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[festive music]
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[happy chatter]
[hammering]
K, kiddos, find us a good one.
Missed me!
Careful, Sam.
Hey, kids, how about this one?
I think Tita will love this one.
Yeah, could be a keeper.
Hey, maybe you should take the tree to your mom's restaurant
without me this year.
That deadline for my book is looming.
I could really use the time.
But it's our tradition to decorate
the tree together as a family.
I know.
But Vanessa asked me to stop by the office this afternoon,
and it sounded more like a "you need to" than "will you."
Yeah, sure, whatever you need.
[pensive music]
Do they have homework?
Sam does, but he can do it later.
Hey, kids, I'm going to take off.
I'll pick you up in a few hours, OK?
Bye, Mom.
Love you.
[blows kiss]
Thanks.
Yeah.
OK, cut her down.
[festive music]
Let's do this.
OK, you're going to help me.
One, two, three.
[tree thuds]
There we go.
[tree rustling]
Hey, Mom, the kids are fighting over who
gets to show you the tree.
I can't wait to see it.
I have a surprise.
This is Candace.
She is our new assistant general manager.
You can call me Candy.
Good to meet you.
Enrique.
Welcome to the team.
Thank you.
Enrique will show you how we do things around here
at the bistro, and you can shadow
him for the next few weeks until the customers get to know you.
[spanish]
Going to see the little angels.
[gasps and exclaims]
[laughs]
Hola, Tita.
We got you a tree.
I picked it out.
So big!
VANESSA: Sign these.
Look, I don't want to scare you, but I'm
getting a lot of pressure from Mr.
Hines about this third book.
We need to strike while the iron is hot.
I know.
It's just my iron's cold.
Well, we need to warm it up.
Advances have been paid.
I'm late. I know.
I'm sorry.
March was late.
We're past late.
We're uncomfortably past due.
I just don't feel very inspired right now.
Been a really hard last few months.
Separations are never easy.
This is just a rough patch.
You two will get through it.
[mischievous music]
Listen, don't look, but Mr. Hines is standing
right outside the window.
So just do something that looks like an idea.
Yeah, OK, um, uh, OK.
So-- so there's, um, a big tree, and the tree's
branches are made of ice cream.
And there's-- there's a pig, and there's a cow.
And they come to the tree, and they just
lick up all the ice cream until they roll
around with big bellyaches.
[laughter]
- OK, OK, OK. - OK, are we good?
Yeah, yeah, we're good. We're good.
Thank you for doing that.
And you might be on to something.
Ah, yeah.
["joy to the world" playing]
You made that at school.
This is an ornament for my mom.
She said it made her think of me.
That's so pretty.
THERAPIST: What about scheduling time for just the two of you?
There is no time.
I still don't have the idea for my new book,
and the deadline is right around the corner.
[phone dings] [scoffs]
To be honest, it's been causing me
a lot of anxiety and sort of stifling my Christmas spirit.
Yeah, and I'm pretty busy at work as well.
The holidays get crazy for us.
Yeah, but it's not like it's a normal 9:00 to 5:00 job.
It's his family's restaurant.
He's there all the time, day and night,
so there's no time for us to--
THERAPIST: Progress won't be made
until you to start prioritizing time alone with each other.
The idea is to get back to what made you fall
in love in the first place.
I would like that.
I would like that, too.
OK.
[phone dings]
Can you maybe turn that thing off?
Rebecca, you know I'm the general manager
of the restaurant.
People need questions answered.
They rely on me to do my job.
I'll be quick.
Hello?
The toilet plunger?
It's in the utility closet where it always is.
Please don't call unless it's urgent.
I'm sorry.
I'll turn it off.
Sometimes, it is an actual emergency.
THERAPIST: The two of you have now been separated
for nearly four months.
When you first came to me, you said
you were hoping to get things resolved before the holidays,
and now here we are, just three weeks before Christmas.
And you still haven't put in the work.
Rebecca, let's start with you.
What will it take for you to forgive Enrique?
[pensive music]
I don't know.
Maybe time.
OK.
[scoffs]
Come on.
It's not like I cheated on you.
I did what I had to do to keep the family business afloat.
Excuse me, that is not the entire story,
and when you put it like that, how do I
not come across as the villain?
I--
No one is the villain here.
OK, I just gave my mom the money she needed
to keep the restaurant going.
It was-- it was just a loan.
To you, it was just a loan.
To me, it was an advance on a book I hadn't written yet.
I'm sorry.
We're out of time for today.
Please, continue this conversation on your own.
As uncomfortable as it is, this is
the issue that needs to be resolved
for you to move forward.
["carol of the bells" playing]
I don't see Santa.
Oh, he'll be back.
He's just on a break.
Like you and Daddy?
Hmm.
There's Santa.
Is he the real Santa?
No, he's probably just a rental.
Oh, ho ho ho, Merry Christmas.
Looks like-- looks like you two are ready for a photo.
Come on, right over here.
You stand right there, and why don't you come up on my lap
here, hmm?
Merry Christmas.
Oh, ho ho ho.
Ow!
She just pulled on his beard.
We have to teach her boundaries.
- I mean-- - You don't have a beard.
She's been pointing out people's flaws.
Yeah, the other day, she told me my left ear
is bigger than my right.
Hmm.
How could she notice that when there's such a beautiful face
in between those ears?
Oh, please, although she did tell me
she was starting to notice a bald spot
in the back of your head.
What?
True or false, you are the real Santa.
True.
Here's the trick.
You know the long-bearded Santas?
Those are the fake ones.
Mrs. Claus doesn't like the long beards.
You also have a red dot on your nose like Rudolph.
- Oh, that's from, uh-- - I want a PlayStation.
[laughs]
OK, well, good for you.
Uh, how about you?
I was going to say a puppy, but--
[phone vibrates]
Excuse me.
[pensive music]
Just ask for a doll.
Tell you what, write me a letter with this special pen,
OK?
Now, you put it in the mail once you've figured out exactly
what you want for Christmas.
Now, the pen will only show its magic if the request
is true of heart.
[jingling]
Oh, it's time for the picture.
[camera snaps]
Mommy, it was real Santa.
Of course, it was.
And he gave us his magic pen.
Wow, that was very nice of him.
Did they charge me for that?
I don't think so.
OK.
All right, I'll see you guys tomorrow.
Bye, Mom.
ENRIQUE: OK, grab your coats.
See you tomorrow.
[door thuds]
[yells]
[shrieks]
[laughter]
Mom, you're going to give me a heart attack!
That doorbell cam is going to be the death of me.
How was Santa?
Great.
He was the real one.
CAMILLA: Really?
He had a real beard and everything.
Wow.
And he gave us a magic pen.
[gasps]
Wow, it's nice.
Wonderful.
ENRIQUE: All right, go brush your teeth.
- I'll be up there in a-- - Last one has to sleep outside!
Good night, Tita!
No one's sleeping outside.
Did you mean to say "last one there is a rotten egg"
or "eats a rotten egg"?
Because that's what you said, and that's wrong.
I don't have time for a Spanish lesson right now, Mom.
So?
How'd it go?
With Santa?
Well, he's pretty mysterious, definitely
has a lot of secrets, and I think he's put on some weight.
You know what I mean, con Rebecca.
[melancholy music]
Please, don't.
I'm not going there with you right now, Mom.
Maria's coming home in a couple of days for Christmas
break, and she's hoping to have the guestroom.
Well, I'm the big brother, so I get dibs.
She'll be the one that has to sleep outside.
Enrique, this can't go on indefinitely, hijo.
I know, Mom.
[peaceful music]
What are you doing?
I'm writing a letter to Santa using the magic pen.
That will take forever.
Give it to me.
I can write faster than you can.
What do you want me to write?
Dear real Santa, this is Izzy Alvarez.
I live on 36 Cherry Lane most of the time.
Sometimes, I live with my grandma, where my dad stays.
Izzy, just tell me what you want.
A puppy.
Mom won't want a new dog.
But Sam, it's worth a try.
When we had Buster, everything was perfect.
Fine.
I think we should have realistic expectations.
No thanks.
[upbeat music]
[festive music]
[puppy whines]
ENRIQUE: Hey.
[whining continues]
Hi, puppy.
Who are you?
Who do you belong to?
[puppy whines]
Hmm?
A puppy!
Her name is Noel.
ENRIQUE: Hey, that's all.
Go.
Go on, Noel.
Mom I wrote a letter to Santa asking for a puppy,
and then Noel showed up this morning at Grandma's house.
[puppy whines]
I don't buy it.
She's got a Christmas bow.
ENRIQUE: Well, evidently, they wrote Santa a letter last night
with that pen he gave them.
She really thinks this dog is from Santa?
Can we keep her?
Mom, please?
She showed up at your dad's house,
so maybe she should stay there.
Then I want to live with Daddy, too.
Honey, that's not fair.
Mom didn't choose to get a dog.
Well, we didn't choose to live in separate homes.
IZZY: You said it was only going to be a couple of weeks.
Now it's almost Christmas, the best time of year.
You're making it the worst time of year.
[melancholy music]
[sighs]
REBECCA: You promised no more unilateral decisions.
You see what you're doing here?
I'm trying to be responsible about this,
and you show up like, I guess we have a dog now.
And to the kids, it's like, look how cool and fun Dad is.
OK, OK.
I will take her to the vet, and we'll
put up signs around the neighborhood for a lost dog.
And if no one claims her, she can live at my place.
No, you will not.
Uh, I'm confused.
She can stay here when the kids are here,
and when they're at your house, she can stay there.
It's hard enough for them to see us go through this.
I don't need to be perceived as the villain who hates dogs.
You know what?
They're right.
This separation should have ended weeks ago.
All we're doing is confusing the kids.
Maybe I should watch The Nutcracker
alone with them tomorrow night just to keep things simple.
Rebecca, please, let's not do that.
It's important that we stick to what we agreed to.
I mean, I know we are taking time here,
but we said we would continue to spend
time together as a family.
[puppy whines]
You remember how easy things used to be?
Yeah.
You mean when all it took was, hey?
[chuckles]
Mm, cute.
I think our situation calls for something a little more.
Mm, something like--
[laughs]
Hey.
Wow, we should probably talk to our therapist about that
because there is a lot to unpack here.
OK.
I can unpack all day long.
You get her checked out.
I will.
Are you sure you want us to leave?
[laughs]
Are you sure?
(STAMMERING) Yeah, OK, go. Go.
You got to get out of here.
Go.
[laughs]
It's too cute. ENRIQUE: We can stay.
No, go. Leave.
- ENRIQUE: All right. - Go.
Go. [laughs]
[knocks]
Hey, kiddos.
I'm sorry.
Noel didn't do anything wrong.
I know.
Listen, your dad is going to take her to the vet tomorrow,
and if no one claims her, then she's ours.
[twinkly music]
True or false, you're letting us keep Noel.
Well, if everything checks out, then true.
Mm.
You are in charge of walking her.
Deal?
[laughs]
[cheerful music]
The prodigal child returns.
I'm only here for the presents.
[gasps]
You got a dog!
She kind of just showed up at the doorstep.
She didn't seem to belong to anyone, so yeah, we got a dog.
A stray?
She had a bow on her.
It's a long story, but the kids believe that she's from Santa.
Hmm.
I've seen a lot more smiles and laughter since she arrived.
Uh-huh.
Well, she's very cute.
[cooing]
I'm just so proud of you, living back here at home with Mom.
Well, it's temporary.
Mm, temporary is like two or three days.
What's taking you so long to patch things up, huh?
I don't know.
She's busy.
I'm busy.
MARIA: Oh, please.
Becca has always looked at you with stars in her eyes,
and you treat her like a goddess.
You've always been madly in love,
so why don't you just talk to each other?
It's not so simple.
MARIA: Isn't it?
No.
She just--
[sighs]
She doesn't understand that when someone in the family
is struggling, you do whatever you need to do to help them.
MARIA: You know, maybe she doesn't see it like that.
Maybe she feels like people shouldn't
butt into everyone else's life.
I didn't butt in.
Family helps family.
That's how we were raised, and that's what I was doing.
OK.
Remember when Rebecca was pregnant with Sam,
and we all went to the bistro that night to choose his name?
Mommy was jockeying for the name Noah because, you know,
the Bible.
The Bible.
Yeah, and Dad kept suggesting Enrique, Jr.
Yeah.
Well, Rebecca got real quiet because she
was a little annoyed that we were all voting on the name
of her firstborn child, right?
Yeah.
I was in the doghouse that night,
and then the next morning, when I woke up on the couch,
she told me she was naming him Sam.
You see?
Yeah, and then when I told Mom, I got in trouble again.
[laughs]
You really made yourself at home at the Chateau
Bow-Wow that week, huh?
[sensitive music]
So your point is?
Rebecca was raised differently than we were.
She was an only child, so maybe she's
used to doing it alone, figuring things
out, making her own decisions, naming her own children.
OK, got to go back to work, and I get it.
Thanks, Sis.
Thanks for looking after Noel.
MARIA: Noel!
Mm, mm, mm.
[festive music]
This is your father?
Your mom talked about him quite a bit in the interview.
Yep, that was him.
His name was Gabriel.
He built this whole place for her.
It was his life mission to make her happy, and he did.
You play guitar.
I do, but I'm a little rusty.
Your mother was bragging about how good you are.
Really?
What else did my mother tell you?
That she wished you played more.
Hmm, yeah, I've been carrying that around, hoping for stolen
moments when I might dust it off,
but they've been few and far between these days.
Where'd she find you, anyway?
At Ray's.
I don't know that restaurant.
Ray's Fitness.
I was teaching Zumba.
To my mom?
Yes, and others.
Wait a second, do you have any actual restaurant experience?
I, uh, started hosting when I was 16, waiting tables at 18.
I was head waitress at 21.
After I earned my master's early,
I worked as a shift manager.
Wow, and when does Zumba come into play?
One hour, three days a week.
Fitness is a big part of my life, so I decided to teach it.
I guess actually I get paid to work out, but it's a side gig.
Well, if I got paid to work out,
I'd already have $0 in my bank account.
[giggles]
[pats gut]
[giggles]
Uh, deliveries-- we get them out back.
Let me show you, so this way.
[TCHAIKOVSKY, "THE NUTCRACKER MARCH"]
Huh.
Who's this guy?
I don't know.
I think he's the Nutcracker.
[laughs]
[TCHAIKOVSKY, "DANCE OF THE SUGAR PLUM FAIRY"]
Oh, man, that was a crowd pleaser, huh?
Mm.
[chuckles]
I can't really feel the left side of my body right now.
Oh, that's not good.
Yeah.
I forgot why The Nutcracker became
one of our family traditions.
I mean, it doesn't really translate to the screen.
I know it doesn't.
Maybe we could skip it next year.
Yeah, no argument here.
That's progress.
Ha-ha.
[chuckles]
Will you take Izzy upstairs for me?
Of course.
Let's go, baby.
[sensitive music]
Hey, Sam.
Ow.
Let's go upstairs, huh?
You're still sleeping in Sam's room?
When you go back to your room, I'll go back to my room.
Can you sing me a song?
Sweetheart, it's late, and I can't feel my neck.
Please?
OK.
(SINGING) Silent night, holy night, all is calm.
All is bright.
'Round--
Boring.
Can't you rap it or something?
Wouldn't that be blasphemous?
(RAPPING) 'Round yon virgin, mother and child,
sleep in heavenly peace.
[groaning and giggling]
Rah!
Tickle monster!
Oh, all right, time for bed.
Good night.
[smooches]
Love you.
Good night, Sam.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay.
I need a Advil.
[laughs]
Hey, do you want to stay for a glass of wine,
help me finish decorating?
Yeah, of course.
Why are you smiling?
Because you don't want me to leave.
[chuckles]
[peaceful music]
To getting through it, resetting, and finding
a positive path forward.
And to our new addition, Noel.
[chuckles]
[glasses clink]
Is there anything else?
Anything else what?
Is there anything else I can do for you?
I might have a list.
[places glass down]
What's number one on that list?
SAM: Mom!
I can't sleep!
What does he expect me to do about that?
I don't know.
SAM: Mom!
BOTH: Go to bed!
SAM: Wait, is Dad still here?
I was just walking your father out.
(WHISPERING) Really?
I'll be up in just a minute.
Come on.
Rebecca.
Come on.
[sighs]
Thanks for coming over.
Of course.
[chuckles]
The movie was boring, but the company was wonderful.
We should do it again sometime soon.
Definitely.
Different movie, though.
[chuckles]
Hey, can you pick up the kids at 10:30 tomorrow?
I've got a book signing at 11:00.
Aren't they in school?
No, it's that Teacher Appreciation Day, remember,
so we're on our own.
That's right.
Well, tomorrow's not a good day.
I-- I have to train the new assistant GM,
and then we have that holiday party right around the corner.
Well, I can't change the book signing.
It's been on the schedule for a month,
and since I'm way behind on the new one,
I definitely have to be there.
OK, OK.
I'll figure it out.
You're sure?
ENRIQUE: Yeah.
I'll be there.
[engine grinds]
Everything OK?
Yeah, it just gets a little finicky sometimes.
[engine grinds and turns over]
See ya.
[mischievous music]
What are you doing?
I'm writing a letter to Santa.
You asked for a puppy and got it.
I want a PlayStation.
Here, draw it.
Draw what?
A white box.
You're not going to get it.
It's not true of heart.
It is true of heart.
My heart truly wants it.
[upbeat music]
[gasps]
Hola, Maria.
Where have you been?
To the store.
I need some baking supplies.
Mm, where are the groceries?
Mm, you have five seconds to come clean.
Fine, fine.
I need a PlayStation.
What?
You want to play video games?
So you're just going to keep checking the mail
every night between now and Christmas?
What if they ask you for something
you couldn't possibly get?
Maria, last Christmas was our first Christmas
without your father, and this year,
they might not even wake up with their dad in their house.
They're my only grandkids.
I want to make Christmas special for them.
OK, yeah, fine.
I get it.
I'm in, but ignore this PlayStation business.
You'll spoil them.
Who, me?
Spoil my grandchildren?
Mami, next, they might ask for a sports car,
and then what would you do?
Besides, everybody knows that Santa only delivers on some
of the items on your wish list.
[mischievous music]
[sighs]
[stomping]
I told you so.
Whatever.
I'm getting that PlayStation.
CAMILLA: No, no, that's not it.
Mom, please.
CAMILLA: That's not it, either.
I-- I got it.
What's going on here?
His neck is sore, and he can't turn in a certain way.
I can help work that out.
How many Enriques does it take to screw in a light bulb?
More than one on this day.
Please do what you can.
This version of Enrique is just no use to me.
Wow, I'm her employee.
[chuckles]
This is a really nice space.
Right?
This is where you Zumba?
Yeah, this is it, is it?
[laughs]
Is that how you Zumba?
I guess.
[laughs]
Um, you know what?
Lay down.
OK.
I'm going to put this right behind your neck.
Ay, ay.
[groans]
It's my left side.
CANDY: Just tilt your head a little bit.
Ow.
[exhales]
OK, that feels kind of nice.
Self-care is everything.
You ever take time to just stretch and breathe
and check in with yourself?
[chuckles]
No, not really.
I mean, it's hard, you know, with Rebecca and the kids
and my mom, the bistro, and Rebecca
and the kids and my mom.
[chuckles]
CANDY: Yeah.
Hey, kids.
I need you to get your backpacks, please.
Your dad's going to be here in a minute.
Chop chop.
Hey.
My truck's not starting.
I'm supposed to pick up the kids in 10 minutes.
Do you have any jumper cables, by any chance?
No, sorry.
But do you need me to get the kids?
I'm headed to the restaurant.
I could pick them up and bring them there.
Well, I mean, if you don't mind.
I just don't want Rebecca to be late.
Not a problem at all.
Thank you.
You're a lifesaver.
I will text you the address, and I'll
- let Rebecca know you're coming. - OK.
- ENRIQUE: OK? - Yeah.
OK, cool.
And thank you, really.
[sighs]
36 Cherry Lane.
[intriguing music]
[clanging and muttering]
Come on, man.
[knocks]
Hi.
You must be Rebecca.
I'm Candace.
Hi.
Do we know each other?
I know Enrique.
OK.
In what way?
Come on.
[grunts]
Did he call you?
Nope.
Can I help you with something?
Uh, he's having problems with his truck
and asked me if I could pick up the kids.
Uh--
[phone vibrates]
[sighs]
Hello?
Hey, I'm running late.
Yeah, I know.
Candace is here.
[phone beeps]
Hello?
OK.
[sighs]
Hello?
I work with your ex-husband.
He's not my ex.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I-- I didn't mean to assume.
I--
[sighs]
We work together at the restaurant.
OK, well, I don't know you, so I'm going to wait for Enrique.
Yeah, of course.
I am so sorry.
[engine grinds]
Come on.
[engine turns over]
That was very awkward.
I am so sorry.
I tried calling.
I had to call the bookstore and tell
them that I was going to be late to my own book signing.
ENRIQUE: My truck wouldn't start.
REBECCA: So you send your assistant.
[melancholy music]
Candy is not my assistant.
She's the assistant GM.
Mm, you're the GM.
She's the assistant GM.
What am I missing here?
Well, she's also a fitness professional,
and she was helping me with my neck.
You don't need to explain yourself to me.
I'm not your mother.
Why are you making such a big deal about her
giving the kids a ride?
The kids know her.
She's nice.
You just said that you don't have time for anything,
but you do have time to go to the gym with your assistant.
She's not--
I cannot be late or more late than you have already made me.
Lock the door when you leave.
Good luck.
Wow.
[sighs]
I see you up there.
[footsteps receding]
True or false, you're in big trouble with Mom.
True.
SAM: Why is mom so mad?
Because she's under a lot of pressure at work.
She works very hard, but it hasn't been easy.
Why don't you help her?
I'd like to, but she doesn't seem to want my help right now.
True or false, you love Mommy very, very much.
[sensitive music]
True.
I do love Mom very, very much.
But she doesn't love you anymore?
Wow, this is hard.
[chuckles nervously]
Um, I don't know what Mom feels these days.
Why don't you ask her?
Do you want me to ask her?
I can do the true or false thing.
No, sweetheart.
Come here, honey.
Look, it's been hard for your mom and me, OK?
But I want you to never forget this.
We love you two more than anything in the world, OK?
How about this?
Why don't we come up with a-- with an extra special Christmas
present for Mom, hmm?
Do you want to help me do that?
Yeah?
[puppy panting]
How's therapy going?
It's frustrating.
We keep looking to her for answers,
but she keeps telling us to talk to each other.
And all I know is that it's messy and difficult,
and it never used to be that way.
But you still love him.
Of course, I still love him, but I--
I miss the old him, the him that was, like, singing
and writing all the time.
Do you know we used to put the kids to sleep,
and then we'd go to work in the same room?
I would work on my stories, and he would work on his lyrics.
We'd bounce ideas back and forth.
I was his muse.
He was mine.
It was great.
I looked forward to those times.
But now he's not writing anymore.
He practically lives at the restaurant.
I don't have a finished story, and the advance
is already gone.
And we're less than two weeks away
from that Christmas deadline.
I think you need to channel your aggression about your marriage
into your work.
Sure.
Take my confusion and sadness and mild frustration
and put it into a children's book.
Go home.
Get a good night's sleep.
Mr. Hines wants you in tomorrow at 10:00 AM.
We have a surprise for you.
Rebecca, come in.
Have a seat.
Uh, this is Liam.
Liam, Rebecca.
Pleasure to meet you.
We just convinced Liam to move here from London.
His last two books were Carnegie Medal winners.
Wow, congratulations.
Thank you.
Liam is a top illustrator.
We want to put him on your book.
I see.
I'm hearing that we have to have something
finished by Christmas Eve.
Why don't you give him the premise,
and you can start working.
Of course, yeah.
The book is about two children, a young girl
and her older brother.
[mischievous music]
And they go see Santa Claus.
[clicking pen]
And Santa gives them a magic pen.
The parents are separated.
Mm, we don't really do separated in children's books.
Well, I think it's brilliant, refreshing.
Not every family comes in a perfect little package
with a big red bow.
So yeah, what do they-- what do they ask for?
Well, a puppy at first, and then the
asks get more heartfelt.
I like it.
Um, Santa gives the kids a magic pen,
and they're going to use it to do good for their family.
Yeah, I can run with that for now.
Good.
Feel free to use the conference room this afternoon.
All right.
[sensitive music]
SAM: Do you think she is lonely?
I don't know.
Maybe?
She's been grouchy and sad, and she
doesn't have Dad to sing her songs and make her laugh.
Yeah.
We need to cheer her up.
Come on, I have an idea for another letter.
[typing]
Anything?
I'm telling you, these kids are so cute.
They asked for a beautiful bouquet of flowers
- for their mom. - Aw.
[laughs]
Ooh, I think I know just the ones.
[festive music]
Ooh, yeah.
There you go.
[doorbell rings]
Wow.
I know.
Sam.
A beautiful bouquet to brighten
your day where creative ideas are free to bloom.
Love, Santa.
That's so sweet.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.
Oh, I received the most unexpected surprise
this morning.
It was incredibly thoughtful.
And I think I finally have an idea for my book.
Really?
What is it?
A couple of kids who write letters
to Santa with a magic pen.
THERAPIST: That sounds cute.
And familiar.
So what happens?
I don't know yet.
What do they ask for?
Well, I don't have all the details worked out,
but I just met with my new illustrator.
He's great.
And I think the mere idea that I have a collaborator
to bounce things off of means that I'm actually
going to get this thing done before the deadline,
and it is such a relief.
That's wonderful.
And what about the surprise?
It was the most beautiful bouquet
of flowers I have ever seen--
peonies, roses, calla lilies, the same flowers
that were in our wedding.
I can't tell you how much it means to me.
Um, I wish I could take credit for the flowers,
but I didn't send them.
What do you mean?
Oh, oh, because it's Santa.
Becca, it wasn't me.
Seriously?
Seriously.
Can you think of anyone else who might have sent them,
maybe somebody from the office?
Like your illustrator?
I doubt it.
We just met.
I mean, it sounds like a gift from an admirer.
You're the one who's going to the gym with that ball
of energy from work.
[scoffs]
What?
Don't accuse me of anything.
All I did was open my front door.
THERAPIST: OK, OK.
Let's talk about this because you both seem pretty bothered.
Enrique, are you exploring other options?
No!
THERAPIST: Rebecca?
No.
But yet just two short months ago,
she was speaking to a divorce lawyer,
and now she's getting flowers delivered
to her doorstep, our doorstep?
It was just a conversation.
Enrique, how does this make you feel?
Honestly?
It hurts.
THERAPIST: In what way?
We stood in front of our family
and our friends and each other, and we
vowed to stay together forever.
And yet here we are.
And you go to a divorce lawyer?
Divorce is definitely not temporary.
Enrique, I was struggling.
I was feeling a lot of feelings, and I've
never been good at speaking about things out loud.
And so I was just weighing all of my options,
even though I never really considered getting a divorce.
I'm serious.
THERAPIST: I am so proud of the two of you.
This was the most honest you have been with each other
since I have met you.
This is great work.
[sighs]
I really don't know if I can do this.
I'm really riled up right now.
That's exactly why we're here.
You need to loosen up, relieve some stress.
Are there normally this many men in this class?
No, it's the instructor.
I've never taken the class.
I've only watched through the window.
Even I think she's attractive, and I'm a tough sell.
So we're about a week away from the Christmas Eve deadline.
I'm hoping there's some serious Christmas magic happening.
Liam seemed to spark some good ideas, right?
Yeah, there's been some progress.
Yeah.
OK, let's hit it.
[energetic music]
Woo, are you excited?
No way.
No, no, that's Enrique's new assistant.
No.
I'm out of here.
No, no, no, no, please stay.
It'll look really strange if we walk out of here right now.
I don't care. I don't--
Come on, just try it.
Look, the steps are so easy.
CANDY: Add those arms!
Yeah!
[whooping]
Right?
Ugh.
Come on, Becca.
[giggles]
To the right!
Let's go!
Let's go.
Woo!
Take it away.
Oh, oh, sorry, hold on, guys.
You, ma'am, you in the back. [gasps]
- She's talking to you. - The redhead?
- You need to go up there. - Stop, stop.
Stop. CANDY: Hi, Rebecca.
Come on, cheer her on, everybody.
[applause] She should go up there.
CANDY: Hi, Rebecca.
Come up here.
I can help you with this.
OK, we're going to take it from the left.
VANESSA: Woo!
Get it, girl!
CANDY: Rebecca!
Woo!
Get it, girl!
You look great!
[upbeat music]
[clapping]
VANESSA: Woo!
Woo!
CANDY: Take it back now, y'all.
Salsa!
Woo!
There you go!
[cheering and applause]
Good job.
Hi.
Oh, hi.
Thanks for stopping in.
I can't wait to see what you've come up with.
By the way, is there something that I
should be thanking you for?
Uh, I don't know.
Uh, why don't you, uh, check out these concept drawings first,
and then you can decide, OK?
[sensitive music]
REBECCA: The story isn't even finished yet,
and this is exactly what I imagined.
It's well, just, you know, concepts
to get the ideas going, but I'm glad you like them.
How is the story going?
[door opens]
Uh, it's developing up here.
OK.
Maybe keep that to yourself.
Yeah, my lips are sealed.
[chuckles]
Actually, that reminds me.
Do you have plans tomorrow?
Let me check my wide-open schedule.
Oh, look at that.
I'm free.
Uh, why?
What's-- what's going on?
Well, my mother-in-law owns a Mexican
restaurant down on Main Street.
Every year, they host a gigantic holiday party.
Half the town shows up.
There's food and games and prizes.
And anyway, I thought you might like
to come and make some friends outside the office.
Yeah, sure.
Yeah, I'm down.
Great.
Oh, and wear an ugly Christmas sweater.
[festive music]
I have just the one.
Great.
[laughs]
Thank you.
IZZY: How's your new book coming along?
It's in progress.
Any good ideas yet?
Yeah, I've got the basic idea.
I'm still working out some of the details.
IZZY: I could help you, Mom.
When I'm older, I want to write a children's
book just like you.
Well, isn't that nice?
And I could certainly use the help.
And I'm going to write songs like Dad.
He's really getting good.
Is he now?
Well, listen, I want you both to have all the choices
in the world, but the most important thing
is to pick something that you love
and that you work really hard at it, OK?
Good night, you two.
[mischievous music]
Izzy, can you draw an elf?
Arriba, arriba!
[laughs]
Let's see.
Let's see what it is.
Let's see.
Is it jewelry?
They want an elf.
As in on a shelf?
[sighs]
No.
They want an elf who can help Rebecca with her book.
Que?
Dios mio, it's becoming more challenging.
[chuckles]
[speaking spanish]
I don't know.
I told you it was going to be hard.
Ta-da, there you go.
Yay, love Santa cakes!
That's awesome.
Thanks, Mom.
Yeah.
OK, so today at the party, you are
going to meet the illustrator for my new book.
His name is Liam.
[festive music]
Is he new?
Like, did he just show up out of nowhere?
Yeah, kinda.
Does he have pointy ears?
I-- I don't know.
You are going to have to see for yourself.
OK, eat up.
Dig in.
[crowd chattering]
Rebecca, hi.
Hey, Liam.
Ooh, wow.
That is an excellent sweater.
I think you win.
Oh, this old thang?
It's just lying around for ages.
[laughs]
These are my kids.
This is Sam, and the unicorn here is Izzy.
Very nice to meet you both. I'm Liam.
ENRIQUE: Hey.
IZZY: Daddy!
Hi, baby.
REBECCA: Enrique, this is Liam.
We work together.
Nice to meet you.
He just showed up out of nowhere.
Are you the new illustrator?
Yeah, I am.
I was a big admirer of Rebecca's last two books,
so it was an easy decision to move out here for a bit to work
with her and this publisher.
Hey, kids.
BOTH: Candy!
Go say hi.
Liam, come meet Candy.
LIAM: Oh, OK.
Uh, see you guys around.
[upbeat music]
Come on, Daddy.
Win the polar bear for me.
Oh.
Thank you.
All right, here we go.
[thuds]
K, Izzy, here we go.
This is the lucky one.
[thuds]
Ah, another one.
It's OK, Daddy.
No, baby.
That polar bear is going to be yours.
I promise.
[thuds]
Let's move on from this.
I'll be right back, OK?
Be right back.
You good?
- [chuckles] - Thank you.
[intriguing music]
Do you think he's handsome?
Who, Liam?
Yeah.
Uh, yeah.
But he's not.
One extra book of tickets.
Enrique, really?
Maria, really.
One more book.
OK.
[exhales]
Where do you think he comes from?
The North Pole, obviously.
The pen is magic, which means he was created by magic,
and therefore, he's probably not human.
[clatters]
[cheering and applause]
Thanks, Liam.
I love it so much.
Grandma, I want to invite Liam as a guest
when me make tamales.
Oh, I don't think Liam wants to do that.
Of course, he's invited.
On behalf of Izzy, I insist.
I'd love to.
So where do you come from?
London.
I'm here working with your mum.
I'm, uh, I'm doing the pictures for her book.
True or false, you have Earth parents.
Uh, true.
Sam, Izzy, stop.
Some line of questioning.
What are you going to name?
Liam, after Liam.
Oh, that's nice of you.
I think Liam would be flattered.
He's nice, Mommy.
REBECCA: He is.
OK, good night, you two.
Good night, Mom.
Good night.
[mischievous music]
Liam's not nice.
Yes, he is.
Not as nice as Dad.
True.
I do miss Daddy.
[sensitive music]
Me, too.
Get the pen.
[festive music]
[upbeat music]
[mischievous music]
CAMILLA: Oh my god, look at this.
[laughs]
MARIA: That's so cute.
[sensitive music]
SAM (VOICEOVER): Dear Santa, our wish
that is true of heart is for our mom and dad
to be together again.
Please, help bring our family back together for Christmas.
Love, Sam and Izzy.
Oh, that's so cute.
So happy you two are here to help me.
Are you excited for Christmas?
Are Mommy and Daddy broke down?
Are they ever--
Going to be fixed?
CAMILLA: Are you forgetting what time of the year this is?
It's Christmas.
Amazing things happen at Christmas.
Believe me, much more than Santa is at work.
But maybe, maybe we should just give them some space.
I think this is something that they need
to figure out on their own.
You know, some people say that I meddle
in other people's business.
Yeah, my mom says that about you all the time.
She does?
[chuckles]
Maybe she's right.
All I'm saying is that even though your heart may very well
be in a loving and sincere place, sometimes,
the best move is to move out of the way.
I don't understand.
I may just be talking to myself.
That's good.
A little more water.
A little more elbow grease, Sam.
Nice job.
There we go.
(WHISPERING) What's he saying, Dad?
That their Christmas tradition in London
is to get together and make Yorkshire pudding.
I know that one.
Many hands make light work.
ENRIQUE: How do you know that one?
Tita said it a million times.
How many languages you speak?
Uh, four.
Wow.
you're like C-3PO.
[laughter]
Good one, Sam.
Oh, you could learn a thing or two.
You're funny, Mom.
Yeah, Maria and I were born here,
but Mom and Dad came from Mexico.
And Dad wanted us to fit in, so he only
spoke English around the house.
And that's why I didn't really learn to speak it very well,
but I understand it more than she thinks.
Well, you're not mentioning that you spent two summers
in Mexico City with our abuela.
Oh, there's a word.
Good job.
So Liam, are you going to join us for our Christmas video?
For what?
These guys don't do a Christmas card.
Every year, they make a Christmas video.
Oh, well, I don't know.
I mean, it sounds like kind of a family thing.
Oh, well, last year, they pulled
in their UPS driver, Marcus.
[laughs]
To this group, everybody's family.
Yeah.
Yeah?
OK.
[chuckles]
[sighs]
Come on, everybody. Get in position.
CAMILLA: Oh, oh, we're ready?
What about this?
["WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS" PLAYING]
[music stops]
That should be Dad dancing with Mom, not some stupid elf.
Come on, we need to see Santa and fix this.
[mischievous music]
[peaceful music]
Hey, kids, I'm making lunch!
Sam, Izzy, I'm making PB and J.
[pensive music]
Sam!
Izzy!
Look.
Let's get hot chocolate and wait.
Enrique, the kids are missing.
I don't know where they've gone, and there's
footsteps leaving the house.
- ENRIQUE (ON PHONE): I'm coming. - Thanks.
Bye.
Thank you.
It's him.
Who?
Santa.
I know it's him.
He has the red dot on his nose and the same beard.
Can I help you?
Yes, Santa, you can.
That's some disguise, but I recognize that red
dot on your nose anywhere.
Actually, um, it's a mole, and, um,
I'm not who you think I am.
Oh, yes, you are.
Everything is all messed up.
I drew an elf, and you brought us an Englishman.
Wait, what are you-- what are you talking about?
I-- I don't create people, magically speaking.
I-- I can't do that.
I mean, I can do some pretty amazing things, but I mean,
I'm not some all-powerful wizard or genie in a bottle.
Santa, we asked for our parents to be back together.
We wrote you a letter with the magic pen.
IZZY: Not one thing happened.
They didn't hold hands, or they didn't kiss.
You can't just go around giving kids magic pens
and breaking little girls' hearts.
I remember who you are.
You're the one that pulled my beard, right?
OK.
Look, as I recall, when I first met you, your parents
didn't seem very happy, right?
We don't just want our parents to be happy.
We want them to be together.
I mean, we want them happy together.
Yeah, what she said.
Listen, your parents make their own choices.
I can't make their choices for them.
Then what's the point of the stupid pen?
It can't even give us what we want.
Our parents are still apart, and I don't have a PlayStation.
Look, listen.
It can still help you get what you want if what you're
asking for is something that's for the good
of everybody involved.
The magic isn't in the pen.
It's inside of you, and the best magic
is what happens when you believe in something so deeply
that anything is possible.
But that never works with unicorns.
Well, that's because unicorns aren't real--
- -ly, really rearranging their schedules to appease
the wishes of a little girl.
That's not what I meant.
Um, well, don't-- don't get me started on unicorns,
OK, because they're--
they're very complicated.
They're needy, and they're a little full of themselves,
if you ask me.
So just saying.
Where are your parents?
And, flip.
Look at me, winning the game.
I'll beat you, Santa.
[chuckles]
And, flip.
[clears throat]
You two have a lot of explaining to do.
Sam, you are the big brother.
You are supposed to be the responsible one,
and you took your little sister on a joy ride downtown?
You leave the house. You didn't leave a note.
You didn't say a word.
You almost gave me a heart attack.
Christmas is not looking good for either one
of you this year.
You just made the biggest mistake of your life,
and it is possible you might not even get presents.
Whoa.
What?
So these are your parents?
No, never seen them before in my life.
Um, we're going to have to see some ID.
Oh, come on.
[somber music]
You two go to your room now.
Our children snuck out to ask Santa
to make us fall in love again.
What are we doing to our kids?
Maybe we should just celebrate Christmas separately.
Is that what you want, Rebecca?
I don't know.
I just--
Look, you don't have to figure it all out on your own, OK?
We're all here for you.
This is not the way we did it in my family.
Rebecca, we're your family.
What do you want?
You know what I want, the same thing the kids want.
It's what I always wanted.
True or false, you are going to quit the restaurant one day
and go back to making your music.
True.
Really?
True or false, you are never going to forgive me for putting
that money into the restaurant.
False.
True or false, you're going to file the divorce paperwork,
but you're waiting until after Christmas
so it doesn't ruin the holiday for the kids.
I didn't talk to that lawyer because I wanted a divorce.
I went there to make sure that I didn't want that.
I was going through a hard time.
I was looking for answers anywhere I could find them.
Baby, why didn't you just talk to me?
Just let me get through this presentation, OK?
Please?
I am under so much pressure right now,
and the hard deadline is Christmas Eve morning.
And it is deliver or bust.
OK.
Then let's deliver.
You make it sound so easy.
No, no, no, like my mom says, many hands.
We'll work together to make it easy.
We can-- we can host a practice pitch at the restaurant.
Sam, Izzy, and I can participate.
My mom can make some food.
You can-- you can invite Liam and Vanessa.
We'll make it a party.
[sensitive music]
Come here.
You don't have to do it by yourself, OK?
You're not alone.
You're wonderful.
Thank you.
ENRIQUE: Come here.
[sniffles]
[festive music]
Ooh, buñuelos are done.
You're doing too much.
People tend to be more creative when they're well fed.
Place is all set up for when people arrive.
Good.
Would you like me to put these out?
Yes, please.
Thank you.
She seems pretty great.
She is.
That's why I hired her.
You know Enrique doesn't want to work at the restaurant forever.
Did he tell you that?
He didn't have to.
I know my son.
I know it's not his dream to run this restaurant.
Then why have you let him for so long?
I'm sorry.
That came out really rude.
Come here.
Let me talk to you.
You know, um, when Gabriel passed, I, uh--
I was left with much more than a broken heart.
The last year he was alive, his medication
expenses went through the roof.
We went through our savings, our retirement.
We pulled money from the restaurant.
Really?
Yeah.
We were close to losing the business entirely.
I'm sorry, Camilla.
I had no idea the extent of the situation.
The money you and Enrique invested kept me afloat,
and with Enrique's help, we had a great summer.
And we just finished the best fall quarter we have ever had.
When the dust settles and we get through the end-of-the-year
books, I'm going to get that investment
back to you and Enrique.
What?
[scoffs]
Enrique supported me when I quit
my teaching job to pursue my dreams
of writing children's books.
And I had some success, and I wanted him to have a turn.
I wanted him to be able to write songs and open a music school
and not give up on his dreams.
So I asked for an advance, and I gave him the money.
And he gave it to you.
He invested it in the restaurant,
and I had no idea why till now.
It's my fault. I told Enrique I don't like other people
knowing my business.
I just didn't dream--
His wife would fall into the other people category?
Enrique hasn't forgotten about his dreams or you.
He just put them on hold to help his old mom.
Vanessa and hot Liam are here.
I just refer to him that way in my mind.
I didn't mean to say that out loud.
Our little secret?
Deal.
Please.
Rebecca, let's make this your best book yet,
and then we can fix whatever nonsense is going
on between you and my son.
Then we can put this to bed.
You make writing a children's book sound so easy.
Oh, no, many hands make light work.
OK, so we pitch to executives tomorrow at 10:00 AM,
so the story needs to be airtight by the time
we leave today.
So tell me what we have so far.
We have two kids who meet Santa at a bookstore.
And Santa gives them a magic pen.
Yep, and whatever they ask for with that pen, they get.
Well, not everything.
Right, because what if they ask for a sports car?
Sure, it has to be within reason.
Within reason isn't very magical.
This is a children's book, not a journalistic study
of Christmas.
But there are certain things that Santa can and cannot do.
Rules.
I agree.
We need rules.
Santa likes when the wish is selfless.
It means more when you ask for something that'll bring
happiness to someone else.
A compassionate Santa.
I like it.
Then what?
So the kids use the pen to test out if the magic is real
or if it's just a cheap toy.
They use it to ask for a puppy.
And do they get it?
Of course.
Yes, because a puppy brings happiness to the entire family,
and it brings the family closer to one another.
Then what?
Then they ask for a bike, stuffed animals, toys, games.
No.
But they don't get any of that.
No, they do not.
So they start to ask for things
that are more meaningful.
Such as?
For Santa to bring our mom flowers
so she feels valued and cared for.
Did you write to Santa and ask for--
Well, maybe, but we're just trying
to help you with the story.
Oh, that's sweet.
Then what?
They ask Santa to send out one of his elves
to help her finish the book.
Yeah, spark her creativity.
You did?
I mean, they do?
And does he help?
Of course.
He's magic.
The elf is a nice touch.
I like it.
So-- so how does that end?
Everybody, everybody, close your eyes.
Clear your mind.
So the kids write a letter to Santa
asking for what they always wanted, for Mom
and Dad to get back together.
They sit down to write that letter,
and they realize that the ink has run out.
No.
But it turns out that they didn't need that pen at all.
Now they do.
Yeah, they don't because the magic
has already been set into motion, and all the things
that I did--
I mean, all the things the pen did
brings everybody closer to one another.
Mm-hmm, so Becca, bring us home.
It's Christmas morning, and--
And the kids wake up, and Mom and Dad are--
Kissing under the mistletoe.
[cheering and applause]
VANESSA: So good, yes.
Oh my god, girlfriend.
I just feel good.
Mom.
Que?
You gave the kids that puppy.
Santa did.
No, it was you.
You put the bow on her, and you named
her Noel because that's Izzy's favorite Christmas movie.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Do you guys want to see a funny video?
Yeah.
Well, behold a modern-day Santa Claus.
[intriguing music]
[laughs]
Camilla!
ENRIQUE: Can you believe that?
Wait, did you put flowers in front of our house as well?
Oh.
Wait, Mom.
[laughs]
No, that gave me so much anxiety.
You have no-- she doesn't know what I went through.
[laughter]
Oh, I want to see.
Actually, yeah, that one was me.
I did that delivery.
What?
Oh, so you're a Santa's little helper, huh?
I mean--
Right?
Mira, the kids asked Santa for a bouquet of flowers
for their mom, and it was our job to help.
And since we couldn't deliver on the PlayStation or the elf,
well, we got the flowers.
We did.
[laughter]
Actually, we haven't been able to deliver on the PlayStation,
either.
We've been too busy for last-minute shopping.
[les sampou, "dear santa"]
(SINGING) Dear Santa.
You got this.
(SINGING) It's been a long time--
Thanks.
(SINGING) --since I wrote.
Hi.
Excuse us.
So sorry we're late.
(SINGING) Dear Santa.
Thank you all for being
here.
(SINGING) I think it's about time last we spoke.
This story starts with two young children who go--
(SINGING) I once believed in fairy tales.
I once believed that love prevails,
and I believed you'd always be true.
Dear Santa, I don't know where the years have gone.
Dear Santa, I'm all grown up with kids of my own.
That is wonderful.
I think we've got a lot to consider here.
Thank you, sir.
[applause]
They were very impressed, and you two played a huge part
in helping to create the story.
It was a family effort.
I couldn't have done it without you.
[sensitive music]
When is Dad coming home tomorrow?
I don't want to open presents without him.
As soon as you wake up, we will call him,
and he'll come right over.
I forgot to leave cookies out for Santa.
I'll take care of it for you.
Can you give Santa his magic pen back?
Yeah, of course, I can.
[acoustic guitar music]
What are you doing?
I brought you your Christmas present.
Why didn't you just knock on the front door?
I've always felt a little weird knocking
on the door of my own house.
Plus, I didn't want to disturb the kids.
OK.
Where's my present?
Hang on.
Hmm, true or false, you want me to be here in the morning
when the kids wake up.
True, but it scares me.
What if we end up back here a year from now,
and the kids have to go through the whole thing all over again?
Funny you should ask.
Why don't I give you your present now?
You've been writing?
Well, you inspired me to write this one,
so I had to make it happen with a little help
from Sam and Izzy, of course.
While you were working, you--
OK, Rebecca, I'm going to need you to stop talking so I
can play you your song, OK?
Come on, let's sit down.
[sighs]
[acoustic guitar music]
(SINGING) Christmas memories fill my mind,
so many happy holiday times.
I see the flashes of your laughing, beautiful face.
All I want is to be near while we spread our Christmas cheer
and wrap our children in the blanket of our love.
Sometimes, it's a bumpy road that makes a memory shine,
and sometimes, we love stronger after broken time.
So I'll take the good, and I'll take the bad.
And I'll take the happy, and I'll
take the sad as long as I'm your husband
and as long as I'm their dad.
[guitar stops]
I wasn't done.
I'm so sorry.
[sensitive music]
I feel like I lost part of myself,
and I really just needed you there with me.
I needed my partner, my other half,
and I was so scared to lose you.
But then when I started to write the book, you weren't there.
I know.
I'm so sorry.
I was just focused on all the wrong things.
I got angry and fixated on the money,
but really, I was just missing you,
you being the kind of man who steps up for his family,
for his mom.
That's the man I fell in love with.
[sniffles]
[chuckles]
[smooches]
Ooh, come inside. It's freezing.
Yeah.
I'm so happy you're writing again.
Mm.
[smooches]
[tablet chimes]
[festive music]
[exhales]
Hi.
Oh, who's there with you?
Hi, Vanessa.
VANESSA (ON TABLET): Hi, Enrique.
Nice to see you there.
So do you have news for me?
You nailed it!
Just based off your pitch, they pre-ordered 25,000 copies.
What?
They were over-the-moon impressed with all of it.
[laughs]
That's-- that's amazing!
[laughs]
Baby.
[laughs]
I feel like I should go.
REBECCA: Mm.
[smooching]
I'm so proud of you.
VANESSA (ON TABLET): Merry Christmas.
[laughs]
[THREE SECOND CHANCES, "WHEN THE TREE GOES UP"]
Dad!
This is what I wished for!
Dad, this is what I wished for more than anything
for Christmas, for you to be here with Mom like before.
Thanks.
[chuckles]
[smooches]
Oh, wow.
OK.
Merry Christmas.
It's for you, Sam.
Saved the best for last.
Open it.
Wait, who is that from?
Santa.
It says, "Dear Sam, since you asked for it a hundred times,
I just had to deliver."
(SINGING) When the tree goes up and the snow comes down.
[tearing paper]
A PlayStation!
Wow.
(SINGING) Silent night.
I've waited way too long.
Izzy, the last present is for you.
(SINGING) Bells are ringing, singing
every single Christmas song.
Come sit with me.
(SINGING) Sit down by the fire.
I hope you've got some time.
We've got a lot to cover.
[chuckles]
(SINGING) And we're singing every line,
and maybe we can start--
[les sampou, "dear santa"] Dear Santa,
I'm writing you a letter.
Dear Santa, I'm writing you a letter.
Dear Santa.