time.
I thought this
would be an adventure you wouldn't wanna miss.
- It's exactly what I needed.
Hi, I will explain this later.
Wyatt, Jamie. Jamie, Wyatt.
- Oh, you're the one that stole my best friend's job.
- Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Okay, Mr. Grinch.
Show us how this works.
* Silent night
* Holy night
* All is calm
* All is bright
(caroler singing in Spanish) (gentle music)
* Sleep in heavenly peace
* Silent night
* Holy night
- I did not realize that Wyatt has friends who are normal.
- What do you mean?
- I think she means guys
that aren't up-and-coming DJs or tech bros.
- Yes. Also, you haven't mentioned owning a yacht yet.
- I see you've met the new crowd.
- [Jamie] Hmm? New crowd?
- That's who we call the people Wyatt started hanging out
with after his mom passed.
- Oh.
- Look, Brad and I have known him since we were kids,
and parties, the whole like rich boy attitude,
that's not the real Wyatt.
- Huh.
- Liv, go ask your mom what she wants to eat, okay?
- Okay.
(gentle music)
- Can't believe how big she's gotten.
- You have no idea how excited she was to see you.
- Yeah?
Look, I'm sorry man.
I really should come by more often.
I just get caught up, you know?
I'm really having a good time though.
- Wow.
So this holiday self-help pact is really working out?
- I don't know.
I mean, it's supposed to be to get free of my dad,
but Carley seems to think I should patch things up with him.
(gentle music continues)
- Smart woman that Carley.
I think she's a keeper.
- How many times have I told you, Kendra?
We're just friends.
- Didn't we agree to be just friends once?
- Still are, baby cakes.
(gentle music continues) (lips smacking)
- I forgot how gross you two are.
Ew.
(gentle music)
- What?
- You've changed.
- I mean, I'm wearing my hair a little bit differently.
- No, no, no, no. That's not what I mean.
I don't know.
I think there's just something different about you.
You're more confident and vibrant.
- Thanks.
I have been focusing on reinventing myself.
I have.
And actually, it's all thanks to you
because my resolution list has been achieved.
- I'm so happy to hear that.
Go resolutions.
- Yeah.
- Sorry to interrupt you, Jamie.
Can I borrow Miss Kincaid for like a minute?
- Take her. - Yeah?
(gentle music continues)
- You know, I gotta hand it to you.
When you invited us down here,
I did not know what to expect.
- Told you I'm full of surprises.
- Noted.
(gentle music continues)
Your friends are great.
- Yeah, they are.
They're a pretty great family.
But let's get down to business.
I told the kids you'd read 'em a Christmas story.
- No. No. Why?
- You're never gonna finish "War and Peace," Kincaid.
- I might.
- Not every resolution has to be hard.
- Oh, well...
(gentle music continues)
- Everything okay?
- It's nothing.
My dad used to read me this.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
We can pick something else.
- No, that's okay.
That's okay. I wanna do it.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
(gentle music continues)
"So much so that she could sit quietly and not play,
and they at last called her a dreamer.
Yes, in the merry Christmastime,
children dream wonderful things.
And beautiful dreams are also fairytales.
As is this one of the Nutcracker
and the Mouse King."
(kids clapping)
- Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
I will pass that along.
Oh my girlfriend is gonna be so excited.
I will let her know.
She will be so happy.
Thank you so much!
- You just got a girlfriend?
Who's your girlfriend?
- That was the landlord. I was talking about the apartment.
I just got my application approved.
- Wait, you got it?
- That's right, my little snow angel. I got it!
- It's a good gig!
- We got it.
- Congratulations!
(bright music)
Oh, I'm so proud of you.
- I'm proud of us.
That means that I'm now an adult
and you can check off one more resolution.
- Yes I can.
Nice.
One more. One more.
(melancholy music)
- I'm quite busy right now.
- I'll be quick. Just wanted to give you these.
- Your house keys?
- Yeah.
- Are you going somewhere?
- Got my own place.
I know you don't think I can take care of myself, but...
- Where?
- Queens.
- Your mom and I shared our first apartment in Queens.
- Really?
- Yeah.
It was a dump.
Spent a whole week cleaning mold off the tile.
But there is something special about having your own space.
- Hard to picture you scrubbing floors.
- It was a different time.
(emotional music)
- Well, I better...
- Oh, Wyatt, your report.
Nice work.
- Thanks.
(bright festive music)
- Buongiorno.
- Hello, my little snowflake.
Come on in.
How do you like our new place?
- Oh, you did such a great job.
- Ooh, did someone get me a present?
- Oh yeah.
This is just a little housewarming for you.
- A coffee maker?
- Mm-hm.
It's not as fancy as your dad's,
but maybe you can actually use it.
- It's perfect.
- Good.
You know, I gotta say,
I do feel like it's missing something.
- Like what?
- I don't know.
Some kinda little festive touch.
Maybe something German.
(bright festive music)
- Special delivery!
- Gertie?
- There are a lot more of these downstairs, yeah.
- More what?
- Well, my little candy cane,
we are going to decorate your house today all by ourselves.
- I dunno.
Are we sure about that? - Mm-hm.
There's more downstairs.
- And you want me to... - I do.
- Okay. - Yeah. Thanks.
* It's only Christmas once a year *
* So gather 'round the tree
* I'll pour you a cup of cheer
* Please wear a smile for me
* I'm counting on my fingers
* All the 'til you'll be here
* Please say that you're coming home *
- Stand it up. There you go.
* For Christmastime
* It's only Christmas once a year *
* Last year was so hard with all the friends I couldn't see *
* Christmas without you was not as bright as it could be *
* I pushed through those winter nights *
* Just wishing you'd appear
* Please say that you're coming home for Christmastime *
* It's only Christmas once a year *
- I can't believe you found the exact same one.
- Yeah. It's not like it was hard.
I left my dignity right beside it.
(gentle music)
Wyatt, I was wondering if maybe
these have been in storage for a little bit too long.
- Kincaid, I don't know.
- I know, I know, I know.
I get it.
You could think of it as part of your training if you want.
Because right now this is a house,
and you need a home, right?
Homes are filled with memories
and they're filled with traditions.
And we do have a box
of those right here.
* We will not forget
* Please say that you're coming home for Christmastime *
- There we go.
- Pretty good.
- Forgot how warm Christmas can make you feel,
so connected to the people you love.
- Yeah.
- Speaking of which, how's things with your mom?
- She's still not talking to me.
I feel so stupid.
I was so focused on self-improvement
and I disappointed somebody
who has always loved me exactly the way that I am.
- Well, she's not gone.
You know that, right?
She's just angry.
- Maybe. Yeah.
- Ooh, guess what?
Only four more to go.
- Oh, okay. Lay it on me.
- Take up running
- That race is tomorrow, isn't it?
- Yeah. You're gonna do great.
- Oh, okay.
- Upgrade sewing skills?
- I think I can finish that dress tonight.
- Absolutely.
Follow your dreams.
- Finish dress.
Take pictures of dress.
Add dress pictures to sketches.
Send portfolio to designers.
- Like a boss. - Yes.
- Say yes to adventure.
How come you haven't ticked that one off the list?
- I don't know.
Maybe I haven't had one that feels big enough yet.
- Nothing easy, huh?
- No.
- Know what I think?
You're actually gonna get this done.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Okay.
You know that I wouldn't have made it this far at all
without you, right?
(gentle music)
(door tapping)
You wanna get that?
- Yeah.
(gentle music continues)
Dad, what are you doing here?
- Carley sent me your new address
and suggested I might wanna stop by.
- Come on in.
- Ms. Kincaid, it's a pleasure to see you again.
- It's nice to see you too, sir.
- Well, this is nice.
It's cozy.
Feels very you.
- Yeah. Do you want a tour?
I mean, it'll be short, but I can try to spice it up.
- I would love one.
- Okay. Well, tree is kind of stop one.
(gentle music)
- Is that the ornament we made during...
- Blizzard? Yeah.
Remember this one from that Christmas in Florida?
(gentle music continues)
- I haven't seen these in ages.
Your mother loved this one.
(gentle music continues)
Why'd you suddenly decide to hang them?
- Tradition shouldn't be kept in a box,
but I can't take any credit.
It was literally all Carley.
(gentle music continues)
- Hi.
- Is what you've been working on
since you quit your job?
- Among other things.
- It's beautiful, honey.
(gentle music)
- I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry that I didn't tell you.
- Why didn't you?
- I don't know, Mom.
I felt bad.
I feel like you've sacrificed so much for me
so that I didn't have to struggle
the way that you struggled.
And now I'm messing it up
and I'm throwing it away on something
that I should have grown out of probably like ages ago.
- I didn't make all those sacrifices
so that my daughter could grow up
to be unfulfilled and uninspired.
I made them so that you could grow up to be free.
Free to follow your dreams wherever they might lead.
(gentle music continues)
- Checking in for Carley Kincaid.
- Oh, just in time.
The race starts in five minutes.
- I don't think I can do this.
- She's right.
Every racer needs to have a costume.
- Got one. - What?
No, no, no. I'm not ready.
- No, you are.
You just think you aren't.
Trust me.
Whether it's a tight deadline
or a snowball fight with kids,
makes no difference for Carley Kincaid.
When the pressure's on, you always come through.
So I want you to get out there
and show those North Pole nobodies who you really are!
(inspiring music)
- Gimme that costume.
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
- On your mark,
get set,
go!
(people cheering)
- Come on, Kincaid!
Give us a little Christmas spirit!
Go!
Go, go, go, go, go!
Good! Yes!
(tense music continues)
- Happy holidays.
(tense music continues)
Feliz Navidad.
- Timber! - Oh my God.
Are you okay?
- What are you doing, Kincaid?
Run the other way.
- Did you hurt yourself?
- I'm okay. I'll catch up. Go ahead.
- Leave the tree. Leave the tree.
Go. Go.
- Okay. Okay.
- That's my girl!
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
- Didn't get limber, went timber.
(tense music continues)
- Merry Christmas, Santa.
Happy holidays.
(crowd cheering)
(awe-inspiring music)
(awe-inspiring music continues)
- No!
- Yes!
(awe-inspiring music continues)
(people cheering)
- I won! I won! - I knew you were gonna do it.
- Yes, yes.
- Yes!
Woo!
- I need to sit.
- That was good. You sit.
- I'm gonna sit. - Let's sit.
Whoo.
(bright music)
- Maybe a little bit to the left, Jamie.
- So when you say you and Wyatt are friends,
you guys like friends-friends?
Or are you guys like friends?
- Exactly.
- I'm confused.
- No, back where it was.
The light's better.
- Do you want us to spell it out for you?
- What?
- Carley, I love you, but if you don't scoop him up, I will.
- It does have to be back over there, Jamie.
I'm sorry.
- I love you too.
But if you don't take this picture,
I'm gonna be on the next plane to Italy.
- I know, I know.
I'm trying to get the light right on the fabric.
It's supposed to kinda drape and twirl.
Can you just fluff it out a bit more?
- Oh, this is totally not about the dress.
This is about you being in your head
because Wyatt has feelings for you.
- It wasn't part of the deal.
Can you keep fluffing it out?
- Sounds like a bonus to me.
- Do you have feelings for him too?
- No. I don't know. No.
Yes. Some. There are some.
He makes me laugh and that's nice.
And he makes me feel confident in ways
that I'm not used to feeling confident
and, you know, like it doesn't hurt that he's-
- Smoking.
- I was gonna say handsome.
I dunno if I'd call him smoking.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- Oh my gosh, Jamie, Jamie.
Put it out. Put it out.
It's on the candle. Put it out!
(alarm beeping) (extinguisher hissing)
(melancholy music)
- Oh, Carley. I'm so sorry.
- It's not your fault.
I was so close to checking this one off.
(melancholy music continues)
- Hi.
- Hey. - Hey. Sorry.
- I could've come up.
- No, it's okay.
It's okay.
- So, turns out gold medals aren't really a thing
at the Christmas 5K, but thought you should have one anyway.
- Oh!
What did you do?
(traffic whooshing)
Wyatt, this is really sweet.
- It's nothing.
- Thank you. Thanks.
- So I know it's Christmas Eve and all,
but I was wondering if you would wanna go to an event
with me tonight as my date.
- I can't.
- Right.
Totally get it.
- No, no, no, no, no. Like I can't, I can't.
I have to help my mom with the toy drive.
Her Santa Claus fell through.
- Her Santa backed out?
- No, he literally fell through.
He fell through a roof.
I think he was trying to stay in character.
Anyway, I have to help her hand out toys to the kids.
- Are you okay?
- I'm not sure.
- Not sure about what?
- The whole resolution list
and the submitting to designers.
- What are you talking about?
- My dress had a little run-in
with a candle and the candle won.
- Carley, I'm really sorry.
- To think that I dreamed about this dress for so long,
you know, and then I thought that
if I brought it to life,
that it would change something in me.
And I don't think it did.
I think I'm the same.
- Well, you could always start over.
Go back to the drawing board.
- Right now, I actually think I'd prefer
to just take things back to where they were.
(melancholy music)
I mean, I know I had a really boring job,
but I had a job and I was good at it.
And now...
(melancholy music continues)
I'm just gonna go.
Have such a nice time at your thing.
- Merry Christmas.
- Yeah. Merry Christmas.
* I feel alive
* Hey, Christmastime
* Not a frown to be found
* And love is all around
- There you are.
- Just on my way to a thing.
Gertie said you wanted to see me?
- Yes. This won't take long.
Have a seat.
I've been thinking, and, well, I've made up my mind.
The tap is back on, so to speak.
- What?
- I've informed the staff, the banks
and everyone else.
- But I thought you were giving me 'til the end of the year.
- I was.
But you've made it clear you can take your job seriously.
I want you to work beside me, Wyatt.
Show you how the business is run.
And then maybe one day,
you could even be where I am.
- Dad, I'm not really sure what to say.
- Yes would be a good start.
- I think I have to quit.
- What?
- I think I need to quit working for you.
And I'm not saying that outta spite, I promise.
But we haven't been close for a long time, Dad.
I spent my whole childhood trying to make you proud,
put all my energy into trying
to be the son I thought you wanted.
And after mom died, I did the exact opposite.
And it wasn't until recently
that I realized I don't wanna be either one
of those versions of myself anymore.
I just wanna be me.
And I can't figure out who that person is
if I don't do it on my own.
So thank you for the offer,
but my answer's no.
I hope you understand.
- Wyatt, wait.
(safe creaks)
- Dad, you can't bribe me into staying this time.
What are these?
Stocks? Bonds?
- That is the first Christmas card you ever made
after learning to write.
Did all your Rs and Ys backwards.
(emotional music)
That's from when you broke the school record
for the 4,000 meters.
This is your Harvard acceptance letter.
(emotional music continues)
I can keep going.
There's a lot more.
- You saved all these.
- I know I haven't been the best father in the world.
I've never been good at sharing my feelings.
(emotional music continues)
Drove your mother nuts.
But I need to make
one thing abundantly clear.
(emotional music continues)
Having you as my son
has been the single greatest achievement of my life.
(emotional music continues)
And I'm sorry if I ever made you question that.
(emotional music continues)
- Thanks, Dad.
(emotional music continues)
- Well, since you're leaving the company,
Ms. Kincaid's timing couldn't be better.
- You mean Carley?
- She called me about an hour ago asking
for her job back.
Looks like she'll be getting that promotion after all.
- I can't let her do that.
- Where are you going?
(bright music)
- I gotta catch the bus.
- Merry Christmas, Sarah.
- Really isn't the same without the big guy, huh?
Merry Christmas.
- Guess we could all use a little Christmas cheer.
There you go sweetie.
- Honey, don't give up on your dreams just yet.
- There's always next year, right?
- Sure. - Merry Christmas.
- Hey, Devin. Merry Christmas.
- Thank you.
Do you know when Santa's coming?
- I'm sorry, kiddo.
I don't think he's gonna be able to make it this year.
- [Kids] Santa!
(inspiring music)
- Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas!
- Thought Walter broke his leg.
- He did.
(inspiring music continues)
- Wyatt?
- No, little one, it is I, Santa Claus.
- What are you doing?
- Well, I've come to bring comfort and joy to the children.
- You took two buses and a train for the children?
- I thought they could use some cheering up.
Merry Christmas.
Let's go open with some gifts, huh?
Yeah!
Merry Christmas.
Who wants a present?
Come here.
(bright music)
Credit to the real Santa.
This job really takes it outta you.
- Are you in a tux?
- Is this not the dress code for a children's toy drive?
- Okay, lemme guess.
Illegal sleigh racing in Soho?
- Not quite.
It's actually the Snow and Ice Gala in Greenwich.
You'd actually, you'd really like it.
It's champagne, red carpet,
everyone wearing the latest fashions.
But I realized I needed to be here with you.
Don't go back to Comfort Mills.
- Why not?
- Because your dreams are too big for that place.
You're too good for it.
- Look, I just have two resolutions left.
Follow your dreams and say yes to adventure.
I can just make another list next year.
- Or give it another shot.
- Why? Why should I do that?
- Look, I'm here in a half Santa suit
at a toy drive on Christmas Eve
and there is nowhere, literally nowhere else,
I would rather be other than here with you.
I believe in you.
We all do.
(emotional music)
- I needed that.
(emotional music continues)
You know these Santa pants are weirdly working for you.
- What? This old thing? - Yeah.
I owe you an apology.
- For what?
- I spent this whole year thinking you
were a spoiled rich man child.
- I am rich.
- But you're not. You're not.
You are kind
and you are generous
and you are thoughtful.
(gentle music)
I didn't really know you at all.
- Wow.
Well, it's not your fault.
(gentle music continues)
I mean, I'm not even really sure I knew myself,
but thanks to you, I think I'm starting to.
(gentle music continues)
(bright festive music)
Looking good, Gertie.
- Carley's grandmother really knows her stuff.
(bright festive music continues)
- Pop?
- The countdown's about to start. They got enough bubbly?
- On it.
(bright festive music continues)
First time for everything.
Where's the little rascal?
- I think she said something
about claiming your old bedroom.
- It's all hers.
See you guys in a bit.
(bright festive music continues)
Millie, Millie, Millie, you made it.
- Of course, dear.
Now the party can get started.
You remember.
- Randall, what a surprise!
- For you, maybe.
He's been asking me out for years.
- Don't ever give up on romance, my boy.
- I won't.
Oh, Millie.
(bright festive music continues)
Ladies, looking great as usual.
- Nice job on the party, Wyatt.
- Top notch, vintage, Mr. Grinch.
- High praise coming from the sommelier.
- Is Carley here?
- She told us to come ahead.
Wanted to do some final touches.
- Cutting it kinda close.
- Or she's just fashionably late.
(bright festive music continues)
- Excuse me.
(bright festive music continues)
Kincaid.
- Redmond.
- You look...
The dress...
You look incredible.
- Thank you.
(gentle music)
Yeah, I thought I would try something new.
- You know the countdown's about to start.
- Inside? - Yeah.
(gentle music continues)
- I don't know if I want this year to end.
I sent my portfolio to every designer in town.
(gentle music continues)
Kind of nervous about it, actually.
- It'll be fine.
- I still have this one that I haven't crossed off.
- Say yes to adventure. - Mm-hm.
- How many more adventures could you possibly need, Kincaid?
- I actually do have one in mind.
Can you hold this for me for a minute?
- Yeah. - Thanks.
(romantic music)
- Happy New Year. - Happy New Year.
(fireworks popping) (romantic music continues)