(cheery music)
(people chattering)
But Darby needs somewhere to
drive around
with Tess, Kimber and Ben!
Santa doesn't have enough Darby
Dream Wagon's to give out.
The workshop is backed up.
It's right here in the catalog.
Can't you just buy it for me,
daddy?
It's only 74.99.
A steal.
The Christmas tree skirt
factory is closing.
We have to save money until
I can find another job.
And my holiday ice sculpting job
is dried up since the accident.
But Holly, we promise, it'll
still be a great Christmas.
Cheer up, Holly.
At least we still have each
other, right?
Dear Santa, this Christmas,
all I want is for my parents
to go away, that's it.
Can you make that happen?
Love, Holly Winters.
(whimsical music)
(ominous music)
(intense music)
Naughty or nice this year,
little girl?
I'm a grown ass woman, bitch.
That is not Christmassy!
What the?
Come on!
(intense music cont.)
That's right, frozen fish
was Chef Ho's secret sauce.
The fraud was then arrested for
assault.
Ho has closed the doors today
because of the scandal
that was about to break.
So Ho is no, longer.
What a tragedy.
I know, Dean.
I just love, love, loved
their crab leg tower.
Where will we have our office
Christmas party this year?
Don't you mean holiday party?
Please don't give me that war
on Christmas face, Christie.
Cut.
Great show today, Dean and
Christie.
Can I speak to you for a moment,
Holly?
I just wish you were a little
bit more like Christie.
Christie is like a
talking tube of lipstick.
Yeah, she's also pregnant.
It's Dean's.
So I gotta dump her from the
show.
Pregnancies make people
uncomfortable, especially me.
Yeah but, Christie's always
in front of that giant desk,
no one will even know.
But I will.
And because you'll never
succumb to having children,
I want you to fill that empty
chair.
As anchorwoman?
The, anchorwoman of Channel 6
News.
Well uh, what about my
investigations?
Do you wanna keep wearing your
ugly wigs
and playing undercover dress up?
Or do you want to triple your
salary?
The second thing.
I'm, I'm in.
Not so fast, Connie Chung.
Once you take that seat, you'll
be the face of this station.
Billboards, bus benches,
even those annoying little
screens in the back of cabs.
Yeah.
Image is everything,
and yours sucks.
Screw you, Kevin.
But, I have a way for you to
take
that giant sack of coal out of
your ass.
You're headed to Ornaments,
the Christmasiest town ever,
to cover their annual
Ornaments Festival of Christmas
Wonders.
All their parties and events.
They even have a hot cocoa ho
down.
Whatever that means.
And you'll be checking in
nightly
with Dean and prego Christie.
And since you're from there,
you'll give the story a hometown
spin.
Look, I appreciate the gesture,
but I hate Ornaments and
everything that it stands for.
You mean Christmas?
It celebrates the tacky
commercialism
of some like.
- Oh my God.
Miracle baby born in a barn.
I am never, ever going home,
okay?
Ornaments will land you the
dream job
people would kill for.
Plus, while you're there,
maybe you'll fall in love.
Yeah, okay.
Love.
Gross.
I'm Holly Frost and you're
watching Channel 6 News.
Good evening, I'm Holly Frost
and you're watching Channel 6
News.
(mysterious music)
(sleigh bells ringing)
(Holly sighs)
Yeah, it's gonna be great.
Trying to get to Ornaments
before I have to be live on
camera.
SAM: I'm sorry I'm late.
Thanks for all the help.
(romantic music)
I'm Sam.
I'm your camera man.
(record stopping)
You know anything about
Ornaments?
Unfortunately.
Boat loads of Christmas
events happen there every year
and idiot people from all over
the country
come to partake in a
joyous time in the snow.
That sounds fun.
Yeah, it's not, trust.
So um, who are they, your
sisters?
Those are my ladies.
It's my wife Lacey and
our daughter Taylor.
Huh.
Lacey passed last year.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
How?
Cancer.
Mm.
What kind?
Cancer.
Oh, right.
Yeah.
Let's just uh, get this
over with, shall we?
All right.
I'm gonna take a--
Buckle up.
Quick nap.
(cheerful music)
(ominous music)
(Holly gasping)
Whoa, are you okay?
Yeah, yeah yeah, it's fine.
What is it?
We made it to Ornaments.
(Christmas bells ringing)
Sick.
(cheerful music)
All right.
Okay, I'll go fetch
the rooms to the hotel.
Maybe you can uh, score some
coffee?
Something festive.
(cheerful music)
Shit.
(cheerful music)
Oh, Jesus dude.
Oh my God!
Bonjour, madam.
Hi.
BARISTA: What can we get you
today?
Um,
two La Prancer's peppermint
mocha latte's.
Okay, coming right up.
Great.
Hey listen, you don't have
any booze back there, do you?
Uh.
Whatever kind, really.
(barista laughs)
You're funny.
Yeah, I wasn't.
Nevermind.
Go, make the latte's.
Holly, Winters, is that you?
Uh, it's actually Holly Frost
now, Danica.
Where's the ring?
Oh I didn't, I didn't get
married,
I just changed my name.
From Winters to Frost, but why?
They're basically the same
thing.
Nope, they're not.
Well, I'm actually married.
And get this,
I'm the Mayor now.
It's crazy, right?
(Danica laughs)
Hm.
Today, I am giving back to our
community.
Did you want me to wrap anything
for you?
Oh, just your sweet little
mouth.
I see you're just the
same old Grinchy Holly.
Oh no, come on, look.
I can be cordial.
Like how is your hot cousin?
Oh, you mean my cousin Chris
Pringle.
The one who you dumped
via IM on graduation day?
No that you would care,
but Chris has actually been
through a lot recently.
He just lost his wife.
Hopefully not to, cancer.
Hot air balloon.
Like it caught on fire?
No.
One fell on her.
Holly.
Your latte's are ready.
Oh, great.
Hey, these uh, bows could use
a little work there, Mayor.
Pretty uh, limp.
It's not limp.
Hotel's sold out.
Yeah, since it's the 75th
anniversary,
everything's booked.
But I got a better idea.
I can just put a blow up in
the back of the van and uh,
I'll sleep in the front seat.
It's not necessary.
I have a place we can stay.
(cheerful music)
Oh, Holly!
Son of a nutcracker,
you're really here!
This is magical, wow.
(ominous music)
- Hi!
- Hi.
Okay, yeah, all right.
Oh, you're really shaking there.
Okay, that's quite enough.
Oh my gosh.
Let me look at you.
Just, wow.
My little sister, the big
city TV star in the flesh.
I just, oh hi.
Is that your boyfriend?
No, it's my camera man.
His name is Sam.
Camera man Sam.
That is fun to say.
I'm Cookie.
Oh, Hol, I'm just so tickled
you're back.
We have so much catching up to
do.
We can wrap gifts and sip cider
and oh,
we can cook a holiday beef
brisket on Christmas night.
Yeah, no.
I leave first thing on the 25th.
I'm just, I'm just here for
work.
Oh.
Boo.
Well, I will take what I can
get, so.
That's great.
How bout some of that cider?
I have so much cider.
I have three different flavors
of cider.
I have nutmeg cider,
which is crazy, I know.
(cheerful music)
There it is, just like you left
it.
Not really.
What is all this shit doing in
here?
Oh, I turned the attic
into my Christmas sweater sewing
studio.
Okay.
Holly, I really wish
you'd reconsider leaving
Christmas morning.
It would mean a lot to have
you here for the holiday.
You know, spend some quality
time with family, with me.
Yeah, I um, I really gotta
get ready for the story, so.
Hey, I can take a hint.
(tense music)
(light bells ringing)
Mm.
(Holly laughs)
Oh, so cute.
(ominous music)
Dear Satan?
(dark music)
I wrote Satan.
(cheerful music)
Greetings.
Chad Pringle and?
Joy Wreath.
O-M-Gingerbread, I heard
rumors she was back in town.
Is the famous Holly Winters
really sitting with us
right now?
It's Holly Frost now.
Oh, you got married.
Why does everyone keep asking me
that?
I love the blazer.
Coral, or is it more tangerine?
It's definitely tangerine.
I wish I could wear something so
bold.
My boss doesn't like me in
anything but muted tones.
And always a turtleneck.
Mm, boss sounds like
a controlling asshole.
It's cousin Danica.
Oh.
Oh, Joy's the Mayor's assistant.
And, I'm working for your aunt
now.
Aunt Becky's still alive?
After years of consuming
all that butter and
sugar by the truckload.
Holly was always such a kidder.
My funny, fabulous bestie.
And then she dumped me
and my brother Chris
and all of Ornaments for
bigger and brighter things.
Not that I'm still
totally devastated by it.
Well, I mean, what?
(romantic music)
Chad,
and Holly.
Chris.
Sup.
Wow, Christmas came early.
Yeah.
Uh, we'll see you both later?
At the bakery, for letters to
Santa?
Yeah.
Um, uh, maybe um, after
my gig we could uh,
uh, catch up, you know.
Grab dinner or something.
Yeah Hol, I'd really love that.
Cool.
(girl gasps)
Who's the pretty lady, daddy?
Oh Faith, I'd like you
to meet my old friend.
This is Holly.
You have a kid?
He does indeed, hi.
What are you asking Santa for
this year?
Excuse me?
Santa.
What do you want for Christmas?
I don't see a ring on that
finger,
so perhaps to land a husband.
(Holly laughs cynically)
Maybe you should ask your daddy
for a reality check on both this
year.
What?
You don't believe in love or
Santa?
I mean what is the point of
living?
It's almost six, Holly.
We gotta start setting up.
Oh, thank Christ.
Um, well we'll make a plan later
then?
Yeah, I uh,
I don't really think I'm
gonna be hungry, but thanks.
Santa is real, sweetie.
(sleigh bells ringing)
I spy my big city successful
niece!
Aunt Becky?
Is Rudolph's nose red?
(Aunt Becky laughs)
Oh, hello.
You must be Holly's main
squeeze.
Uh.
Call me Aunt Becky, everyone
does.
Are you sure that you're my Aunt
Becky?
I mean the last time I saw her
she was--
Round?
Big, plump.
(Aunt Becky laughs)
Yeah.
I lost 162 pounds this past
winter.
Jesus.
Well I definitely prayed to him
about it.
But what really melted
that stubborn fat away
was a change in diet.
I used to constantly
taste test my cookies.
But then I started to
play a game with myself.
I would give them all names.
Like my little cookie children.
I wouldn't eat my children.
Okay, so what about the
people who do eat them?
Don't mind if I do.
Hey, get your.
So why are you dressed like
you're
about to service a fruitcake?
Well this is my caroling
costume, thank you for asking.
I'm on my way to rehearsal right
now.
Oh sweetie, you should come.
You've always had the most
beautiful singing voice.
Yeah, it was kind of millennial.
Debbie!
Oh, here, can you hold this.
Debbie.
I don't wanna.
Alcohol, where is the alcohol.
(tray slamming)
So uh, where's Chris?
Chris is with my brother,
the sheriff,
over on Quinton Avenue.
Chris spotted some vaping teens
trespassing on Goldman's
property
hooking up Christmas lights.
Personally I think they
were doing them a favor.
They are the only house on the
street
without any Christmas lights.
People are allowed to be
Jewish in Ornaments, Danica.
I never said that.
See y'all on TV.
Let's do this.
All right.
Okay, here we go.
Smile, smile, smile.
CAMERA MAN: Live in three, two,
one.
It is such a joy to watch these
faces
jot down what they might like
from Santa.
I'll be back here tomorrow
night for the hot cocoa ho-down.
Yeehaw!
I'm Holly Frost, Channel
6 News, Christie, Dean.
CAMERA MAN: And we're out.
Drink, please.
CAMERA MAN: Awesome.
Here, let me get you a glass.
Don't worry about it.
I'm just gonna drink from
the bottle, but thanks.
I'll,
I'll be right back.
Greetings.
Dear Satan,
it's been 21, scratch that.
22 years.
Thanks for ruining Christmas,
dick.
You can keep it.
Screw you.
Sincerely, not yours.
Holly Frost.
(magical music)
Hey uh,
do you wanna show me the back of
your van?
Uh.
Come on.
(mysterious music)
Business.
Casual.
Take off your pants.
I have to take off the shoes
first.
But shouldn't we like just start
kissing?
Oh, there's gonna be absolutely
no kissing.
Okay.
Let me help you with those.
Really?
What's wrong?
It's not you.
It's that.
(ominous music)
It's my wife.
I'm not sure I'm ready to do
this to her.
Okay.
To be honest, we should just.
I mean, try to keep
this thing professional.
Professional.
That's how I ended up
in the back of your van.
With my top off.
By both of us keeping
things super professional.
We've got.
Oh, and by the way,
your earring is super lame.
Where did you get it?
Hot Topic?
My daughter.
My daughter got me this.
(melancholy music)
And I'm drunk.
♪ Four golden rings ♪
♪ Three ♪
(slowing music)
Darby's Dream Wagon.
(tires screeching)
Woo!
Party rocking.
Coming in and I'm a--
Ah, bummer!
(melancholy music)
(loud banging on van)
Whoa!
What the hell?
(loud slamming on van)
Okay.
Uh, all right.
(Holly screaming)
(sirens blaring)
Pull over, ma'am.
Pull over.
Great, the pigs here to ruin the
fun.
Ma'am, put your hands up.
Don't flipping ma'am me.
I am only 27 years old.
Turn around, ma'am.
Quit calling me--
(romantic music)
Hello, sailor.
(slamming on van)
Hi, hi, uh yeah there's
something on the roof of my van
and it seems pretty angry and
uh.
I, I don't know what it is.
It could be a large person or a
moose.
No this isn't a joke.
Hello?
Ma'am, have you been drinking,
ma'am?
What are you gonna do?
Breatheralyze me for ridin'
around
in a little bitty kids toy?
Technically, you were driving.
So we're gonna need to see some
ID.
Hm, okay.
Well how bout I see your ID's,
huh?
I'm Sheriff Wreath.
Hm.
This is Deputy Wreath.
You guys don't happen to
be related to Joy, do you?
Why, 'cause we're the
only black people in town?
Because your last name's are
both Wreath.
We're brothers.
Joy's our sister.
Sexy siblings.
Bet your parents are pretty hot,
too.
They're dead.
Samezies.
Hello?
(ominous music)
(engine choking)
(tense music)
So is Aunt Becky your real aunt?
Mm-hm.
'Cause her angel cookies are the
bomb.com.
Nerd alert.
Pretty hot nerd, though.
Deputy.
Sorry, um.
Look, we're gonna let you
off with just a warning.
(Holly gasps)
But that's only 'cause of Aunt
B.
She's been real supportive of
us, less experienced singers.
Oh God, you're a caroler?
When in Ornaments, right?
Well, gentlemen, it is getting
late
and it has been a pleasure.
But I will see you later.
Have a lovely evening.
(engine choking)
Come on!
(ominous music)
No.
No no no no no no.
No no no no no!
(glass shattering)
Whoa!
(camera man screaming)
Help me, please, no!
(Satan Claus growling)
SATAN CLAUS: Hot Topic.
(intense music)
God.
Yes.
Sam, come on, we gotta go.
I need some caffeine before
this sad hot cocoa ho-down.
Come on Sam, giddy-up, let's go.
Don't care if you're
naked, I am coming in.
Woo!
Yeah I've called Sam like 100
times
and the news van is gone.
I need you to send me
another camera man, ASAP.
Preferably one without a dead
wife.
No, there's no time, Holly.
If Sam doesn't resurface soon,
just find a townie with camera
experience.
Oh, by the way,
the audience seemed to buy what
you were selling last night.
So keep it up.
(Holly sighs)
Want to knit a Christmas sweater
with me?
I'm thinking maybe a cat riding
a dog who's on a reindeer.
And, they're all in Santa hats.
As super fun and creative as
that sounds,
I need to find somebody who
knows how to work a camera
for tonight's segment
because that sexy loser
with the stupid sexy earring is
MIA.
Oh well what about Chris
Pringle?
When he's not selling Christmas
trees,
he's teaching videography
at Ornaments High.
And he's also single.
My, my ex with the
bizarro teen child, right.
But I mean, what choice do
I have?
Oh, choose love.
Ah, this is kinda like when
we were back in high school.
You doing the video morning
announcements while I filmed it.
Except, no braces for this guy.
Carol's Electronics should
have everything we need.
There may be no need for
Carol's.
Hey, Kevins, we found the van,
but there is obviously no sign
of Sam.
Holly, come here!
Six, six, six.
The number of the beast?
I'll test the red stuff for you
guys
but I'm telling you, this is
probably just
a couple of teenage vaping
hooligans
out trying to have a good time.
Okay, well my camera man is
not at Ornaments Hospital,
so theorize that one for me,
Sheriff.
Telling me how to do my job?
Chris, I'll meet you back here
in five.
I'm gonna go smash a Texas
Mickey of creme de cacao.
Hm, okay.
Thanks, Candace.
Hey, are you two coming
to the hot cocoa ho-down?
I'll be filming for a
big city news station.
Gosh, that sounds just swell.
We'll be there as soon as we
close up.
Au revoir.
Merry Christmas.
Yeah.
All right, everybody.
We are closed, so if
you could go ho ho home.
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas.
Happy holidays.
Jingle all the way!
Merry Christmas!
Do you really want to go to that
ho-down?
Of course, it's a classic.
It's my favorite event
of the whole season.
And you heard Mr Pringle,
they're gonna broadcast it on
live TV.
We can wave at our mom's.
But Mayor Danica won the
song contest this year,
which means she'll be singing
"Saucy Santa" there tonight.
That song makes my ears bleed,
Cameron.
(Candace humming)
Really, I,
I think it's super catchy.
Well let's just stay here.
Or, do you wanna graduate
high school still
holding your V card?
I thought I did.
Think about it.
Everyone will be at town hall,
which means that we can scream,
moan as loud as we want.
Now do you?
I don't know, Candace.
Aunt Becky's got surveillance
in case those vaping
teens get the munchies.
We never know when she
might be watching us.
Not today.
Now.
Now, take off that damn
apron you sexy elf.
(Cameron gasps)
When did you start swearing?
That big city TV lady inspired
me.
(cheerful music)
Do you hear that?
My heart beating like
a little drummer boy?
No.
Danica bells.
Who cares?
♪ Light the candle and come to
me ♪
Oh no, you can go.
I'll go this, yeah.
♪ And we'll see ♪
♪ I trim the tree so you
find the missing till ♪
♪ Tuck the ribbon ♪
Okay, it is, it is a pinch
grating.
Pinch?
♪ This Christmas tree ♪
- Where's it coming from?
- I don't know.
♪ Would you like to see ♪
♪ Something new, put that hat on
me ♪
(speaker ringing loudly)
The speakers aren't even
connected.
We're going to die
listening to this stupid song!
- What?
- Look!
(teens whimpering)
(music blasting)
(teens screaming)
♪ Christmas Eve ♪
♪ Would you like to see ♪
♪ Something new, put that hat on
me ♪
♪ Put it on me ♪
♪ Baby take my hand ♪
♪ Have a Christmas dance ♪
♪ This is what you
pictured all year long ♪
♪ Put your gingerbread man ♪
♪ In my oven and stay ♪
♪ Nice and toasty for you ♪
♪ I'll be your ♪
Well, howdy partners.
Oh God no, please no.
What, I'm just getting into
character.
Okay, well horses don't talk.
I had the best idea, daddy.
We should go on a double date.
You and Holly, and me and
Jeremy.
A double date with a couple
of cosplaying underage nerds.
That's gonna be a hard pass.
Trot off, Hope.
It's Faith.
Well maybe we can go out.
Just the two of us.
Chris, look I,
I'm only in town for 72 hours
and you're too good for me.
What, who says?
Says me.
You're so sweet and I,
oh God, I am so sour.
That's my favorite kind of
Chinese food.
Ha ha ha.
Alcohol?
Aren't you on the clock?
I didn't realize you were also a
judge.
Look, vodka is the only thing
that is getting me through this
week.
Look, I'm worried about you.
Well don't be.
I'm gonna be Connie Chung soon
enough.
WOMAN: Come on, let's dance!
(Holly coughs)
(ominous music)
Ha ha, Holly.
Very funny.
(Holly coughing)
Holly!
What's going on?
(Holly coughs)
(bell dinging)
(romantic music)
Whoa, are you okay?
Yeah, I just, um.
I'm fine.
Are you okay?
Uh, yeah.
I'm, I'm fine.
Did you eat one of those
Christmas ham balls?
They are delicious but deadly.
No, just a sip of spiked cocoa,
but something got lodged in my
throat.
Oh, weird.
It was this.
(ominous music)
Holly, isn't that camera man
Sam's?
Um,
I need a minute.
(Holly vomiting)
(toilet flushing)
(dark music)
Well happy freakin' holidays.
was in the hot cocoa dispenser?
Yeah.
That's very bizarre.
But, at least my handsome,
charming,
single brother was there to
rescue you.
Chad, I do not have time for
a romance chat right now.
I'm trying to tell you
something important.
Right, sorry, go ahead.
Ever since I came back
to Ornaments, weird shit.
Stuff.
- Shit.
- Okay.
Has been happening to me.
First, my camera man disappears.
Then I find his van
with bloody sixes on it,
and last night I end up choking
on this?
I'm not sure what you're getting
at.
(ominous music)
I wrote Satan by mistake when I
was seven.
Wait, isn't that how old
you were when your parents?
Were hacked to death?
Oh yeah.
Apparently I asked
Satan to get rid of them
and then they wind up being
murdered.
And last night at the
letters to Santa event,
I wrote to him again.
Why?
What did you write?
I called old heavy hooves a
giant dick.
Oh, Holly.
And then, they got back to me
via the Whit and Wagner
Wine Bar ladies room.
Uh, okay Hol,
the person who hurt your
parents.
That was some nutty nut job
dressed up as Santa the police
could never find, right?
The whole devil thing,
you're not even religious.
You don't believe in Satan,
right?
Right.
You don't even believe in
Christmas.
Right, but.
So this is some vaping teens
playing an April Fools prank.
It's December.
But they're vapists.
They don't know that.
(romantic music)
Oh, jingle my bells.
What?
Holly, this, this is John Smith.
He's uh.
Hey.
An amazing farmer.
Wow, that's hard.
He's got the best, produce
in all of Ornaments.
Oh, you're too kind, Chady.
Chady?
Do people call you Chady?
No.
Oh, um sorry.
No, you can call me that.
I mean if you'd prefer
Chad, I can you Chad.
No, I don't prefer anything.
That, that came out wrong.
Um, well I better get going.
I've got to iron out my suit
before the gingerbread gala
tonight, so.
Nice to meet you and,
see you later.
Yeah, okay.
Oh, yeah, no.
You got it?
I got it.
Okay.
Bye.
(Holly laughs mockingly)
Well, it is pretty clear
that he wants to take a nice
juicy bite outta your apple.
Why don't you flirt back?
I tried.
But, look at me.
I'm probably not the guy's type.
I gotta go fill a bunch of pie
orders.
And then the pies themselves.
I'll probably eat one too.
I'm so fat and alone.
It is really good.
CHAD: I know, right?
Hey, Holly.
What, did you go on a shopping
spree?
They're for Danica.
We still haven't found just
the right dress for
the gingerbread gala.
Mm.
I heard you met my brother,
Cole.
The singing Sheriff.
He thought you were pretty cute.
I mean, for an adult woman
who steals Darby Dream Wagons.
I'd be happy to set you two up
on a date.
I'm not interested in
getting to know Cole,
or any other band better in
this creepy ass Christmas town.
Second my gig ends, I am
peacing out, never to return.
I don't believe you, Holly
Winters.
That's not my name anymore.
I see it, deep down.
What are you talking about?
The Christmas candle.
Inside your heart.
It's still lit.
Okay, that makes like zero sense
and you don't even know me, Joy.
♪ Joy to the world ♪
♪ The Lord is come ♪
♪ Let Earth ♪
♪ Receive ♪
♪ Her king ♪
♪ Let every heart ♪
♪ Prepare him room ♪
♪ And heaven and nature sing ♪
♪ And he-eaven heaven and nature
sing ♪
That was great.
I didn't realize you were a
tenor.
Yeah, most people don't
expect that from me.
I bet they don't.
Unfortunately,
we already have someone in
your vocal range right now.
So I don't think it's gonna
be a really good fit for us.
Oh.
That, that's too bad.
It really is.
Yeah, it really, really is.
Oh, but would you like to take
one of my heavenly cookies over
there?
My little angels.
Hi guys!
For the road?
Uh, I'm good.
Are you sure?
They're delish.
Maybe uh, save it for the poor
kids
at the toy drive tomorrow night.
Well now that is a
thoughtful though, Cole.
Yes, and um, okay.
Well, you know what?
Better try next year, right?
Good try today.
♪ Aah ♪
All right, we'll see you
a bit later then, Cole.
Bye bye.
(ominous music)
Oh angel Jennifer, I shan't.
Well what's, one little bite of
your,
your wing gonna do, right?
Oh, I mean.
How many calories can that be?
(Aunt Becky moaning)
(ominous music)
I missed you so much.
Mommy, why did you hurt me?
(Aunt Becky screams)
What, what what?
Oh my gosh.
My angels,
I didn't realize you guys were
all alive.
You killed Jennifer!
Bad mommy!
I, I didn't know what I was
doing.
I can make you a new friend.
(cookies crying)
Please don't cry.
(ominous music)
Jingle bells!
No.
Do you know what time it is?
(Aunt Becky screaming)
Cookie time!
(Satan Claus laughs evilly)
(Aunt Becky screaming)
Burn bright, my little star
baker.
(Satan Claus laughs)
that there's literally no waywh
to get a coffee in a
coffee shop this morning.
Yes.
Great, fantastic.
Well, I hope you have a great
day
because you're making me have
vodka for breakfast, again.
Watch it.
Don't help us or anything.
Oh I uh, I wasn't going to.
Um, give us a second, Joy.
Of course.
You know what, Holly?
With Chris Pringle you are
barking up
the wrong Christmas tree.
Oh my God, I am not
interested in Chris Pringle.
Okay, like maybe to like
bang once before I bounce.
Why is everybody so obsessed
with love in this town?
Well at least we can love
something other than the bottle.
Go back to the big city
and drink your life away.
Okay, and why don't you go
straight to hell, Mayor.
Ugh!
The nerve.
Uh, the gala committee needs you
to approve tonight's gala
decorations.
They also have some
questions about the auction.
Why do I have to do everything?
Because you're the mayor.
I guess I'll have to try on
my dresses at the hall, then.
You're gonna look great in
everything.
Oh, thank you I, I mean I've
been working out a lot, so.
It shows.
(whimsical music)
How's it going in there?
Joy, do you call this polyester
candy cane mess, classy?
'Cause if I wear it tonight,
kids will lick me to death.
Uh, well, there are still
a few more options that you
haven't tried.
This one's custom.
It's from Paris.
Oh, now we're talking.
Oh, but it's a size zero, so.
Trust me.
I'm a size zero, Joy.
Of course you are.
Double zero even.
(light mysterious music)
Joy, you weren't kidding.
I think we have a winner.
(ominous music)
Do you need a hand?
Oh thank you, Joy.
It must have been a man
that invented side zippers.
See, I told you I was a size
zero.
Your bow looks a little limp,
Mayor.
Perhaps I could assist you with
it, hm?
(Danica whimpering)
Are you okay?
Mayor?
(Danica choking)
Danica?
Mayor?
(Danica choking)
Do you need me to come in there?
SATAN CLAUS: Oh that
dress is just to die for.
(Satan Claus laughing evilly)
(Danica choking)
I have this trick with
butter and a coat hanger.
I can get you right in there.
SATAN CLAUS: Isn't that
line a little tight?
(Satan Claus laughing)
I'm coming in there.
(tense music)
(Satan Claus laughing)
Is there any way to just like
get a normal coffee around here?
But you're so ho ho, hot,
chocolate.
Chad, that's not even
a real play on words.
Not everything said here has to
be like,
Christmas explosion.
Nah, I disatree.
Chad.
I'll murder you in your sleep.
That one needs work.
Chad!
What's going on?
A monster took the Mayor!
What?
Let's go.
She went through there.
With him, the monster man.
I didn't see him but he had
this horrible chuckle like,
nails on a chalkboard
mixed with a lion's roar.
Shit.
We'll get one of your brother's
down here to investigate.
Maybe Cole.
Yes, definitely, definitely
Cole.
Maybe he can see where the
air vent goes, you know?
Meanwhile just, try to relax,
okay?
How the frankincense am I
supposed to relax right now?
Well, you used to be a
competitive snowman builder,
right?
Okay yeah, that's not a thing.
Tell that to my coach.
I medaled at the world snowman
championship in Finland.
Twice.
Okay then go and build a
freaking snowman.
You know, frozen.
You see, Chad.
I am not crazy.
I know you're not.
This is not normal for
Ornaments.
For anywhere.
Now for the eyes.
I wonder what I can use.
SATAN CLAUS: I can help you with
those.
I spy some pretty little eyes.
Hello?
Noel?
Cole?
SATAN CLAUS: No no, over here.
That's right.
Why don't you come a little
closer.
Would you like to be
friends with a snowman, Joy?
Would you like to go
on a magical adventure
just like you've always dreamed
of?
(Satan Claus laughing)
(Joy grunting)
(dark music)
(flesh ripping)
Hello?
(melancholy music)
Shit.
(horrific music)
Oh Jesus!
God, you scared the crap out of
me.
Where's Aunt Becky?
Oh I, I don't know.
I was downtown working
on my nativity scene.
It's gonna rock everyone's
Christmas socks off.
Aunt Becky said that she
had choir practice here
and then she was gonna
carpool with us to the gala.
Maybe she changed her mind.
Now you go get ready.
You have a gingerbread gala to
cover.
Right, yeah.
Does it, kinda like, smell funny
to you?
Cookies.
And let's drop by my nativity
scene on the way there.
This is it.
Hey!
Losers, my sister here,
look she spent a lot of
time on this nativity scene,
so why don't you and your little
friend
go and fill your lungs
with electronic teen
cancer somewhere else?
Get out of here.
Scram.
Thank you, Hol.
Hey, I think your nativity
scene looks...
sweet.
Oh!
Thank you.
Come on, let's go.
See that little camel?
(ominous music)
The silent auction for
the gingerbread houses
is already underway.
But these are not your typical
structures.
There are skyscrapers, theme
parks, even a Mall of America.
All made out of molasses and
dough.
Holly, do I spy a gingerbread
Statue of Liberty?
You sure do, Christie.
Oh, America's never looked so
delicious.
(Holly laughs)
Well, I'll be back here tomorrow
night
for the very white elephant gift
exchange.
Christie, Dean.
Thanks Holly.
Up next, Autumn.
The very incredible baby hippo
who can paint with her webbed
feet.
Adorable.
Oh man.
These cheapy candy cane heels.
They're just, they're killing
me.
(rhythmic drumming)
Oh great, the dancing portion
of the evening has begun.
Time to get the fudge home.
Fudge, sounds like Ornaments'
maybe rubbing off on you after
all.
Ha ha, it's not.
I meant to say.
Frost.
Miss Frost.
Oh, no thanks.
Those ham balls taste like rat
meat
stuffed into dirty baby socks.
Actually, I was wondering
if you'd like to dance.
Holly hates dancing.
Prom night, senior year.
She had us teepee the
principal's house instead.
Well, maybe I could um, make an
exception.
Jack Goldman.
Goldman.
You're the one who's house
got Christmas lighted.
By some vaping teen skamps.
Why, is me being Jewish a
problem?
Not at all.
I find it quite exotic.
I mean, for this town.
Are you good to pack up on your
own?
Sure.
Great.
Ooh.
Deputy Wreath, you clean up
like a maid at a frat house.
I was wondering if I
could have this dance.
I I I was just gonna ask the
same thing.
Chris.
Boys, she's taken.
Well, I'm not taken.
It's just supposed to be like a
dance.
Aren't you working, Goldman?
Holly, one song, just you and
me.
Okay, boys, boys boys boys.
There's no need to fight.
Why don't we head back
to my sister's place
and have a little four person
dance party
in my childhood bedroom?
Wait, I don't remember
the floor in your room
being that big, Hol.
(Faith screaming)
Honey what's, what's wrong?
Danica, she, she's dead.
Hey, Danica's just late to the
gala.
No, I saw her outside in a
manger,
dressed like a wise man.
(Faith crying)
Oh my gosh!
Chad, grab my camera, press
the damn record button.
Kevins, get me back on,
I've got breaking news.
Move people, out of the way!
Now the quality of ivory in a
hippos tusk
is not as good as an elephant's
tusk.
It's not good.
But it does not hold them back
from being exceptional artists.
I mean, Jackson Pollock at this
age.
Now, can you see me?
Hear me?
Yes, Holly?
Okay, we're almost there.
Excuse me.
A young girl has just found
Mayor Danica Bells dead outside,
posed in a gruesome nativity
scene.
I think I have a guess
as to what may have killed Mayor
Bells.
False alarm, um.
- Back to you.
- Yes.
What's with the interrupting,
about the death stuff again?
- It's always about murders.
- 'Cause now my heart rate
is certainly up.
You know what?
This is why we love to
share human interests
and also hippo interest stories.
Huh, no no no.
Oh no.
Daddy, daddy, I swear I saw her.
You have to believe me.
I think you've just had
a little too much sugar tonight,
honey.
I believe you, Faith.
You do?
Holly thinks that all the blood
and missing people could be the
work of,
Satan.
It's true.
Do you have any proof?
Yeah, I have proof.
I have a picture of a
note written in blood,
and you saw the vent, plus
the van the other night.
No, those are the same vaping
teens
who vandalized Goldman's place.
They probably used cranberry
sauce or something.
It's not cranberry sauce.
If you would test it you would
see that.
Okay, I'm gonna find Danica
and put this all to bed.
Faith, why don't you go lend a
hand.
Yeah, okay.
Holly, you're freaking everyone
out.
Yeah, well we should
be freaked out, Chris.
Look, over the past few days,
your Mayor cousin,
snowman building Joy,
those two nerdy baristas, and
Aunt Becky have all vanished.
It's Satan.
Holly, I care about you.
But the devil doesn't make
baristas disappear for sport.
And throwing around the S
word, isn't good for Faith.
She's sensitive.
Because of her mother and
the hot air balloon accident,
I can't have anything happen to
her.
Especially something so,
darn silly.
No, Chris, I'm telling you.
Look, I think it's best
you find a new camera man.
And a new man friend.
Uh.
I gotta go.
We're not dating.
Satan.
I warned you, Holly.
No depressing stuff.
And, you cut off our painting
hippo story.
If you want that anchor cheese,
you stick to the script and
look relatable while doing it.
So smile like crazy when
you're with the kiddos tonight.
Something is not right here
and I want to solve why.
Yeah, no solving, just smiling.
Who was that?
Just my bitch boss.
He, like the rest of Ornaments,
doesn't give a flying fudge
that freaky stuff is
happening in this world.
I don't know.
Maybe he's right, maybe,
maybe I shouldn't either.
Do you ever wear your hair down?
I overheard your call.
Oh no.
If you want to be more
relatable, may I?
(sleigh bells ringing)
Sure.
Okay.
(cheerful music)
(Cookie laughs)
And now for the grand finale.
Um.
Have a holly jolly Christmas.
You get it?
Um, not a clue.
Because your name is Holly.
I'm kidding, Cook.
It's amazing.
Now get outta here so I can
change into this masterpiece.
Oh, hold on.
Okay, it's not very Christmassy.
No, it's for when you put on the
sweater
to protect your makeup and your
curls.
That's very weird.
Okay.
Hey, hey hey hey.
Thank you.
What's family for?
Yay!
Yay, yay, yay.
Okay.
(mysterious music)
Perfectly relatable.
(ominous music)
Okay, ready people.
Three, two, show time.
Everybody ready for some
holiday cheer and magic?
Okay Faith, open up your
present.
And, what did you get, little
girl?
Ooh, I think it might be
raspberry jelly.
Ooh.
I think it leaked through.
Wow.
Okay, you can open up
your presents now, too.
Ah!
Oh wait, it's uh.
(ominous music)
It's a foot.
From a person.
(people gasping)
MAN: Is that, is that real?
(ominous music)
Holly.
Are you having a stroke?
Uh, yeah um.
I think that maybe we
should, uh, wrap this up.
I'm uh.
Thank you.
I think, I mean.
Put the fudging camera down,
Chad!
Oh my God, Cookie!
(people gasping)
She's not breathing!
Someone call an ambulance!
I can do CPR while we wait.
Can I get the parents
to grab their children
and take them home immediately.
That's an order.
All of this it,
it must have triggered her
back to that Christmas morning.
She's gonna be okay, right?
She has to be okay.
(sirens blaring)
(dramatic music)
This is the same thing happened
to your parents, isn't it?
Yeah, Aunt Becky said they were
found
wrapped up like gifts
under the Christmas tree.
If the killer really is back,
that means he went dormant for
decades
and came back right when you
did.
What are you saying, Noel?
I'm saying it's a hell of a
coincidence.
I don't have time for this right
now.
I need to be with my sister.
Chad, Chris, wait up.
Hey.
It's warm.
Thank you.
How you feeling?
My brain's just trying to
make sense of all this.
You know I, I knew there
was evil in the world,
just not here in Ornaments.
I mean not for a long time,
at least.
Now it's back and it's all my
fault.
No, you can't blame yourself,
Holly.
Maybe not for the letter that
I wrote when we were kids,
but the one the other night,
I mean.
I don't know.
I always thought that the devil
was just made up, you know?
Like a mascot for the bad
so that people wouldn't sin.
An evil spirit that was just
as fictitious as the one
with the white beard that
I thought I was writing to.
(phone ringing)
Oy.
It's my boss.
Probably calling to fire my ass.
Oh, you don't know that.
Hm.
I'll be fine.
Just, I'm glad you're here with
me.
Okay, I'll, I'll be quick.
Okay.
Pretty crazy night, huh?
KEVINS: More like crazy ratings.
What?
Your segment just went viral.
Over three million views
in just under an hour.
Guess I was wrong, eh?
People don't want feel
good, they want darkness,
blood and gore, so, come
on, let's give it to 'em.
That is disgusting.
You are talking about people
who lost their lives including
my aunt.
Listen, it's time to get
back to investigative, Holly.
Find out who's doing the kills.
Who knows, you may end up
getting poached by Fox News.
I hope scouring the B roll
will help us catch the killer.
What if she's right?
Holly, that it's um,
Satan.
I got a big fat bag of evidence.
Seems to be some kind of a
disguise.
They found it behind Aunt B's.
Got a brown wig.
Camera, glasses.
Bubble gum lip gloss.
Animal print scarf and finally
this,
coral blazer.
Well that's tangerine.
Oh, holy night.
It's definitely tangerine.
There something about these
items
that look familiar to you?
What are you keeping from me,
Pringle?
Those, those are Holly's things.
What?
Noel, there's no way Holly did
this.
Chris.
Where is she now?
(ominous music)
DEPUTY WREATH: Hands up!
Oh oh oh!
Deputy.
Worst stripper gram ever.
This isn't a joke.
Noel told me what you did to
those people.
To our sweet little sister.
What?
Chad, what is going on here?
Hands behind your back, Frost.
Okay, okay, geez.
You're under arrest
for six homicides in Ornaments.
What are you talking about?
The bodies that were found
tonight,
all of your sister's personal
belongings were there, Cookie.
Covered in victim's blood.
Oh, okay.
Look, I'm obviously being
framed.
Cookie.
No it was you, wasn't it?
What?
You killed mom and dad
when we were little.
What?
All because they wouldn't
buy you a Darby Dream Wagon.
And then, and then you came back
to do a news story so that
you would be promoted.
No!
You're a psychopath!
I would never do something like
that.
I love our parents, Aunt
Becky, look, I love you.
Yeah, yeah, and that's why you
never,
you know, came back to visit
or send me a birthday card.
(Cookie crying)
Just hear her out, Cookie.
No!
The only person that
you love is your drunk,
demented, depraved big city
self!
Just take her away, Deputy.
No, this, this is bullshit.
Cole, I want a lawyer.
You've got one.
(hopeful music)
Passed the bar last fall.
Cole, the courthouse doesn't
reopen until after Christmas.
She can stay with me in the
meantime.
She's a maniac, Pringle.
She's crazy, she killed Joy.
Uncuff her.
Now.
(Cookie crying)
I hear we're having a slumber
party?
Yeah.
Um, hey Chris.
Thank you, thank you both,
for coming to save me.
We believe you, about Satan.
Like you believed I wasn't
seeing things in the manger.
Yeah.
Just, I wish my sister believed
me.
Hey, you can sleep on the couch,
or in the master while I'm on
the couch.
(distant growling)
Um guys,
um that's not Santa, is it?
(ominous music)
Oh shit.
Happy holidays.
(Satan Claus laughs)
Chris!
(Faith screams)
Oh, is there anything better at
Christmas
than a fallen angel.
(Satan Claus laughs)
Dad!
Help!
Daddy,
I can't feel my fingers!
Don't like snow angels!
Holly, save us!
Let them go.
You have done enough damage
to this town and to my life!
Oh, did I?
Oh that's so sad.
(Faith crying)
Screw this.
You have a sweet tooth, honey?
Be careful, you might get a
little hippy.
It's over, asshole.
(Holly yells)
(candycanes stabbing flesh)
Oh, come on!
You, you just blinded me.
Oh, ow!
Oh no, look at that, I'm totally
fine.
(Satan Claus laughs)
What do you want?
What do I want?
You wrote me, remember?
You gave me Christmas.
Which by the way, is a
fabulous gift, sweetheart.
I am having a ball.
(Chris screams)
CHRIS: Get out of here, Holly!
(tense music)
(intense music)
(Holly grunts)
Run Holly!
To my place!
We'll be fine, just go quick.
It is the most wonderful time of
the year.
(Satan Claus laughs)
(dark music)
(Holly panting)
(Holly crying)
(intense music)
(Holly gasps)
CHRIS: Holly, it's us.
Come in, come in.
Oh my God, are you all right?
I was so scared.
Is that fiend gone?
For now.
Exactly.
For now.
We can't defeat Satan
physically.
Question is, is how?
Let's just get you patched up
first, okay?
Okay.
- Hey.
Are you sure you don't
mind taking the couch?
Oh, yeah yeah, no no, it's no
problem.
Thanks for everything this week,
Chris.
You've been, you've been so
great.
Especially considering all that
crap
that I put you through
when we were younger.
Holly, we're dealing with a
holiday devil.
Surviving together is
all that matters now.
So, why don't you dream of
sugarplum fairies for me, okay?
Okay.
Oh um, um.
No kissing, at least not this
early on.
Yeah, okay, cool.
You know what, I, actually I get
it.
Um.
(Holly laughs)
How bout we high five instead?
Uh, sure.
Yeah?
Sure.
Okay.
All right.
High five.
Um, goodnight Chris Pringle.
Night Holly Frost.
Hm.
(notifications dinging)
Let me guess.
Santa's reindeer?
I know it probably seems silly
but,
when I lost my mom to the hot
air balloon,
I became depressed.
I needed to find faith to
continue on.
I mean, living in Ornaments,
Santa seemed like a good start.
I put these out every year
and someone eats them.
Sure, maybe it's my dad but,
I like to think it's the
reindeer.
O-M-Gingerbread.
What is it?
If Satan is real, then who's
to say that Santa isn't?
I can't believe my lips
are about to say this,
but what if I wrote to
Santa to ask his advice
on how to get this horny
hell raiser out of Ornaments?
A, a letter to Santa!
Yes!
I'll get a pen.
And I will get some liquid
courage.
(both squealing)
Dear Santa.
Hey, it's been 20,
oh scratch that.
21 years since we last spoke.
I need to bring back joy to
Ornaments and take down Satan.
How the, fudge, do I do that?
Love, Holly Frost.
Something's not right.
Winters.
It says Santa, right?
Here goes nothin'.
Now we just have to get it to
Santa.
Oh, but the bakery's closed
tonight.
I know what that look means.
I have a plan, Miss Winters.
(hopeful music)
(magical music)
Oh my God, Faith, is everything
okay?
Better than okay.
What?
I found this by my half eaten
carrots.
He wrote back.
What?
Santa's real.
Open it, open it.
(Holly squeals)
Dear Holly, it's nice to hear
from you.
If you help a friend in need
and find a song in your soul,
you can light up the world.
Ho ho ho, Santa.
This is straight up gibberish.
No.
No, I think it's a riddle.
I love riddles.
Oh God, Santa wrote me a
fudging riddle to abolish Satan?
Okay, it looks like it's written
in three different sections.
So we should start at the
beginning.
If you help a friend in need.
Do you have a friend in need?
I don't have any friends.
(Holly gasps)
Except for Chad.
(Chad sighing)
Oh, hey.
I'm glad you're not in the
slammer.
Hey, what's going on Uncle Chad?
Why are you tossing out
all those pretty pies.
Well, everyone's afraid
to leave their homes.
They think Holly's a mass
murderess,
so Sheriff Noel canceled the
rest of Christmas Wonder.
Including tonight's caroling
concert at the bakery.
Holly, Santa said to find
a song within your soul.
Maybe Santa wants the concert to
go on.
I think that you're right.
Ah, shit, he's early.
Who?
Who's early?
Faith, makeover.
(cheerful music)
(romantic music)
Wow.
Chad.
You look different.
I do?
Uh, what are you doing here?
Uh, your niece called, said
there was an emergency.
Faithy, what?
Uh, John.
Chad had something that
he would like to ask you.
I do?
Mm-hm.
Uh, maybe, would you like
to go for a bite sometime?
What took you so long, Chady?
I thought you weren't
interested.
I thought you weren't
interested.
Aw.
Okay, great.
So you both like each other.
Now we have to get back
to saving Christmas.
Chad, send an email blast
to all of your customers.
Tell them that the event
her tonight is uncancelled.
And, ah, everybody who
attends gets free pie.
I don't know if I have enough
filling.
Oh darling, I know a hot farmer
who might have a few
extra apples lying around.
Hm, I'm on it.
Wanna give me a hand, Chady?
Sure.
Okay.
(both squealing)
Okay Faith, now it's time
to find Sheriff Noel.
Tell him that he and the other
carolers
need to be ready to rock at
seven o'clock.
But, Sheriff Noel thinks
you chopped up his sister.
Right, okay, um.
Tell him that if this doesn't
work, he can arrest me.
Now go, go, go go go.
Go go go go go!
Okay.
Help a friend in need.
Nailed it.
FAITH: The free pie is here,
everyone.
Hey, Sheriff.
You ready to belt?
Oh what is this, like Christmas
charades?
Look, I'm sorry, we do not
have time for that right now.
Sorry, do you think that
I'm the Christmas killer?
Hello?
Uh, Noel and the other carolers
came down with laryngitis?
In the last two minutes?
What are the odds, right?
Ugh!
Satan's the odds.
I'd do it Holly, but I have
a terrible singing voice.
The concert's canceled, again.
No, no no no no.
Look, somebody has to, you
know, like sing from the soul.
And I think I know who
that someone has to be.
Hey everybody.
Hi, hello.
Can everybody hear me okay?
We don't want to see or
hear you, Christmas killer.
Oh, okay, wow.
Look, I'm here tonight
desperate to bring back
Ornaments' wonderful spirit,
which Satan has stolen.
The woman speaks the truth!
Cookie, I've done a lot of
thinking
about how important family is.
I mean, it's what Christmas
time is all about.
I've been a terrible little
sister to you
and I really hope that
it's not too late for us.
I need you to see.
I need you all to see
that people can change.
Hit it, Faith.
♪ What child is this who lay to
rest ♪
♪ On Mary's lap was sleeping ♪
♪ Whom angels greet with ransom
sweet ♪
♪ While shepherds watch a
keeping ♪
♪ This, this is Christ the
King ♪
♪ Whom shepherds guard and
angels sing ♪
♪ Haste, haste to bring him
laud ♪
♪ The son, the babe of Mary ♪
(audience applauding)
Mom and dad would have been so
proud.
Thank you, Cookie.
I love you.
Say you'll come home.
Stay for Christmas.
I would like that, very much.
But, I think that I'm,
I'm gonna have to ask my cute
lawyer.
(people screaming)
Oh my God!
(people gasping)
Oh no.
It's Carol, from Carol's
electronics.
For real?
It's Carol?
I just saw her this week.
It's like a new nightmare.
Satan is toying with us.
We have to keep the Christmas
spirit
in order to defeat that devil.
I have a plan.
(determined music)
It's on, bitch.
(ominous music)
Light up the world.
Of course, daddy's tree lighting
ceremony.
You're a genius, Holly.
There she is.
Kevins, what are you doing here?
Your friend Chad posted that
video
of your speech and song last
night.
Sorry I ever doubted you.
That anchor job is your.
Christie's already cleared
out her dressing room.
She cried, it was uh, pregnancy
hormones.
That's very kind of you, but,
I mean not the Christie
part, that's horrible,
but I'm not interested.
Look, there are more
important things in the world
than being Connie Chung.
Oh, and Kevins, you're
gonna want to film this.
Okay.
Chris, hey, Chris.
Where's the rest of the town?
Satan's gonna be here soon.
Maybe they're just late.
Or maybe I was just less
convincing than we thought.
We should get started.
Yeah, okay.
Evening, Ornaments.
May be small, but we are mighty.
Right?
(crowd cheering)
Okay, here goes nothing.
We're ready for you, Satan!
Yeah.
(tense music)
Show yourself!
(intense music)
Happy holidays!
(Satan Claus laughs)
We can't let that demon ruin our
joy,
so let's light up this tree!
One, two, three!
(ominous music)
(crowd screaming)
It's beginning to look
a lot like Christmas.
Every one in the town is up
there.
That's why people didn't
come to the ceremony.
Alive.
Santa's fix didn't work.
Satan won.
Woo!
All because I couldn't
fudging spell at seven?
That's what he meant.
The last part of Santa's riddle.
You can stop this whole
charade right now, Satan.
Because we are not afraid of
you.
Are you sure, Frost?
It's Winters again, dick.
No one cares.
I never meant to write
you all those years ago.
And we are taking back
Christmas because it's ours.
Yeah!
Woo!
It's rude to take back a gift,
sugarplum.
You were raised better than
that.
Oh no, wait a second, I
totally killed your parents.
(Satan Claus laughs)
Over the past few days,
I have rediscovered the
Christmas spirit.
I believe in hot cocoa,
candy canes, caroling,
Christmas presents, ginger bread
houses.
(Satan Claus gagging)
I believe in snow men,
snow women, snow theys.
I believe in the goodness of
people.
I believe in love.
But there is one thing
that I do not believe in.
And that's you.
What?
Time to light this mother up.
No!
No, no.
No no no no!
No!
Think of Christmas wonder!
Go, link arms!
(Satan Claus screaming)
(peaceful music)
FAITH: It's snowing in here!
Oh my.
Everyone's alive again.
It's a Christmas miracle.
(Faith giggling)
You did it, Holly.
We did it!
I have something to confess.
Oh, the leather's too much.
You're dumping me.
No, no.
My real name is Johannes
Strudel,
and I'm the Prince of Mocano.
You mean Monaco?
No, Mocano.
It's a small country
in West Eastern Europe.
I came to Ornaments to be
ordinary.
To plant apple trees.
But, I have found my prince.
I'm ready to go home.
(Chad gasps)
Will you marry me, Chady?
Me?
A prince's prince?
Yeah.
But, we've only been dating like
one day.
Yeah.
What am I saying, I do.
(hopeful music)
Every- I'm engaged!
(women cheering)
(cheerful music)
Kevins.
Sam.
All it took was having a
little faith in Christmas.
Hi.
So, I'm like, I'm really
sorry for getting you killed
by the angel of darkness and
for like being such an asshole.
It's no sweat.
Maybe we can try that van thing
again.
I'll take down my wife's
posters and kittens.
Yeah, um, I kind of.
Holly?
Chris, what?
What is this?
Hopefully it's not a hand.
(Holly giggles)
Something you deserved a long
time ago.
(Holly gasps)
Oh my God.
A Darby Dream Wagon?
How did you know?
A little Christmas birdie told
me.
(women laughing)
Chris, it's perfect.
Thank you.
Whoa whoa, uh.
We're still not gonna?
I just,
I thought,
I thought maybe we were
like in the final act, so.
Uh.
It's just, the next woman I do
that with,
I want to be the woman I marry.
Are you ready to come home,
be with me?
Be a mother to Faith?
Chris, I.
I am ready to love.
But, you're so not the one.
I, I may have rediscovered
the holiday spirit
and the Christmas candle
inside my heart but,
that doesn't mean I want to
be with somebody so, bland.
Hot, like so, you're so hot.
But I mean, bland.
And I don't want to be anyone's
mom.
Like, ever, so.
Yeah.
Excuse me.
Uh, Cookie, can you?
Sure.
Thanks.
Thank you.
Uh, where is that?
Ah, not today.
Ah, Goldman.
Hey, I'm uh, ready for that
dance now.
And this.
(upbeat music)
Woo,
wow.
Um, Danica, do you swing?
Funny you should ask.
We do.
What do you say?
God bless us, everyone!
Except Satan.
(Faith giggles)
(whimsical music)
(intense music)
♪ You take my hand ♪
♪ Let's have a Christmas dance ♪
♪ Is this what you ♪
♪ Picture all year long ♪
♪ Us making gingerbread men ♪
♪ Nestling up in bed ♪
♪ Nice and toasted ♪
♪ For you baby ♪
♪ Oh please ♪
♪ A sassy Santa ♪
♪ A sassy Santa please ♪
♪ A sassy Santa ♪
♪ A sassy Santa Claus ♪