*
(knocking)
Buenos dias! (gasping)
Don't tell me you fell asleep in here again.
How long has it been since you actually put on your pajamas
and slept in your bed?
You truly are a godsend.
I'm serious, Charlotte.
You can't live like this, it's not healthy.
Well, I don't have time to sleep, okay?
Sales are slowing down.
I have to create a new collection quick
before everyone just forgets about Alistair altogether.
Every luxury brand is slowing down right now.
It's inflation.
Prices are too high for people.
But that doesn't change the fact that I haven't created anything
new or worthwhile since April.
Well, it's probably very hard to get inspired when you
don't go out and socialize with humans every now and then.
Hey, I socialize.
I talk to you every day.
I'm your seamstress.
You literally pay me to talk to you every day.
Are you sure there is nothing in here?
Nothing.
Everything I draw looks more like lounge wear than luxury.
There is nothing wrong with lounge wear.
There is when you own a luxury boutique
and you pride yourself on exclusive
and cutting edge clothing.
Point taken.
Shall we go open?
Uh, change first, please, before we go downstairs.
*
Did you get more silk, by the way?
I need to make more of those gold tunic pieces.
Unfortunately, the price went up, 120 a yard.
120? Are you kidding?
That's going to put us way over budget.
The cost of being a luxury designer.
Not to mention the rent's going up in January.
Do you have to leave me for two whole weeks?
Yes. Some people spend their holidays with their families.
It's a very strange concept, I know.
(phone ringing)
Speaking of which.
(phone ringing)
Hi, Mom.
Mom: Oh, Charlie. You picked up.
What's up? Is everything okay?
Oh, everything's fine. It's great, actually.
Christina and Peter's place is still under renovation,
so they're going to be staying here until the new year now.
(chuckling) It's going to be a full house for the holidays.
Yeah, sounds cozy.
So, if you have time in your busy schedule to come by
for a night or two, we thought it would be really
special for us all to be together.
Maybe watch some movies, play some games, like old times.
Mom, you know I'd love to, but I'm just too busy right now.
I need to be here to man the store.
Mom: You can't close for a few days?
Mom, we've talked about this.
If I close the store then I could miss a customer,
and every customer matters right now.
I know, I know.
I just thought I'd try.
Would have been so nice for us all to be together
for the last year of Elfcapades.
I know. Maybe next year.
Wait. Did you say the last year of the Elfcapades?
Mm-hm. I thought I told you.
What-- No, why is it the last year?
Dee Dee?
Charlie.
Tell her I said hi.
Rick says hi.
Honey, I've gotta go.
Rick and I are going cross-country skiing.
Please, just think about making the trip, okay?
I'll make your favorite ginger loaf.
(chuckling) Maybe next year.
I'll talk to you later. Love you.
Mom: Love you too, Char.
What?
You're seriously not going home for Christmas
because you're afraid you're going to miss a customer?
You do realize 80% of our sales come from the website, right?
Well, someone has to be here for the other 20.
(scoffs) Is there some other reason
you're avoiding going home
or you're just a complete Scrooge?
I'm not a Scrooge. I'm just focused.
I have worked really hard for 10 years
trying to put Alistair on the map.
- I'm not slowing down now. - (shop bell dings)
If you say so.
If you'll excuse me, I have a customer to attend to.
Hi, welcome to Alistair.
Is there anything I can help you with?
*
(pipes rattling)
Great. Just great.
No water.
*
Yes, we're hoping to have a spring collection ready
for New York Fashion Week in February.
Absolutely, yeah. We'll work right on that.
Uh, can I call you right back?
- (water dripping) - Margo: Charlotte, finally.
Wh-- What is happening here?
Uh--
Why are my garments completely drenched?
A pipe burst. It's an old building.
It was bound to happen.
"Bound to happen?"
This is my livelihood.
I need to sell these in order to pay you rent.
Well, don't you have any extras in the back?
Extras? No, we are a boutique.
Each garment is hand-stitched and one-of-a-kind.
That's not very efficient.
(sighing) This is a disaster.
How long is this going to take to clean up?
Well, the plumber said there's significant damage,
so you're gonna have to close up and leave for the next week
so I can take care of it.
A week? Are you kidding me?
Do I look like I'm kidding you?
Wh-- Where am I supposed to go?
Well, don't you have friends and family you can stay with?
What about staying with Margo?
I'm renting out my place while me
and my family are in Colorado.
Sorry, Charlotte, but unless you want to live
in a place with no running water for the next week,
you better figure it out.
(sighing)
It's ruined.
- (thudding) - (gasping)
Sorry.
(whirring)
- (sighing) - (turning off hairdryer)
I'm so sorry, Charlotte.
I don't know what I'm gonna do.
I don't have the money to replace all this fabric.
This is a catastrophe.
We'll figure it out.
I don't know if Alistair's going to bounce back from this.
Come on, we just have to pray for a Christmas miracle.
Aren't you Jewish?
Okay, fine. A Hanukkah miracle.
Either way, I believe in miracles,
especially this time of year.
Well, that makes one of us.
(phone ringing)
Oh, maybe this is the insurance.
Hello.
Yes, this is her.
Uh-huh.
Wait. What?
Warwick's Christmas Challenge?
But I never applied--
Tomorrow? Uh, yes.
Two o'clock?
Okay, great. Thank you.
Did you submit Alistair for
the Warwick's Christmas Design Challenge?
Did you just get accepted?
They said one of their designers had to drop out
for personal reasons so they're looking at me to fill the spot.
I have a meeting with Roger Warwick tomorrow
to discuss details.
- What? - (laughing)
That's amazing!
You could be the next Donna Karan.
I can't believe you applied without telling me!
I knew the word "Christmas" would turn you off.
You're so talented, Charlotte.
The world deserves to see what you can do.
Christmas garb or otherwise.
Roger: We loved your brand right from the get-go.
Fabulous designs, great social media.
The reason we didn't choose you right away
is that we felt your design style just didn't match
this year's challenge.
Oh?
Why? What is the challenge this year?
It's to design two holiday outfits.
One for a female buyer, one for a male buyer.
It's for our home and family brand.
Home and family?
Yeah, it's actually our most popular clothing division.
It's affordable, it's inclusive, family-oriented.
But I design luxury pieces.
Exactly.
We thought you might actually bring something special
to this year's challenge.
How much time would I have?
So, we do a fashion show Christmas Eve.
Wow, that's, uh...
that's eight days away.
It is, and, as you know,
the winner gets their design sold in all of our stores
right across the nation, as well,
you continue to design for us for the entire year.
- Wow, really? - Mm-hm.
That's incredible.
So, the only question is...
are you up for the challenge?
Because there's a lot of other designers here in New York City
that would love to be sitting in your seat.
Uh, no. I-- I'm definitely interested.
Roger: Fantastic.
Here are the models that we will be designing for,
and their specs are on the back of the picture.
Well, great.
Thank you so much.
I will not disappoint.
Nice to meet you, and we'll see you Christmas Eve.
Excellent.
Thank you.
Margo: Home and family.
Wow, that's huge.
I know, but he says he needs the designs
to be festive, inclusive, affordable, and family-oriented.
So, Alistair's polar opposite.
Yup, but winning this competition
would push my career to a whole new level.
I'll design baby bonnets. I am desperate for a win.
I'm so sorry. I can't even help you sew.
Oh, that's okay. I only have to design two outfits.
I think I can manage.
So, when are you going home?
What do you mean?
What do you mean what do I mean?
You're not planning on staying here without water, are you?
Well, no, but--
Uh, but what, Charlotte?
You're designing Christmas attire for home and family.
Don't you think it might be beneficial
to go spend Christmas at home with your family?
It's just--
It's just what?
You're right.
I can't afford an AirBnB at this time of year anyway. So...
Brooksbend it is, I guess.
Hallelujah!
This will be so good for you.
I just know it.
Mm-hm.
Radio Host #1: You know, this might be my favorite night
of Elfcapades.
I mean, cookies, hot chocolate, Christmas carols. Come on.
Radio Host #2: Right.
My kids are really gonna miss it next year.
Radio Host #1: Oh, tell me about it.
I guess we'll just have to go all out for the next seven days
and make Gregory Carmichael proud.
Radio Host #2: Here, here!
Radio Host #1: Okay, let's do it.
- (gasping) - (tires squealing)
(smashing)
(sighing)
I am so sorry. I--
I was completely daydreaming and not paying attention.
That's not ideal when you're behind the wheel of a vehicle.
I know. I'm a little out of sorts today.
I've been driving the past four hours from Manhattan.
Ah, city girl. That explains it.
What's that supposed to mean?
Were you texting?
What?
No. Stereotype much?
Well, lucky for you mine's okay.
So, you're just going to have to worry about your own there.
Oh, come on.
Oh!
Well, that's a great start.
(sighing)
Tell you what.
Why don't you follow me to my shop
and I'll take care of it?
Your shop?
I'm a mechanic.
Oh, and here I was thinking your coveralls
was a personal fashion choice.
Follow me and I'll take you home after.
I got this. Here. Just watch out.
*
I remember this place.
This used to be Joe Segal's right?
Uh, you know, I don't know. It was vacant when I got here.
I'm actually new to Brooksbend.
Oh, wow. So, you actually chose to live here.
Why?
Because it's so welcoming and homey.
Everyone here is really family and community focused.
People have been so kind to me.
I can't imagine why anyone would want to leave.
Mm. Three words for you.
New York City.
Two words for you.
Hard pass.
Hm.
Besides, bet the city doesn't have twelve days of Elfcapades.
You ever heard of it?
I grew up going.
Really?
I'm actually volunteering with the Elfcapades this year.
Are you on probation?
No, I-- I just like how it brings people together.
(snorting)
What?
Nothing. Just sounds like you're on an after-school special.
Wow.
You're really defying the whole cold-hearted
city slicker stereotype here.
Yeah, it's not my thing anymore.
It's a little too much... Christmas.
That's sort of the point.
Well, as much fun as this is,
we should get going before my mom sends out the authorities.
Right, yeah. Let's get you home.
Just have to get my bag.
Oh, okay, yeah.
*
Thank you for the ride.
Yeah, no problem.
And how long do you think the repairs will take?
Oh, it'll just take a couple days.
Thank you, uh...
Spencer.
- Spencer. - Yeah.
Right.
Well, merry Christmas.
Hello?
Mom? Christina?
Oh, Charlie. You're here! You're really here.
- Oh, I can't believe it. - (laughing)
Is it really you?
Well, I'm not an apparition, so I think it's really me.
Aw, you look tired. Are you getting enough sleep?
Yes, I'm fine, Mom.
Auntie Charlie!
Hey, buddy. Look at you.
You're so tall. How did that happen?
Oh, it's called the passage of time.
And I eat a lot of broccoli.
That, too.
- Hi, Chris. - Come here.
Char, it's great to see you,
but I had 10 bucks down that you wouldn't show.
I appreciate that, Pete, thank you.
Okay, who's ready to go?
Me, me, me!
Charlotte, hi. Welcome home.
Uh, where are you going?
Well, Elfcapades, silly.
It's the cookie and cocoa crawl tonight!
Dee Dee's is our first stop.
Oh, well, you guys have fun.
I have to unpack and start sketching,
but we'll catch up tomorrow.
What? Come on.
This was always your favorite of the Elfcapades.
I know, but I have a lot of work to do.
This opportunity I have with Warwick's is once in a lifetime.
So, I'm sorry.
So, you came all this way to just keep ignoring us for work?
Christina.
You sure you're just not scared of bumping into Evan?
I told you not to bring that up.
Peter: I can throw him out if he's there.
Ben and I just got our blue belts in karate.
Hiya!
(laughing)
Wah!
Well, that's very nice of you guys,
but it's been four years.
I think I can handle seeing him.
Well, it would really mean a lot if you came, Charlie.
Even just for an hour.
(sighing)
Please, Auntie Charlie?
(groaning)
All right, just give me a minute to unpack.
Yay!
*
Thanks for coming, and merry Christmas.
(chuckling)
Dee Dee?
Well, look at all these wonderful faces.
And you, I feel like we've met before.
Mm...
It's Aunt Charlie!
Oh, my goodness. Charlie.
Hi, Aunt Dee Dee.
I spy some gingerbread cookies at two o'clock.
Get 'em while they're hot.
Cookies!
Welcome home, kiddo.
Oh, it's been way too long.
This is a great turnout.
You know, I wasn't sure what to expect,
but so many people are still participating.
It just keeps growing, year after year.
Your dad would be delighted.
But then why is it ending?
The town decided to take back the funding.
I tried to stop them,
but they had their minds made up.
Something to do with allocating the money
to a new community project.
Well, that doesn't make any sense.
I mean, people love it. It's tradition.
My dad wanted it to keep going.
I know. We'll have to find a new way to honor him.
Charlotte Carmichael. Oh, my God.
I haven't seen you in ages, girl.
Oh, Gwen, hi!
Can you believe that it has been 10 years
since we graduated high school?
God, it feels just like yesterday
we were roaming around the hallways, huh?
O-M-G. He's here.
How does my hair look?
Uh, wha-- Who's here?
Oh, my God. Is my make-up okay?
How's my breath? (blowing)
Uh it's very minty.
But who are you--
- You. - You.
Hi, Spencer.
Um, can I get you a cookie or a beverage?
Uh, I'm okay right now, but thank you.
Okay. If you need anything, just ask.
I'm, uh, happy to be of service.
I will, yeah. For sure. Thank you.
Uh, well, that was... interesting.
Every single woman in town is after him.
Wow. Lucky you.
Have you decided who you're going to give
the final rose of the night to?
(chuckling)
What can I help you with tonight, Dee?
Well, you can either help serve with Gwen,
or decorate a new batch in the back.
Up to you, doll.
I'll be in the back.
Pleasure as always.
How do you two know each other?
I hit him with my car today.
That's one way to meet new people.
I'm gonna slip into the back. Make yourself at home.
Thanks, Dee.
Ugh.
Uh...
*
Oh.
(clearing throat)
You look like you just saw a ghost.
(sighing)
Ghost of Christmas Past to be specific.
An ex?
Ding-ding.
Mm. Yeah, that's one of the drawbacks
about being in a small town.
One of many.
Here.
Take your mind off it.
Surprised to see you here.
Thought Christmas wasn't your thing.
Well, it's important to my family.
My dad was actually the one who started the Elfcapades
30 years ago.
You're kidding.
Your dad was Gregory Carmichael?
Mm-hm.
Well, that would make you Dee Dee's niece.
You're the-- the one she's always talking about.
The big fashion designer in New York.
(chuckling) I don't know about a big fashion designer,
but it's getting there.
I'm actually a contestant
in the Warwick's Design Christmas Challenge this year,
and if I win they're going to sell my designs
in all their department stores.
Wow, that's a big deal.
Even I know Warwick's.
The only problem is is I have one week
to design two holiday garments.
It's just not enough time.
Eh, you can do it.
You have no idea how hard it is to design an original garment,
especially one that needs to be festive
and appeal to the average man slash woman.
It's completely out of my comfort zone.
I don't even know where to start.
I do. Here.
The Elfcapades.
There's all the festive inspiration you could hope for,
and, from what I can tell,
everyone who attends is super family-focused.
Yeah, especially all the single women when they look at you.
Talk about being outside your comfort zone.
I'm not really looking to be dating right now.
You and me both.
*
What?
Why don't you come with me to the rest of the Elfcapades?
You can get all the inspiration you need
for your Warwick design and you could be my buffer.
Buffer? Really?
What are you 15? It can't be that bad.
- Come on-- - Spencer!
There you are. What are you doing?
Just doing a new batch for Dee Dee.
Okay, well, hurry up.
Someone found a mistletoe with your name on it.
Um...
Yeah, he might be a while.
He is a really slow decorator.
No rush.
We'll be waiting.
(chuckling)
Wow.
Okay, you weren't lying.
Please come with me.
(laughing)
Okay, hear me out.
I will go to the Elfcapades with you
if you will be my personal model.
Personal model? What does that mean?
Well, you're about the same size as the model that
I have to design an outfit for
for the Christmas Eve Fashion Show in New York,
and it would really help me to have a real person
to try on the designs, see how they fit and look.
So, basically you want me to be a mannequin?
Exactly.
That feels degrading somehow.
Oh, and using me as your personal buffer isn't?
Good point.
So, we have a deal?
Fine.
My cookies look so cute.
Not as cute as mine. Look at this guy.
Cute as a button.
*
Yeah, I-- I cannot believe you're doing the rest
of Elfcapades to help some random mechanic you just met,
and when I ask it's like pulling teeth.
Well, it's not just to help him, I mean, he has a point.
It might inspire my Warwick's design,
'cause as of now, I have nothing.
What's that?
It's a snow angel silk dress.
Word of advice?
Nix the silk.
Christmas attire should be warm and cozy, not slippery.
Well, what do you suggest?
I don't know. Cotton?
That's so simple.
Christmastime should feel simple.
Two hot coffees and some fresh gingerbread cookies.
- Thanks, Aunt Dee Dee. - Thanks, Aunt Dee Dee.
I must say, Charlie, I haven't seen your mum
this excited in years.
Having you home for Christmas is the best gift
she ever could have asked for.
Yeah, well, I have a pretty busy week,
so I hope expectations aren't too high.
We'll try to keep them at bay.
Wow.
What?
You're a real ball of holiday cheer.
You used to love this time of year.
Yeah, well, things change.
*
(sighing)
(knocking)
Lasagna's ready.
Can you take a break?
Come eat with us.
I don't think so. I--
I have a lot of work to do still.
Maybe tomorrow night?
'Kay. Well, don't work too hard.
*
Man on megaphone: Welcome to the Elfcapades Night Market!
Don't forget your hot chocolate!
Okay, so, I see garlands with tinsel.
Mm-hm.
Twinkly lights. Candy canes.
Mm-hm.
Anything jumping out at you?
(Christmas music playing in background)
Besides a sea of people
with very questionable fashion sense?
Wow. Judgmental much?
I'm sorry, but in New York City
if you wear pajamas pants out in public,
it is a very serious offence.
I think it's endearing.
Coming from a guy who wears onesie every day,
I wouldn't expect anything else.
It's not a onesie. They are coveralls.
Whatever. Same thing.
Come on.
There is Christmas inspiration everywhere.
Try to use that to your advantage
rather than focus on the negatives.
Fine.
(sighing) Isn't this great?
Everyone's out, away from their screens,
enjoying the magic of the season.
You really love Christmas, don't you?
You and my dad would have been... best buds.
I don't know. I just think there's something special
in the air this time of year.
Oh, no.
You're not one of those lunatics that
decorates in early November, are you?
November first,
my wife and I, we would go nuts and decorate the whole house.
Our neighbors thought we were crazy.
You were married?
Her name was Laura.
She got sick a few years back.
Hodgkin's lymphoma.
I'm so sorry.
That is awful.
That's why I decided to move to this place.
Leave the past in the past.
*
Don't you find it hard to celebrate Christmas without her?
Yeah.
But I don't think she would want me to avoid it
just because she's not here.
I don't know.
Oh, man. She would have loved the Elfcapades.
Son of a... snowman! Go, go, go!
What are you doing?
Oh, my gosh. That's my ex over there.
Being in this town is like living in a snow globe.
Where is he?
Green coat, red hat.
Evan Miller?
(shushing)
Is-- Isn't he the mayor?
Brooksbend's youngest mayor ever elected.
What is he doing? Who is he with?
Are they holding hands?
Did you guys, like, just break up or something?
Four years ago.
You okay?
Yeah, no, I'm fine. Everything's fine.
It's not like we were engaged or anything.
Engaged? Really?
Broke up with me two months after my dad...
He said he was...
He said he needed space and he was sick
of taking the train to New York every other weekend.
He abandoned me when I needed him most.
Sounds like you dodged a bullet.
Hey, let's get out of here.
To where?
Christmas village where we have to dress up like elves
and prance around?
I know a spot. Come on. Go. Go, go.
(band playing)
(laughing) What?
Oh!
Why am I so bad at this?
It's okay, you just...
you just gotta focus, all right?
Really focus, and don't let the outside world distract you.
Well, it's hard to not let all this flannel obscure my vision.
Hey, watch it. Flannel is the greatest fabric on earth.
(groaning)
- (groaning) - Wow.
Yeah, you're terrible.
Hey! (chuckling)
Thank you for bringing me here.
The Christmas Market has a lot of memories attached.
Sometimes it's hard for me to be home this time of year.
You said it yourself, you know?
Sometimes it's best to leave the past in the past.
(scoffing)
How are you so good at this?
All right, just...
picture Evan's face.
- Come on. - Trust me, it works.
Spencer: Oh!
- (laughing) - See? I told you it works!
Wow! I actually pictured your face, hope that's okay.
- Whatever gets you through. - (laughing)
I'm really sorry about your wife, Spencer.
I'm sorry about your dad.
Woman: Hi, Spencer. (giggling)
Wow, you really are the Clooney of Brooksbend.
(laughing)
Don't get weird about what I'm about to do.
What are you doing?
Getting them to mind their own business.
Just look me in the eyes.
*
Um, there you go. (laughing)
Yes, uh...
I should get home.
I have some sketches to do.
Of course, right.
- Um, yeah. - I got this, I got this.
Oh, thank you so much.
Here, let me help you with this.
Ben: Wake up, Aunt Charlie!
(groaning) What the--
Breakfast is ready!
Okay.
You know, I think I'm going to skip breakfast today, Ben.
Okay? I'll just make a smoothie later.
Well, Mom said that if you said that,
I was allowed to jump on you.
She said that? Ugh!
Oh. Not the phone, man. Come on.
Will you come down for breakfast?
Are you blackmailing me?
I don't know what that means.
(sighing) I will be down in a sec.
Just give me a few minutes to get ready, okay?
Yay!
Okay. Eggs are ready.
(talking over each other)
Oh, look who it is. How nice of you to join us.
Yes, and thank you for sending up the human torpedo.
That is me!
Let me pour you a coffee.
No thanks. I got it.
So, we were hoping you might be able to join us tonight
for a Christmas-themed games night.
Oh, I would, but I promised Spencer
that I would go to the Elfcapades with him.
That is tonight's Elfcapades.
What do you mean?
Everyone's encouraged to play a Christmas-themed games night
with their family.
So, you'll join us?
Please, Aunt Charlie?
Okay, sure, but I still have a ton of work to do, so--
However long we can have you, we'll have you.
Rick: Was it something I said?
Christina: She just really misses dad.
Okay, what do you think about this?
So, picture this silver being extra shiny
with tinsel-fringed sleeves.
It kind of looks like a disco ball.
Okay.
So, retro. Retro is in.
Dee, would you come here a sec?
So.
Would you wear this? With the tinsel?
Honestly? Probably not.
Too flashy for little old me.
Well, what do you like to wear during the holidays?
Something simple but comfortable.
Modern, but also traditional and classic,
you know what I mean?
I'm trying.
This is useless.
Modern, but also traditional and classic?
What does that even mean?
(groaning) I'm doomed.
I think I know what she means.
You do?
Mm-hm.
Come with me. I gotta show you something.
*
This is what she means.
Come again?
So, for the last two years,
I've been restoring this old car,
finding parts, cleaning them, adding my own unique touches,
but making sure that I protect all the things
that make this car so special.
(chuckling)
All right, come. Sit.
*
Wow. This is really beautiful.
- Right? - Mm-hm.
Here, feel the leather.
Mm-hm.
No, come on. Really feel it.
Close your eyes.
Seriously?
Humor me.
Feel that? All that history?
Hm.
This car was made for the average American family.
It's comfortable, affordable.
No frills, just classic.
It's nostalgic, but still contemporary.
I think your design could do the same.
Too cheesy?
No. Not at all.
You just made me realize how much I miss that
creative enthusiasm and passion that you have for cars.
I used to get so excited
to just sit and sketch and sew.
You know, before profits or reviews mattered.
I guess I just lost that joy somewhere along the way.
Well, this is a great chance to get it back.
What was your favorite Christmas tradition growing up?
I don't know.
Probably throwing snowballs at my sister.
(laughing) Come on, no. Seriously.
What part of the holidays was always the most magical to you?
Probably the Pajamboree.
Pajamboree?
Yeah.
It's the last event of Elfcapades on Christmas Eve.
People wear their pajamas and there's music and dessert.
And my dad would always make homemade pizza
before we'd all pile into his tow truck and went.
Your dad was a tow truck driver?
You weren't the only guy roaming around town in coveralls.
(both laughing)
Anyway, that's what I looked forward to the most.
Pajamboree.
- Hm. - I love it.
Wait.
Why don't you design a pair of pajamas for Warwick's?
- Pajamas? - Yeah!
Everyone loves a new pair of PJs at Christmas time.
That's not a bad idea, actually.
In fact, that's a great idea.
Yeah?
Definitely!
It's genius!
I'll design a matching pair of holiday pajamas
for him and her.
It's perfect.
Thank you, Spencer!
Aw, happy to help.
Hey, what are you doing later?
Why don't you come over to our place for game night?
Um, I wouldn't want to impose. Don't worry--
No, it's not an imposition. Seriously.
Dee Dee will be there, too.
You sure your family won't mind?
I am positive.
Like they say, the more the merrier.
Maybe we could even get in a game of Christmas Pictionary.
Mm-hm. Yeah. I mean, if you're okay with losing,
we can definitely arrange that.
(laughing) I'm willing to take the risk.
(car approaching, horn honking)
Oh, well. I better go help him.
So, Mrs. Mousey said,
"Thank you for the ride, Santa.
I'll make sure to leave some gouda and milk
under the tree for you."
And that's how the magical Christmas mouse
found his way home.
The end.
Again! Again!
Why don't you read it this time?
No, you're better at the voices, Auntie Charlie.
Hey, nobody does Mrs. Mousey like your mom.
Hey. The truth hurts, sis. Deal with it.
(laughing)
(doorbell ringing)
Mom: Oh, I'll get it.
Hi!
Welcome, you two. Let me take your coats.
- Spencer: Thank you so much. - Dee Dee: Thanks.
Mom: Make yourself comfortable.
Thank you.
Welcome.
Thank you. This house is incredible.
Did you grow up here?
Born and raised.
Well, I was born in a hospital.
Right.
- You know what I mean. - Yeah.
Wow. If these walls could talk.
No kidding.
I actually had my first kiss right over there.
- No way! - Mm-hm.
Was it everything you hoped and dreamed it would be?
No, it was terrible actually.
(laughing)
Wow!
Adorable.
Yeah.
Pajamboree?
You bet.
Mm, look at you.
Flannel jammies. The horror!
Yeah, I have to admit,
those were actually pretty comfortable.
See?
(chuckling)
All right, everyone. Let's get started.
Christmas Pictionary?
Your wish was my command.
Okay!
*
(shouting over each other)
(cheering)
* Bells are ringing *
* There's a magic in the air *
* Choirs are singing *
* Full of joy and happiness *
* Stars are bright *
* As we share a winter's night *
* Here's to Christmas *
(talking over each other)
* Kids are smiling *
* Making snowmen in the street *
* People driving to be home... *
Oh, safe drive, Spencer. It was so lovely to have you.
Thank you for having me.
We'll get 'em next year.
Unlikely.
* Here's to Christmas... *
Thanks for inviting me.
Your family's awesome.
Yeah, well, thank you for the game suggestion.
I had a lot more fun than I thought I would.
Now, all I want to do is draw.
That was the hope.
Is that why you chose Pictionary?
I thought it might help get you out of your head
and reconnect with drawing just for fun.
Thank you. It did help.
Good.
I expect three designs by 9:00am tomorrow.
Yes, sir. On it.
Okay. Well... goodnight.
You, too.
(door opening, closing)
(knocking)
Christina: Char?
Charlie.
(chuckling) Are you awake?
What time is it?
It's almost 10:00. When did you go to bed?
I don't know. I--
I just kept sketching.
I had so many ideas bouncing around in my head.
Hm. Looks like you may have found your muse.
- What do you mean? - What? Nothing.
Hey, do you know where my old sewing machine is?
Should be in the closet.
- Huh. - Okay.
Coffee's going to run out if you're not quick.
I'll be down soon.
*
Spencer: Thank you. Yeah, that's good.
*
I've done it.
I have sketched five new designs.
Five?! That's amazing.
Yeah. Now, we just need to figure out which ones are best.
How do we decide?
I have to make them first, obviously,
and then, as my personal mannequin,
I will need your help.
What do you have in mind?
Oh, wow, what about this?
Like a Grinch moment, you know?
No. No, that's not gonna work.
Okay, um-- Oh!
Oh, look at this.
Oh, that's cozy.
Oh, it's so soft.
- Yeah. What do you think? - I think it's perfect.
- I'm in. - Let's do it.
- Winner. - All right.
*
* Ring the bells, blow the horn *
* Let the music play *
* School is out *
Well, that's great, and then...
- No? - No.
- No? - It's nothing.
All right. X it out.
* Celebrate with family and friends *
* Christmas is here again *
* Listening to the Christmas... *
What are you doing in there? Come out.
(knocking)
Spencer: I'm on my way.
Okay, so?
How does it feel?
Feels good. Comfy. How does it look?
It's a little bit loose in here
and it can be taken in a little at the waist,
the length isn't quite right, and the collar needs some work.
I'm not so sure about the fabric either,
but for a first attempt it's not bad.
Just okay?
Yeah, something isn't quite right,
but, no, we're getting there.
All right, but you're not discouraged, right?
No. Actually, I'm quite inspired.
Great.
Told you the Elfcapades would inspire you.
Yeah. Not so sure it's just the Elfcapades.
(phone ringing)
(grunting)
Hello?
Uh, yes.
Okay, yeah. I'll be right there.
Duty calls.
Well, I'll see you at bingo tonight?
I wouldn't miss it.
Great.
I should probably change, right?
- Yeah. - Yeah, okay.
Thank you.
Okay, do you want a smoky eye or natural?
Natural. I don't want it to seem like I'm trying too hard.
(chuckling) Okay.
What?
Nothing.
I just-- I don't remember the last time
you asked me to do your make-up.
So?
So, you like him.
Like who? Spencer?
Is that such a bad thing?
Christina, I live in New York.
Okay, relationships are hard enough
without the long distance involved.
Whatever you say.
I just-- I don't want you to miss out on something good
because you're so focused on your job.
But Alistair isn't job.
It's my life.
I just miss my sister.
It's been four years since you've come home for Christmas.
I know.
Hey, do you remember when we used to have
sleepovers in my room?
We'd do each other's make-up
and we'd stay up all night and talk about our crushes.
(chuckling) Of course.
We should do that again.
Before I go.
I'd love that.
Okay. Good.
Good.
(chuckling)
- How do I look? - Perfect.
*
Next up I have Prancer!
Ah, yes! Got that one. Sweet!
Spencer: Wow.
You really want that giant elf bear.
What? Ben would love it.
Oh, sure. Ben.
Okay, next we have Frosty the Snowman.
Oh, I have that one, too! Okay.
I just need mistletoe and then I win.
These people are all going down.
I love Christmas bingo.
I think you just like winning.
Uh-oh, are you jealous of my superior bingo success?
Hardly. Look, the-- the giant stuffy's all yours.
To be honest, elves creep me out.
- What? - Yeah.
Mr. Christmas is creeped out by elves.
What a twist.
Oh, don't even get me started on elf on a shelf. Chilling.
- What? - Yeah.
I'll be right back. I'm just gonna use the restroom.
You're going to miss me win!
I'll be quick.
Hey, Charlotte.
Oh! Hey, Gwen.
I see you're here with Spencer.
Yeah.
Are you guys here... together?
Oh, um, I don't...
You are just too cute, Mayor.
I am going to go get us another round.
Sounds good.
- Hello? Earth to Charlotte! - Uh. What?
(rattling)
All right, next we have mistletoe!
- Bingo! - Bingo!
You got bingo. You gotta go up.
Go, go. Hurry!
Well, come on up, you two. Let me check your sheets.
Hey, Charlotte.
Hi.
Dee Dee: Interesting to see you here, Evan.
And why is that?
Considering you're the one who took away funding.
I didn't expect you to participate.
Wait, you were the one who stopped
the funding for Elfcapades?
Well, there's more important things that need
budgetary attention in this town.
But you knew how important this event is to my family,
and to my dad, and to me.
I know. I'm sorry. It just isn't a priority for me right now.
Well, folks, it looks like there's a tie,
but there's only one prize.
Oh, it's fine. He can have it.
Are you sure?
I mean, that would be great. Jillian really wanted it.
Who's Jillian?
Oh, my beautiful new fiancee.
The only way to deal with this unprecedented moment
is the ultimate mistletoe tie-breaker.
Um, what is that?
The first person to find someone to kiss them
under the mistletoe wins.
Jillian! Jill! Come here, hurry!
Yeah, quick. Jillyboo, please!
Quick! Please!
Seriously? What are you doing?
Winning you that creepy, giant elf bear.
*
(crowd cheering, whistling)
Charlotte Carmichael wins.
(crowd applauding)
(both laughing)
Ah, you really saved my butt back there.
Did you see the look on Evan's face? Priceless.
Not all heroes wear capes, I guess.
Just coveralls.
(both chuckling)
Oh, I can't believe Evan is responsible
for ending the Elfcapades.
That was my dad's legacy.
Dee Dee's been doing everything she can to keep it going.
She's heartbroken.
It's not right.
We need to save it.
How?
(sighing) I don't know,
but I need to think of something.
The Elfcapades is important to this town.
It brings people together.
I completely agree.
I forgot how special the holiday season is in this town.
I really feel like I'm home again,
and I haven't felt that way in a long time.
So, thank you.
Well, I feel the same way.
- Well-- - Well...
Goodnight, Spencer.
Goodnight, Charlotte.
*
(indistinct conversation)
Good morning, everyone.
Good morning, honey.
Oh, you look chipper.
I feel chipper.
Mm.
Peter: Oh, yeah?
Yeah! My designs are coming along.
I'm actually excited for the Elfcapades tonight.
Life is good.
Charlotte Carmichael getting into the Christmas spirit.
Never thought I'd see the day.
Would this happen to have to do anything
with a certain someone?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Hm.
Can I pour you a cup of coffee, Charlotte?
Yes, Rick. That'd be great.
Thank you.
Aunt Charlie, are you in love?
- (chuckling) - What?
Love?
Who said anything about love?
Well I heard Mom and Dad talking about
how you seem like a smitten kitten.
(family laughing)
When are you going to learn to stop eavesdropping?
- Never! - (grunting)
Well, we think he's perfect for you.
Guys, relax, okay? It was just one kiss.
Mom, Christina, & Ben: You guys kissed?!
Uh...
If I were you, I'd have breakfast at Dee Dee's
before the interrogation.
- Good idea. - No!
I'll see you guys later.
No! No!
Run, Charlotte. Run!
- No! No! Why? Why?! - Save yourself.
*
Hey.
I'm so sorry. Are you okay?
Charlie, you startled me. Uh...
I thought we weren't meeting up 'til later. What's going on?
I just had some time off
so I thought I'd come check on my car.
Oh, well, I, uh...
I got the part, so should be done today.
Radiator leak?
Yeah.
You gonna solder it?
I'm sorry. Who are you?
(chuckling) My dad taught me all about cars.
He didn't want me to get stranded in
the middle of nowhere and not know the basics.
Benefits of having a tow truck driver as a father.
Exactly.
So, um, I was wondering if you could come by before
the Elfcapades and try on a new design?
It's almost Christmas Eve
and I don't have everything I need.
Yeah, of course. Whatever you need.
Great.
And, uh, speaking of Christmas Eve,
are you going to miss the Pajamboree?
Well, the fashion show is at 2:00,
should be out of there by 3:00,
and should be able to make it in time.
It's going to be cutting it close,
but I don't want to miss it
Great. I was, uh, hoping that we'd go together.
Um...
Yeah, I'd like that.
Good. Cool.
All right, well, I should get back to work.
Yes, thank you.
Oh, um, what times do you want to meet for the Elfcapades?
Well, um...
Let's do a change of plans.
I'm gonna pick you up.
I got a surprise for you.
Spencer Dobbs missing the Elfcapades?
Should I be scared?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Oh, playing the mystery card.
- Mm-hm. - I'm intrigued.
Now, get out of here. I gotta fix this car.
Okay, okay. Bye.
(whirring)
- (sighing) - Why the long face?
I don't know.
Something's off.
I like the general idea, but...
..that's not the right feeling.
Oh, what feeling are you going for?
I don't know.
Like how it felt when I was a kid.
Hm.
I have something.
*
Maybe this will remind you.
Hm?
Oh.
Yeah.
We really did have the best Christmases, didn't we?
Yeah, we did.
And we still do.
It's just a little different now.
Mm-hm.
You'll get there, honey.
Thanks, Mom.
Maybe you just need to step away from this for a moment
in order to see it more clearly.
You know what?
I could use a break.
Now, that's a good idea.
- Okay. - Yeah.
All right, keep those eyes closed.
Okay.
All right, come on down. Keep those eyes closed.
I'm right here.
All right, watch out. I got the door.
'Kay.
Now, come forward.
This is a lot like the beginnings of those
true crime documentaries, you know.
Come on. You trust me, don't you?
Yeah, I do. I think.
Okay.
Open your eyes.
Is-- Is this?
I found it on this dealer's site
for people who like to restore old cars.
I decided to buy it,
fix it up, and, I don't know...
Didn't feel right letting it sit there
and just get bought for parts.
You're really amazing, you know that?
What do you say?
Wanna sit in it?
Come on.
*
(door closing)
This looks exactly the same.
I love these old '90s radios.
They don't make 'em like this anymore.
And I wonder if it's still got some juice.
(song playing on radio)
*
Is that--
Huh.
No way.
Are those his coveralls?
Yeah.
(chuckling)
This is the greatest gift you could have ever given me.
*
Can I ask you something?
Yeah, of course.
How come you haven't dated?
Since...
I know, I need to get back into the dating game at some point.
It's just...
Somehow moving on just still felt wrong.
You know?
Mm.
I know what you mean.
It's hard letting go.
That's why I moved here.
Is it helping?
It's starting to.
*
Chris.
- Wake up. - (snorting)
What took you so long?
It's eight o'clock.
Oh.
Did you have a good time?
I had the best time.
I think you were right.
I think I'm a smitten kitten.
- (both laughing) - Tell me everything.
*
Spencer, you're up early. Can I get you a coffee?
That would be great. Thanks.
Everything all right?
Yeah.
No. I don't know. I, uh...
I could use some advice actually.
What's going on?
Well...
There's this person.
And I can't stop thinking about her,
but I don't know what to do about it.
Ah, so you've caught the feels.
Yup.
Does she know?
And I don't know if I should tell her.
How come?
I don't know, Dee.
Laura's been gone for almost three years,
but it still feels wrong thinking about someone else.
I'm worried that if I start falling for someone new
I'll forget about her entirely.
Darling, losing someone we love is a type of grief
that never fully heals.
Laura will always be a part of you.
The love you two shared will never go away.
But to cut yourself off from loving again,
that's a true tragedy.
You're right.
If I could give you any advice,
it'd be to tell this new someone how you really feel.
I regret not telling my brother how much I loved him.
Life is short.
Don't waste it by withholding your feelings.
There's never a right time. There's only now.
*
(knocking)
Oh, Spencer! Hi.
Hi, Olivia.
Is Charlotte home?
You bet, come in.
Okay, great. Thank you.
She's just upstairs.
Okay.
The designs are all set. I just need to helm the sleeves.
Margo: I can't believe you pulled it all off
on your own in just six days.
Definitely wasn't all on my own.
My friend, Spencer Dobbs, who you'll meet,
he was such a big help.
I couldn't have done it without him.
Margo: Ooh-la-la. Who's this Spencer Dobbs you speak of?
He's so great. You'd love him.
He totally helped me get out of my head,
and reminded me why I love designing so much,
and how much I love Christmas.
Margo: Huh. When will I get to meet this boyfriend of yours?
Oh, no. He is not my boyfriend.
I mean, he's great, but Alistair's in New York,
you're in New York. He's a local Brooksbend mechanic
who wears coveralls all day.
I mean, it'll never work.
I don't know, maybe it could.
He's pretty amazing.
He reminds me a lot of my dad.
*
Still haven't heard from him, huh?
I hope he's all right.
We were supposed to celebrate the pajamas being done.
Oh, can I see?
Oh, wow. They are so cute. Well done.
Thanks.
Maybe he just forgot and he's at his shop.
You know how men can be.
*
Spencer.
- Hey. - Hey, what happened?
I was waiting for you at Dee Dee's.
Brought you a coffee.
Must have slipped my mind.
Okay. Uh--
She's all yours.
Are you okay?
Oh, I'm fine.
Are you sure? You seem a little off.
Do I?
Must be because I'm just a local mechanic.
What?
I heard you on the phone this morning.
It's real nice, Charlie.
Wait, wait. Spencer, hang on. I can explain.
No, it's okay. Don't bother. I get it.
I'm just some small-town nobody.
I'm not good enough for some bigshot fashion designer.
It's okay.
What? No, no. Please, Spencer.
I was just talking to my closest friend about
how I wasn't sure if long-distance would work.
You clearly didn't hear the full conversation.
I didn't need to.
So that's it?
One small misunderstanding and you just freeze me out?
Charlotte, I can't be with somebody who cares more about
their career than their family.
I think you're just afraid to move on from Laura.
Listen, I got a lot of work to do.
Take your car and go.
- Spencer, could you just-- - No, could you please just--
- (gasping) - Oh.
(sighing)
God, Charlotte, I'm so sorry.
Let me--
No, please.
(sighing)
Thanks, Spencer.
I guess this last week together really was just a waste of time.
*
(family laughing, chatting)
Christina: Okay, Rick. Right on, right on.
Okay, that's looking good.
Hey.
What are you guys doing?
Oh. Hi, honey. Come, sit.
Yeah, just like old times.
Um...
Is everything okay, Charlie?
My name is Charlotte. Only my family calls me Charlie.
Oh, honey. Don't talk to him like that.
And you're sitting in my dad's chair.
Char. Don't.
Don't what? Talk about Dad?
Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?
Excuse me?
Ever since Dad died, nobody even talks about him
or mentions him. It's like he never existed.
And now you have Rick replacing him
like an actor in some bad sitcom.
How would you know whether or not we talk about him?
You're never here.
We talk about him all the time, Charlotte.
Just not when you come to visit,
because we don't want you to feel bad.
Feel bad?
About what?
What? Tell me!
Just be real with yourself for once.
The reason why you're upset isn't because of Rick.
It's because you feel guilty that you didn't come home
when Dad needed you most.
Saving the Elfcapades isn't going to
bring him back, Charlotte.
You don't make time for people.
And if you're not careful, you're going to end up alone.
Um...
My car's fixed and my pajamas are completely ruined.
So, uh, there's no need for me to stay here any longer
than I have to.
I'm going to head for New York first thing tomorrow.
No, Charlotte. Hold on.
(crying)
*
(knocking)
Hey.
Hi.
Can I come in?
Mm-hm.
I was up all night.
Me, too.
Don't go.
I think it's better this way.
I clearly make a mess of everything.
I'm so sorry about what I said.
It's just been hard these past few years.
I know.
I miss my little sister.
No, I'm sorry, too.
I've just been completely wrapped up
in my own little world trying to make a name for myself.
And then when Dad got sick,
I just buried myself deeper in work.
I couldn't face the truth.
Everyone deals with grief differently.
I just wanted to make you guys proud.
To prove that I was capable of greatness.
You did do that.
But at what cost?
Seeing you guys a few times a year?
Having no meaningful relationships?
I wasn't even there at the end when he needed me most.
Don't beat yourself up, okay?
Dad knows how much you love him.
Yeah, Spencer was right.
What do you mean?
(groaning) We got in this huge fight.
I've ruined everything between us.
Not to mention tomorrow's Christmas Eve
and I don't have anything for the fashion show.
So fix it.
How?
I don't know, but I'll help.
I'm a pretty excellent sewer, in case you forgot.
Come on!
Dad wouldn't want you to give up.
I just don't know.
Wait.
I have an idea.
This?
What do you think?
- Uh, no. - Okay, okay.
It doesn't seem good. All right.
Oh.
Char.
Oh!
That's perfect.
- I love it. - Yeah?
Yeah, let's do it.
Yay!
Charlotte, I--
I'm so glad that you're here.
We thought you left.
Oh, Char. You're still here.
Look, I know I haven't been the greatest sister
or daughter, or step-daughter.
But I want to try harder.
I really want to be a part of this family.
I just miss Dad.
And sometimes it's really hard for me to accept that he's gone.
Oh, it's hard for us, too,
but he will always be a part of this family.
No matter what.
I know.
And I'm sorry I've been so hard on you.
I never wanted you to think that I was trying
to replace your dad.
I had great respect for him.
He was a dear friend.
I know.
And you've been nothing but kind,
and you've made my mom so happy.
And I've been nothing but rude to you.
And you don't deserve that.
I hope you can forgive me.
Of course, Charlotte.
Call me Charlie.
This really feels like a group hug kind of moment.
- Yes! - (laughing)
Aww.
Oh, so, what's with all the new fabric?
Oh, well, I am going to make Christmas coveralls for
the Warwick's Fashion Show.
Each pair is going to come with its own embroidery set
for each person to sew their name into.
Just like real coveralls.
Isn't the fashion show tomorrow?
Yes, which is why we need all hands on deck.
Ah, okay.
Wh-- What do we do? Okay, let's go!
(whirring)
*
These are turning out great.
I want a pair.
(laughing)
Agreed. I'd actually wear these.
Don't worry, by this time next year,
you can all buy them at Warwick's.
Maybe, but either way I'd be happy to make you each a pair.
Mm-hm. Well, the women's pair is pretty much done.
Great. Is there anything else I can do?
Uh, do you guys think we have time to
make an extra pair of men's?
- Backup, great idea. - Mm.
Actually, I had something else in mind.
Here you go.
Thank you.
Wish me luck.
Ah, we love you, Charlie.
Aw, I love you guys, too.
If you don't make it back in time for Pajamboree don't worry.
Just as long as we get you on Christmas morning.
I will make it back, mark my words.
'Kay.
Thanks for everything.
Got it.
Here.
Knock 'em dead, honey.
I'll try.
- Bye. - Bye.
Hey.
- Hey. - Hey.
Shouldn't you be on your way to New York?
Uh, I wanted to give you this before I left.
It's the new design.
Thanks.
And I just wanted to say that I'm sorry.
This last week with you has been
the happiest I've felt in a while.
And I mean that.
*
Anyway, um, if I don't see you later...
Merry Christmas, Spencer.
Merry Christmas, Charlotte.
*
(sighing)
*
(sighing)
Roger: Charlotte.
- Hi. - Welcome.
Can you take that for me? Thanks.
Can't wait to see what you brought us.
Oh, thank you, Roger.
Um, I thought we were getting started at 2:00.
You didn't get the email? No.
We pushed it to 3:00.
But at this rate it's probably going to be more like 3:30.
What? But it's Christmas Eve.
Sorry, Charlotte. You know how these things go.
You'll be out of here by 5:30, the latest.
I have an event tonight with my family at 8:00,
and it'll take four hours to get there,
and Christmas traffic it'll probably take longer.
I'm sure your family will understand.
Wow. Would you look at these.
These are great.
I really can't wait for everyone to see them.
Well, unfortunately, they won't.
What do you mean?
Would you guys mind going and taking these off
and bringing them to me as quick as you can?
Please, right now. Bring them to me. Thank you.
I'm sorry, Roger. I have somewhere else I have to be.
Charlotte, you do know this show could be a game-changed for you.
I know, but family has to come first this time.
I hope you'll forgive me, Roger.
I would love to have designed for you,
but maybe next year?
Merry Christmas.
*
* It's in the air *
* That Christmas feeling *
Man on megaphone: Welcome to the final night of Elfcapades!
The Pajamboree.
* And hang the stockings *
(cheering)
(applauding)
It's so beautiful.
You're here!
Rick & Dee Dee: Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas, Dee Dee.
Oh, it's so soft. (laughing)
Any word yet?
Oh, just a text a couple of hours ago
that she was on her way.
- Good. - Mm-hm.
Yeah.
(cranking)
(phone ringing)
Come on, pick up.
Voicemail: Hi, this is Spencer. Leave a message
and I'll get back to you.
Spencer, it's me.
(phone vibrating)
Charlotte: Spencer, it's me.
I can't stop thinking about the way we left things.
I am so sorry if I ever made you feel
small or less-than.
You are the most incredible person,
and the only thing that matters to me right now
is making things right with us,
and as crazy as it sounds-- (static buzzing)
--it might be-- (static buzzing)
Come on. Come on, come on.
--hope that you decide-- (static buzzing)
--night.
*
(horn honking, tires squealing)
*
I am so sorry.
But I'm really happy to see you.
Are you? 'Cause, you know,
two accidents, it starts to look intentional.
(laughing)
How did the show go?
It didn't.
I left.
You left?!
I promised my family I'd be here.
And if there was any small possibility
that I could see you, I had to take it.
But Roger should see the new designs. It's perfect.
I don't care about any of that right now.
I care about you.
Really?
I know it sounds crazy.
But spending this past week with you has made me realize
that the only important thing in life is who you spend it with.
And I want to spend every moment I can with you.
Charlotte, I, uh...
I love you, Spencer.
And it's okay if you don't feel the same way
or you're not ready.
But I didn't want to regret not telling you that.
Well, you're in luck.
'Cause I love you too.
Really?
Completely.
*
What now?
Now?
We go dance it up in style.
(laughing)
- Yes! - (laughing)
- Ready? - Yeah, let's do it.
Let's do it.
*
Charlie!
(both laughing)
- You made it! - Yes!
Of course, I wouldn't miss it.
How did the show go?
I ditched it.
You what?
Being here with you guys matters to me most.
Aww.
Oh, hold on.
It's-- It's Roger.
Probably calling to give me the old Christmas Eve scolding.
Hello?
There's my all-star.
Pardon? What do you mean?
You know, that was really bold, what you did.
Giving up on your dream to be with your family.
I respect that. I really do.
And that's exactly the type of person I want designing
for my home and family brand.
Not to mention the fact I can't stop
thinking about those coveralls.
They are fantastic.
Are you serious?
I am.
We want exclusive rights to sell them in all of our stores,
and I want to offer you a one-year contract to
design for us exclusively. What do you think of that?
(gasping)
I mean, yes. That's incredible.
I would love to. Um, there's just one thing.
Roger: What's that?
I'd like to move Alistair's headquarters
to Brooksbend, Connecticut.
As long as you can be in New York a couple times a month
for meetings, you can design wherever you like.
Then you have yourself a deal.
Roger: Perfect. I'll give you a call in the New Year,
we'll go over the paperwork.
Merry Christmas, Charlotte.
Merry Christmas, Mr. Warwick.
I won!
(all cheering)
You did it.
No, we did it.
I never could have done this without you.
Merry Christmas, Charlotte Carmichael.
Ben, you wanna dance?
- Oh yeah! - All right!
(all laughing, chatting)
*
* Bells are ringing *
* There's a magic in the air *
* Choirs are singing *
* Full of joy and happiness *
* Stars are bright *
* As we share a winter's night *
* Here's to Christmas *
* Everybody feel the magic in the air *
* Everybody, whoa-oh *
* Everybody, everybody *