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It's Thanksgiving Day, and you know what that means.

Too much turkey, too much family, but never too much holiday music.

That's why now, right through New Year's Day, we'll be playing

nothing but your favorite holiday songs 24 hours a day.

So sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride to Grandma's with

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Lisa, look, if that's how you feel, then maybe we

should just, you know, cool it between us for a while.

No, I'm not jumping ship.

I'm just being realistic about our future.

Yeah, I'm not really sure we have one.

I know, me too.

But whose phone won't last a day, right?

Lisa?

Hello?

Lisa, you there?

Hello?

Can they not wait till the summer to haul out the Christmas music?

Nice talking to you.

Hey,

come on, it's getting cold here.

Come on, Robbie.

You can't... Can't make it through Thanksgiving with this girl.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing's wrong with me.

Lisa was very high maintenance, that's all.

Yeah, but she was a woman.

What do you expect?

Hey, nice butch.

Is that what you've been teaching your son all these years?

No wonder he can't have a relationship.

Come on, Evie Pie, I was just kidding.

Mom, I can have a relationship, all right?

So this one must be some kind of record, huh, Robbo?

Yeah, Robbo.

I mean, don't you usually wait till Christmas week before you cut bait?

I don't know what it is.

You know, I mean, maybe it's all the expectation and the pressure around the

holidays to be happy, but, you know, all these women I've been seeing,

it's like they take one look at a turkey leg or a Christmas tree and they want to

go out and start shopping for wedding rings or something.

I mean, what the heck is that?

All right, you know what, Mom, Dad, everybody, I

appreciate your concern, I really do, all right?

But I'm totally fine, all right?

I am 100% positively fine.

Veal or eggplant bun?

Honey, it's a food choice, it's not a life commitment.

I think I'm going to take some of each.

What is this, a restaurant?

I like to keep my options open.

Pass me some wine, please.

Red or white?

I still, I cannot believe that you invited Jeffrey Cohen to Thanksgiving.

I haven't seen him in five years.

I don't even know why the two of you broke up.

I mean, he is a great guy.

He's the dullest man on two feet.

Yeah, well, speaking of feet, you know, his podiatry practice is really taking off.

I'm only doing this for you, Mom, okay?

No one else.

Well, same here, darling.

Come on.

Stand up straight.

Podiatry is the most underrated branch in the medical profession.

Feet are the foundation for the entire human body.

Everything from the ankles on up is utterly dependent on their well-being.

Wow, that is fascinating.

You know, I never thought of my feet that way.

Well?

Julie, have you ever thought of your feet that way?

No, I can't say that I have.

You seem very passionate about your work, son.

Yes, I am.

When it comes to feet, I'm very passionate.

Oh!

You okay?

So, uh... Sorry.

Your mother tells me you write for the New York Sentinel.

Uh-huh, yeah.

I, um, moved over from the Village View about... two months ago.

I'm one of the theater critics.

A nice one.

Our Julie has always had a very positive attitude.

Even last year, when her fiancé broke off the engagement.

Can we not?

Oh, you were engaged.

And this was on New Year's Eve, mind you.

I mean, she didn't cry, she didn't get all mopey.

Me?

I would have been in a straitjacket.

Say, Julie, I have a great idea.

I mean, for old time's sake.

I mean, if you're not doing anything on New Year's,

maybe you and I could go out, paint the town.

I mean, it's not like I have any plans.

No, neither does she.

In fact, she is available, you know, the entire holiday week.

I mean, from Hanukkah on.

Yeah, isn't that right, honey?

Yeah.

Excellent.

Okay.

So, I brought you a little bit of everything that we had from dinner.

All your favorites.

Some way for an old lady to spend her last Thanksgiving, eh, Rob?

Last Thanksgiving?

What are you talking about?

You're gonna dance out of here.

Darling, I have congestive heart failure, not a cold.

You heard the doctors these last months.

If I make it past New Year's Day, it'll be a miracle.

What do they know?

The truth, I'm afraid.

You know what?

I didn't even ask you yet.

What you want for Christmas.

You name it.

Anything at all, and I'll bring it here.

A wife.

A wife?

Your wife.

Before I go, I want to meet the girl you're gonna marry.

Grandma, I...

The only aisle I'm gonna be walking down anytime soon is the...

Is the one at the supermarket.

You don't understand.

I want to know that my favorite grandson is gonna be happy.

That you'll finally be able to settle down.

You know what, Grandma?

I was gonna surprise you.

Someone special?

Unbelievably special.

Oh, that's wonderful.

What's her name?

Her name?

Her name is, um...

Rose.

Mary.

Rosemary.

Rosemary.

How lovely.

Bring her by Christmas Eve.

You know how important that day is to me.

We can enjoy the whole holiday week together, start to finish.

Oh.

It'll warm my heart to know you won't be spending the holidays alone.

Promise?

I promise.

We'll spend the whole holiday together.

The woman I'm gonna marry.

The drama works.

Even if there may be too many big speeches.

As a result, the play is a bit long and a tad didactic.

But the writing is mostly stirring and the acting generally compelling.

How much does it hurt your butt straddling the fence like that?

Just trying to be fair.

Besides, I want to support the theater world, not destroy it.

But sweetheart, that's our job.

Look, all I'm trying to say is you don't always have to be so nice.

I wasn't so nice to Jeffrey Thanksgiving night, I'll tell you that.

What's the foot freak?

Ugh.

I don't know how I dated him as long as I did.

You better put the brakes on your mom before she tries to get

you the perfect beef for like New Year's Eve or something.

No, she didn't.

Worse.

She told him that I was available for the entire holiday.

24-7.

I don't know how I'm gonna get out of this.

I mean, it's like, thanks mom, but if I wanted to date the wrong men,

I have no trouble finding them myself.

Hey.

Jules.

When are you gonna invite me to come see a play with you?

Sit real close together?

Hold hands during the scary parts?

The truth is, Huck, I have a boyfriend already.

Okay.

But just so you know, in case things between you and lover boy are over and out

by the time the Christmas party rolls around, this

sports writer can't be held accountable for his actions.

Ah!

Okay.

Pocus boyfriend play.

Bold move, Green.

Yeah, huh?

That just slipped out.

Why don't you just let it slip out in front of

your mother and solve this whole Jeffrey problem?

Just saying.

So what do I say?

I mean, would you pretend to be my

girlfriend so like my mother could die happy?

And that you'll spring for dinner and drinks after, alright?

I mean, nothing says I'll think about it.

Like a free meal.

No, no, no.

The commitment has to be for the whole holiday, man.

That's part of the promise.

I bet a hundred bucks says you won't make

it to my New Year's Eve bash with Tempchick.

Deal.

Alright, but I still need to find Tempchick, alright?

And currently my options are like nil.

Trust me, I've called everybody.

Go online, alright?

Ricky's List.

Ricky's List?

What do I search under?

Freelance fake girlfriends?

New York City.

Personals.

6F.

Go on.

So, baby, I was, uh, I was wondering if Jeffrey called you back yet?

No.

He is so adorable.

I mean, and what a mensch.

Oh, come on, honey.

Really?

Really what?

I love that dress.

If you're 12.

No.

Keep.

Honey, it's hardly man bait.

You know, call it a mother's intuition, but I

think he is still head over heels about you.

So I just thought, you know, maybe I'll just, I don't know, put in a call and

invite him over for, uh, Hanukkah, like that.

What?

No.

I mean, unless there's somebody else that you want to invite.

Why be alone if you don't have to, right?

Oh, my gosh, I forgot to tell you.

I ran into Sonya Goldberg, right?

Her son Andrew just went through this horrible divorce,

and he is looking absolutely desperately for somebody new.

Yeah, so I thought you two, you know?

I mean, didn't you have a thing with him in high school?

I remember.

Andrew who?

Andrew Goldberg.

Remember the chubby kid with the bad skin?

I mean, he's, he's got over all that now.

I think he's even a doctor.

So anyway, now we got a plan A and a plan B.

Okay, Mom, you're done.

Out of my closet.

No, I'm not.

This is my favorite thing I do.

I mean, unless you have somebody else you want to invite.

But what's with these death colors?

You have your father's taste.

Get hitched for the holidays.

Short-term relationship wanted.

No strings attached.

It's amazing to think, but Christmas will be here in just a couple of quick weeks.

And then before you know it, we'll be looking at New Year's Eve.

So if you're single and you haven't already nabbed

a date for that dreaded night, better get cracking.

Hi, I'm Rudy.

Wanna see my big red nose?

No.

Whoa.

No.

No.

No.

Oh.

Humbug Harry seeks holiday angel to brighten the Christmas to New Year's week.

Fun, presentable guy.

Open to all year-end adventures.

You help me, I'll help you.

Hmm.

Hey, Humbug Harry.

Wanna help me get through my holiday office party?

Next Friday night?

This is crazy.

This is crazy, right?

This is so unlike me.

What's the big what?

So you broke down and you put an ad on Ricky's list.

I've done it myself.

You have?

Yeah.

How'd it work out?

Great.

I got 200 bucks for my fridge and the freezer didn't even work.

I'm trying to find a person, not an appliance.

Come on.

Let me see.

What?

Oh, wow.

I like.

Shh.

But meet him before the party.

Picture's lie, Jules.

Mmm.

Sweet.

I'll get some FaceTime first.

Pick's lie, dude.

Mmm.

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Bye.

Bye.

Ooh, holiday angel.

A mug Harry?

My friend was right.

Picture's do lie.

You're even prettier in person.

Uh, thank you.

So are you.

Oh.

Facebook?

Oh.

I mean.

You know what I mean.

Aunt Sylvia.

This is weird, right?

Mm.

Yep.

Sort of a.

Blind undate.

Well, since we're officially past the blind

part, we wanna give the undate part a try.

Okay, there's a party waiting.

Shall we?

Yeah.

Oh!

We should probably discuss some rules first.

Like how this is going to work between us.

What kind of rules?

I mean, you know, besides the fact that we're as needed, temporary,

commitment-free holiday escorts.

Well, uh, like the fact that this is a strictly hands-off arrangement.

Of course.

Um... Hi.

Oh!

Sorry, I didn't see you.

Yeah.

Is this him?

Uh, Huck Bailey?

This is Rob.

Marino.

Hi.

Jules, Jules, Jules.

What does this dude have?

That I don't?

Um...

Her.

Whatever.

You, right?

You got the eyes with the...

If that was hands-off, I... I cannot wait to see hands-on.

I'm sorry.

That will not happen again.

This... I just have a situation with that guy.

You know, if you don't want to date the chump, you should probably just tell him.

That'll make it easier for everybody.

Okay.

Um... Are you ready?

Oh, yeah.

I'm ready.

Um, yeah.

Let's do this.

Okay.

I'm watching.

All right.

If it isn't Julie's new boyfriend.

Oh!

I've heard just tons about you.

This is Molly.

Hi.

Hi, Molly.

You were right.

He is adorable.

Wow.

Uh, Molly.

Yeah.

Oh.

Okay.

Hi.

I'll just get over here.

Okay.

See you.

Thank you.

Are you all right?

I hope this isn't too intense for you.

No, no.

It's fine.

I just got a question for you.

Um...

Does everyone here have to think I'm your boyfriend?

Or just... Just that, uh... That Huck guy?

Well, Huck.

Uh... And everybody here, at least.

And no, Molly, though.

She's... She knows the truth.

And... Then there's my parents.

But... We'll talk about that later.

Oh.

Let's have a drink.

Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

Good evening.

What can I get for you?

Uh... Diet Coke, please?

Diet Coke?

I don't really drink, but you... You... Go ahead.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Absolutely.

All right.

Uh... Vodka tonic, two limes, and, um...

And a beer, okay?

Oh, any... Anything you got in a bottle.

You got it.

Thanks.

Why box?

You're so fit.

You know?

To the, uh...

Holidays.

The holidays.

Thanks.

Bye.

They say you can tell someone's romantic skills by the way they dance.

Any truth to those rumors?

Hey, maybe you should slow down in the cocktail.

Oh no!

I'm just drinking because I'm a little, uh, uncomfortable.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, come on!

What?

Ow!

Yes!

Yes!

Yes!

Awesome!

Hey, hey, hey, look, if you had a problem with me having a few cocktails,

why did you say it was okay?

It's okay to drink.

It's not okay to get drunk.

Not here.

Who says I'm drunk?

Uh, okay, okay.

I'm sorry if I overreacted, but it's just like,

if this is gonna work, you need to calm down.

You know, if you're gonna be all hard-nosed about

this thing, I don't think I'm the right guy for you.

Hard-nosed?

I'm the nicest person in the world.

Like, ask anyone.

You know what?

I want this to work as much as you do.

I really do.

But, um, I don't think it's gonna happen.

This is not gonna work between you and me.

All right?

I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm sorry.

Okay?

All right.

Sorry.

Trouble in paradise?

Okay.

Okay.

That's enough.

That's enough?

Yeah.

It is enough?

I don't think so.

Drop dead.

Okay.

Just having fun.

Just starting.

Was she hot?

Yeah, she was really attractive.

All right, then.

Well, then it's mea culpa time, bro.

Hmm?

You're stupid, you're sorry, you want a do-over.

Well, I don't know if stupid is exactly the right word.

Oh, yeah, well, it will be if you'd better get away.

All right, I'll think about it.

Hello?

Dear Julie, Humbug Harry is really sorry if he turned into the blind undate from hell.

Despite his cool, sophisticated veneer, LOL, he

was kind of nervous around his holiday angel.

So with only six more shopping days till Christmas, Harry respectfully requests a

second chance to show what a decent and appropriate guy he truly can be.

Forgive me?

A medium nonfat latte?

And I will have a mint tea.

Oh, and a decaf mocha frappuccino.

Uh, with a shot of espresso.

Okay, coming right up.

In case I need a jolt after.

Oh, decisive.

I like that in a man.

You know, choice is one of life's great luxuries.

Besides, if we're a couple, you're gonna have to know the real me.

Okay, are we a couple or are we not a couple?

I mean, officially.

How about we are when we need to be?

Fine.

But that's as far as it goes.

Yeah, okay.

Unless, you know, you grab me and kiss me like I'm going off to war.

I told you, that won't happen again.

Oh, thank you.

Okay, rule number two.

We agree to accompany each other to every holiday event, no exceptions.

And if we're double booked, we hit both.

Rule number 2A.

Okay, Rob does better the less he has to know.

So a lot of notice isn't necessary.

In fact, um, it's heartily discouraged.

Well, okay.

Um, but don't you think you should at least schedule

in the eight nights of Hanukkah with my parents?

Eight?

Yeah.

Like in a row?

Is that a deal breaker?

Almost.

You know what, though?

Um, don't worry about it, okay?

Eight nights, 12 nights, whatever.

I'm there.

Good, okay.

Um...

And if we get through this, come January 2nd, we'll

just tell our families that it didn't work out.

The magic is gone.

And we'll both be on our way.

Ho, ho, ho.

It's two days till Christmas and the holiday hits just keep on coming.

You're on 94.7 WNYJ.

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the year respondents, and one holly jolly holiday season.

Hey, Grandma.

Merry Christmas.

This is for you.

Is it Christmas Eve already?

No, not yet.

Oh.

Then this must be Rosemary.

No, no.

This is, um, this is Julie, Grandma.

I thought her name was Rosemary.

It is.

Oh.

It is.

I, I just call her Julie.

Julie's my nickname for her because she's, she's like my little jewel.

Oh, isn't that sweet?

So anyway, um, Julie, this is my grandmother.

This is Teresa Scotti.

It is a pleasure to meet you.

Merry Christmas.

Sit, sweetheart.

Let me look at you.

Thank you.

You have kind eyes.

You're going to make my grandson very happy.

Well, he makes me very happy, too, so.

Of course.

Isn't that what love is all about?

Yes, Mrs. Scotti, that is exactly what love's all about.

Okay, let's start at the beginning.

Who's Rosemary?

Okay, uh, Rosemary is the woman that my

grandmother thinks I'm going to marry, a.k.a.

you.

The bride is always the last to know.

Hey, you were great in there, by the way.

Really?

I mean it.

Yep.

Totally believable.

Ah!

You know, um, meeting you is my grandmother's, uh, dying wish.

Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

How long does she have?

I'll let you see that every day after New Year's will be a gift.

Is that why you answered my ad?

Pretty much, yeah.

So why are you really doing this?

Is it just because of that, that huck guy?

No.

It's actually my mother.

Uh, she was going to set me up with every breathing man in

Manhattan if I didn't find somebody to date for the holidays.

So...

I had to put an end to the madness.

Speaking of madness, um, are you ready to meet your future in-laws?

Yeah.

I love all your ornaments.

They're really beautiful.

Come on, Julie.

Why don't you help us trim the tree here?

Oh, that's okay.

I'll just watch.

Why?

Are you allergic?

No.

I'm Jewish.

Oh.

So I've never actually trimmed a Christmas tree before.

Oh, well, there's nothing to it.

You just take an ornament, hang the hook on a free branch, make sure it's secure,

and boom, you're done.

Boom.

Okay.

Here it goes.

Uh, any word?

Ah, here.

Oh, my...

I am so sorry.

No, no, don't worry about it.

It was old.

Very, very old.

Yeah, it was my great, um, great-grandmother's.

Yeah, you know what?

It's been in the family for a hundred years, so don't...

116.

I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything.

It's not a problem.

It's just a matter of time.

It's a thing.

Julie, my dear, why don't you come into the kitchen with me?

Okay.

We'll leave the tree trimming to the professionals.

You made a big impression on my mother.

She called right after you and Robbie left.

Couldn't stop talking about you.

So excited.

She sounded like a different person.

She seems incredibly sweet.

I'd do anything to keep her around for as long as possible, but...

You don't know.

You know, doctors, they make mistakes.

She could have a lot of time left.

No.

Unfortunately, I do know.

I had a vision.

It wasn't good.

A vision?

It's a blessing and a curse.

People think I'm crazy.

But I see things.

And so far I like you.

Even if you did break an irreplaceable family heirloom.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

Chop.

Okay.

So how'd you get started in this stuff?

Well, after college I tried acting.

And decided that wasn't for me.

So I started writing about it instead.

Became a theater reviewer.

Well, at least you have a steady job.

Unlike some people, they're bouncing from one ad agency to another.

Mom, for the thousandth time, just because I

work freelance doesn't mean I don't work steady.

Yeah, but what about a little something called security, eh?

You know, Dad, I prefer a little thing called freedom.

Honey, pass me the Betas Bibble.

Well, who in the world could that be?

I thought you packed it.

Hello, sweetheart.

Guess who?

Oh, dear!

Evie.

Evie Pie.

Evie.

There she is.

What just happened?

You took one look at Grandma and you passed out.

Doesn't Grandma look amazing?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

How did you get here?

How did you get dressed?

I don't know.

All of a sudden my pressure went down, breathing got normal,

even that dumb heart monitor started sounding better.

So I decided, what the heck?

I'll dress myself up, sign myself up, get in a cab,

and spend the holidays with my family like I always do.

What do you think?

I think it's a miracle.

It is a miracle.

Oh, Mom.

And I can see the whole thing right in front of me.

What are you talking about, Mom?

It's your girlfriend.

It's Julie.

You said she could have lots of time left.

You knew, didn't you?

Yeah.

Julie met Mom this morning, and here she is tonight, a whole new woman.

What else could it be?

I'll tell you what it's not.

That geeko-sticko stuff you make me take.

All I get from that is gas.

Mom.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Whatever it is, it's certainly cause for celebration.

Stevie, break out the Chianti.

The good stuff, not the stuff in the box.

Okay, coming right up.

Grandma, you hungry?

Come on.

We got all your favorite stuff.

Robbie, Robbie.

Yeah, Mom.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

You're Julie.

She's got powers.

Mom, that's ridiculous.

No.

She brought Grandma back to life.

But if you break up with her, it'll kill Grandma.

You understand what I'm saying?

Robbie, why don't you come over here, under the

mistletoe, and give Julie a great big holiday kiss.

That's a great idea, Mom.

I'll get my camera.

Mom, Mom.

Oh, Mom, just do what your grandmother tells you.

Come on.

It'll do my heart so good.

All right, I just gotta get this thing in focus.

Come on.

A nice big kiss now.

Ready?

There we go.

Okay.

Oh.

Okay.

Well, thank you again for tonight.

And that mistletoe thing, I promise that will not happen again.

Well, it made your grandmother very happy, so... Yeah, it made me happy, too.

You're a good kisser.

Um, you know that I had nothing to do with your grandmother's recovery, right?

No, it's not me you have to worry about.

My mother you have to try and convince.

I couldn't break up with you now even if I wanted to.

Okay, wait till you meet my family tomorrow

night, and then you make that decision, okay?

Okay.

Uh-oh.

All right.

Okay, good night.

Love it.

Good night.

Good night.

Thank you.

Yes.

Thank you.

Oh, God.

From all of us at your home for the holidays, New York's 94.7 WNYJ.

Where the holiday music never stops.

Here's wishing you and yours a warm and wonderful Christmas Eve.

And a very happy and healthy first night of Hanukkah.

Is it?

Oh, by the way, I told my parents you were Jewish, so just go with it, okay?

What?

Are you kidding me?

It's just that my mother always fixes me up

with Jewish men, so it's just easier that way.

It's no big deal.

Easier for who?

Julie, why didn't you warn me?

I thought Rob did better the less he had to plan for.

He does.

Unless he has to, you know, pretend to be an entirely different religion.

Actually, I was just afraid you would say no.

Sorry.

Please.

Okay.

Julie, I don't know anything about being Jewish.

It's fine.

My parents aren't even that religious.

Just, it's only going to be the four of us, so just relax and follow my lead.

Hi, Rob.

Hi.

Maxine.

Maxine.

This is Rob.

Hello, sir.

Hi, Rob.

Nice to meet you.

Julie's told us a lot about you.

Well, don't believe anything you've heard.

Oh, it's so sweet of you to spend the first night

of Hanukkah with us instead of your own family.

I mean, I hope you're not too disappointed.

No, it's fine.

We're actually meeting them all later for Mass.

Sit.

What?

What?

Mass?

This Mass Hanukkah celebration.

Yeah, it's a big neighborhood tradition.

Like, all the queens show up.

Oh, that sounds like so much fun.

Maybe we can join you.

You can't, because the tickets are all sold out.

You know, they went just like that.

Okay, well, maybe next time.

Anyway, I've got a big surprise for you.

Come with me.

Oh, here we go.

I'll take that for you, honey.

Okay.

Okay, surprise.

I told you not to do it.

Jeffrey.

Come on.

Just come with me.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, stop!

Oh, my God!

Give me a hug.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

They came all the way from Boston.

Carolina!

Sam?

Laura?

This is Rob.

Rob, this is my brother Sam and his wife Flora.

Sam is a rabbi.

Hi, uh, I didn't catch your last name.

It's, uh, Marino.

Witz.

Rob.

Rob.

Marino.

Witz.

Nice to meet you, Rob.

Marino Witz.

Come on, let's light the menorah.

Just in time.

Hey, Mom, why don't you, uh, let our guests light the candles?

Oh, that's such a sweet idea, Sam.

Sure.

Oh, I don't need to.

No, you do the honors.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

I'll do it.

I'll do it.

Okay.

Here we go.

Uh... Okay.

Ooh.

Ah-ah.

Stop stealing the spotlight.

Let's do it together.

O-kay.

No, no.

No, Rob.

What about the prayer?

The prayer.

Oh, that's my favorite part.

Oh, please, let me do it.

Of course, sweetie, of course.

Ha, ha.

Bah..

Yeah!

Amen!

Let's eat!

Well, it was touch and go.

We pulled it off.

Personally, all this lying is very exhausting.

It's not lying.

It's just little white lies.

Okay, all right.

Call it what you want to call it.

I'm sorry I put you on the spot.

But I think we made a good team lighting the menorah.

I have to thank you for all the help you gave me lighting the menorah.

I definitely could not have done that without you.

Well, the blowing out the candles that... I just have to say that was a first.

I didn't know.

I didn't know.

You were just lucky that everybody was way too polite to react or too stunned.

Mm-mm.

There you go.

But my mother thought that you were cute and charming.

And that's a quote.

Woo!

Pass the mom test.

Yeah.

Thanks, buddy.

Merry Christmas.

Oh, she's there.

Okay.

How?

Four.

It's my first time.

Don't worry about it.

My parents aren't very religious.

You did your homework.

ChristmasSings.net?

That's easy.

Sounds good.

All right.

See you two at the wedding.

Oh, Merry Christmas.

Mom, you think we can get a cab around here?

Where are you going?

It's 2 a.m.

and two degrees.

Why don't you stay overnight?

You can leave tomorrow.

We're opening gifts in the morning.

Come on.

Good, that's it.

Dad.

Dad.

Hurry.

Yeah?

You can go to the wedding.

I can't wait to see you.

Bye.

And here's a nightie for you to wear.

Or whatever.

Oh, Miss Marino.

Mom, mom, are you sure you're okay with this?

Because you know what?

I can totally sleep on the couch.

No, forget it.

Miss Marino, no, I can... Look, honey, I don't judge.

Sleep well.

Night, Mom.

Night.

So...

I can totally sleep on the couch.

I think our web is tangled enough, don't you?

I'll just camp out on the floor.

Absolutely not.

I will not have any fake girlfriend of mine sleeping on a cold, hard floor.

Okay?

You take the bed.

You really light up around your grandmother, you know that?

Yeah, well, you know, um, growing up she was like a second mother to me.

That happens a lot with grandparents, doesn't it?

My mom, um, is a little strange.

No, she's... Better now.

I mean, except for, you know, her crazy visions.

When I was a kid, um, my mom would disappear now and then.

Yeah, she'd take a few hours here and just an afternoon there.

And sometimes overnight, she would just disappear.

It was... it was a little weird and, um, scary.

So my grandmother would come over.

Make it better.

And she would stay with us until my mom came back.

Where would she go?

I have no idea.

We never...

We never really talked about it to this day.

You know, I guess...

I guess that's why I like to have, you know, everything just out in the open.

Even if it hurts a little bit.

Gosh, being...

Being a wife and a mother...

It's a tough job, you know?

Not every woman's prepared for it.

Who, your mother?

Oh, God, please.

My mother was born with a wedding dress on.

The last time my mom left, I was 14.

It was Christmas Day.

It was great timing, huh?

And we had our whole family over.

All my, you know, aunts and uncles and cousins.

My grandmother.

And my mom, she put all the food on the table.

And then she just slipped out the back door.

And everybody...

Everybody knew she left.

But they...

You know, they continued with all the holiday cheer anyway.

But I was convinced that...

At that time, she wasn't...

She wasn't gonna come back.

But she did.

Yeah.

Yeah, she...

Yeah, she did.

For some reason, though, that time just sticks with me.

Time to get over it, huh?

Okay, you want a holiday disaster?

Yeah, go for it.

Last New Year's Eve, my fiancé and I broke up.

Who?

That's pretty awful.

He was handsome.

Law partner.

Steady as a rock.

And...

Everyone thought we were gonna live happily ever after, you know?

And...

Maybe it was a blessing in disguise.

How so?

Julie, the guy was a moron to let you go.

Women like you just don't come along every day.

Hey.

Yeah?

So far, it's been a really good holiday.

It has, hasn't it?

Night.

Christmas.

Stevie!

Oh, thank you.

Do you want one?

Mm-hmm.

Merry Christmas, Julie.

Oh, my God.

For me?

Thank you.

Honey, it's Christmas morning.

You don't think we'd leave out our special guest, do you?

Evie, you didn't have to do this.

This is so sweet.

Thank you.

Oh, I couldn't resist.

And apparently, neither could you.

All right.

Wait.

Let's see.

What?

What?

Oh, my God.

It's so sweet.

Come on.

Come on.

Shut it.

Not at all, Bridget.

Come on.

Let me see.

Let me see.

Oh, how precious.

I don't know what you kids are waiting for.

What do you mean, Grandma?

To get married.

Oh.

Come on.

I'm not getting any younger.

And frankly, neither are you two.

It's about time we get back to the city.

What do you think?

Yep.

Okay.

I can't believe that your grandmother is joining a bowling league.

I know, it's crazy, right?

You're a really good grandson.

Robbie.

Thank you.

Oh, um, listen, New Year's Eve, could we hit your friend Patrick's thing

first and then go to my theater party?

Just so we can be near Times Square then for when the ball drops?

Sounds like a plan.

So you'll be there?

I'll be with you at midnight, no matter what.

You have my word.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Oh, hey, Julie.

You forgot our picture.

Thanks.

Do you want to go see a play with me tomorrow night?

Was that on our original holiday event schedule or is that extra credit?

It's extra ticket.

That's it.

Okay.

Yeah.

Okay.

Bye.

Okay, um, here's my review.

Worst play ever.

Not fair.

You can't criticize something you slept through.

What?

You liked it?

I thought the cast did a good job with material that was maybe a bit far-fetched.

That's what you're gonna write?

This is that white lie syndrome, isn't it?

Only as professional.

What are you so afraid of?

People are gonna send you hate mail if you state an actual opinion?

Okay, I know it's my job, but I...

I just feel like if...

I'll be really irresponsible if I don't at least try and

consider the feelings of the people I'm writing about.

What about my feelings?

Your feelings?

Yeah.

You know, like, for example, if I asked you to kiss

me, would you do it only so that I wouldn't feel bad?

No.

No?

I would only do that if I wanted to.

I gotta be honest with you.

What'd you really think of that play?

Despite its hard-working cast, Socks in the

City is a tedious, badly written lump of coal.

The reviewer's Christmas stocking, it rates one out of four stars.

Before you know it, I'm gonna be playing good cop.

Just calling it like I see it.

All right.

Got a minute?

Yeah.

Your campaign looks terrific.

Great job, Rob.

Best thing you've done.

Thank you, Nolan.

Listen, Rob.

I know how you like to move around a lot, switch it up, whatever.

But how about ending all this freelance nonsense and work here for us on staff?

Be my new senior art director.

You think about it.

Let me know.

Okay.

Thank you, Nolan.

That's huge!

No one gets offered a big job like that Christmas week.

They must really want you.

Yeah, but do I really want them?

Rob, it's an ad agency.

It's not Sing Sing.

If you don't like it, you can leave.

Or... maybe for once?

Why not want to?

Oh, we have to practice the Hanukkah prayer.

Got it all written out for you.

Wow.

Written out phonetically.

It's your own little crib sheet.

I appreciate that, but you know what?

I got this.

Yeah, look at that.

Stopped by Temple Israel on 12th.

Picked up this book, memorized it, and I'm all ready to go.

Thank God!

Oh!

Cab!

Cab!

There's an Ad on the line.

Cherkechan U'umemitzvotav V'tzihanu leha dikner She'el Hanukkah Okay, let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

I've got a little present for you too.

Hello?

Hello?

Is this Maxine Green?

Yes, it is.

Hi, my name is Evie.

I'm Rob's mother.

Oh, we love Rob!

Oh, thank you.

We were wondering if you and your husband

would like to come over for dinner one night?

I cannot believe my mother accepted an invitation

from your mother without even asking me.

I can't believe my mother actually called your mother.

What am I saying?

Of course I can.

Anyways, we have bigger problems.

My parents think you're Jewish.

One look at your parents' Christmas decorations and we're toast.

Those decorations are definitely not coming down, that's for sure.

My parents are die-hards about that stuff.

They would cancel the dinner first.

You want us to take down the Christmas decorations?

What are they for?

They, uh, offend me.

They're decorations.

You've seen them your whole life.

What's wrong with you?

Son, are you on drugs?

No, I'm not on drugs.

Then what is it?

I'm...

converting to Judaism.

What did you just say?

Yeah, you heard me.

I'm converting.

For Julie.

So if you guys want to have this dinner with Julie and

the Greens, then, uh, these decorations all have to go.

Well...

that's wonderful news.

Yes.

It means you and Julie must be getting really serious.

Evie Pye, we are going to a wedding.

Robbie, we are gonna have the best Hanukkah celebration ever.

To your conversion.

L'chaim.

If that's, uh, Hebrew for you're an idiot, I totally deserve that.

No, it was quick thinking.

It was crazy, but it was quick.

Ooh.

You are now a chartered member of the White Lie Club.

Don't worry.

In a couple of days, we'll break up, and you won't have to convert,

and one more lamb will stay with the flock.

Now we just have to explain to my parents why you're Jewish, but your parents aren't.

Let's, uh, jump off that bridge when we get to it, okay?

Yeah.

How about another round for the girl who doesn't drink?

Yeah.

That was a work party.

Was that a work thing?

Yeah.

I'll get up right back.

So, wait a minute.

Are we really gonna break up in a couple of days?

Well, aren't we?

I mean, that's the deal.

I know.

I know.

I know it.

But, um...

Okay.

Here it is.

Here it is.

A couple of days ago, we were in the cab, you

know, and we were talking about New Year's Eve.

I realized that I didn't want to be alone.

That I wanted to be with someone.

Aren't you afraid you're gonna box yourself in?

No.

I just didn't want to box myself out.

Of what?

Taxi!

Get in there.

Get in there.

Where to?

Drive.

With just two more crazy nights to go till New Year's

Eve, the holiday fun continues here on 94.7 WNYJ.

Now, we're gonna switch things up with a special set of Hanukkah favorites.

Shalom.

Come in.

Welcome.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, your home is so festive.

Oh, thank you.

Shalom.

Oh, thank you.

Please, make yourselves at home.

I'll get the family.

Did you tell your mother to do this?

No.

I didn't say a word, actually.

I have no idea what's going on here.

This is gonna end in disaster.

Shalom.

This is my mother, Teresa.

My husband, Butch.

My daughter, Maria, and her husband, Stevie.

Shalom.

Shalom.

I'm Maxine, and this is Mal.

So, what do you think of our Hanukkah tree?

Oh, well, it's...

I've never seen anything quite like it.

Ain't she a beaut?

Hey, uh, guess how many tops are on there.

Just take a guess.

A hundred.

219!

We scored every last one in Queens.

So?

I don't think I've ever seen so many menorahs in one place.

Um, Evie, you light all the candles all at once?

It's one menorah per night.

Per Hanukkah night.

This is the fifth night, right?

This is the fifth night of Hanukkah.

Five menorahs.

Her parents did that, so my parents do it.

You know, it's all about the tradition, right?

But these are unusual menorahs.

They're missing two candles on each menorah.

Where did you get these menorahs?

Yeah, they were all out, so I got Kwanzaa lamps.

Uh, but on the bright side, they're exactly like the picture you showed me.

Kwanzaa lamps?

Dad!

What?

Mom, can I talk to you just for a minute?

Oh, sure.

Please take your coats off.

Make yourselves at home.

Mom, what is this, Hanukkah for dummies?

Don't you love it?

Tonight, everyone is Jewish.

But everyone's not Jewish, Mom.

Especially all the Catholics.

Oh, we're just trying to be respectful to Julie's parents.

You know, make them feel at home.

Help seal the deal.

Like they say.

You don't get a second chance to make a good first impression.

Well, I hope that's true, because we can never top this one.

Oh, don't be such a stick in the mud.

Remember, converting was your idea.

I'm just trying to support my one and only son.

My matzo balls are burning.

Everything okay?

How's everything going in here?

Well, nobody said anything, but I think my

parents really do think your family is Jewish.

Is that even possible?

According to my mother, she's just trying to make your parents feel comfortable.

I guess it's like a religious don't ask, don't tell.

I can live with that.

For one night, anyway.

So far, so good.

Come on.

So sorry, Evie.

This is all our fault.

I told you.

Tonight was going to end in disaster.

No, it's not our fault.

It's my fault.

I shouldn't have been dancing with her.

I don't know what I was thinking.

No, Ravi.

We messed up.

We let the party get out of hand.

Forgot that just a few days ago, Grandma was a very sick lady.

You're right, Butch.

It is our fault.

No, no, no, Evie.

It's nobody's fault.

You had a wonderful celebration.

Really, you and Butch are amazing hosts.

And you raised a fine son who seems as dedicated to his family as they are to him.

When Rob told us he was converting, we just wanted to be there for him.

For all of you, right from the start, no matter what it took.

Mom, I'm not converting.

Yeah.

I just... I just told you that so that you would get mad.

So that you would cancel the dinner with Julie's parents

so that they wouldn't find out that none of us were Jewish.

Well, we're as Catholic as the Pope's hat.

Not that it matters.

But does it?

Okay, everybody.

Truth is, we...

This whole thing with Julie and I...

We made it up.

Made what up?

I promised Grandma that she could meet my wife before Christmas Eve.

She wanted to meet the woman that I was going to marry before she died.

I thought it was the last chance I was going to get to honor her.

And there was no way I was going to disappoint her.

Just no way.

Rob, that is so beautiful.

And you?

Why did you do this?

The truth is, I needed someone to date for the whole time.

For the holidays, so you would stop fixing me up with my loser ex-boyfriends.

I just wanted to enjoy the holidays on my own terms.

Do you want to know why we were so eager to have you date?

So that you wouldn't be alone for New Year's Eve.

We just knew how hard it would be for you after what happened last year with Ben.

Is that so awful?

No.

What's awful is that I have lied to you and Dad about so many things.

And not just little white lies, either.

What things?

What are you talking about, Julie?

Like what really happened last New Year's Eve with Ben.

Ben didn't dump me.

I broke up with him.

I didn't want to marry him.

So I left him.

And I didn't tell you because I thought I'd never hear the end of it.

Wow.

Okay, I'm a little lost here.

Are you two getting married or not?

No.

No, we're not even dating.

We're just using each other.

Yeah, we're just using each other.

Julie!

Is that how you really feel?

After all this, that we're just using each other?

Let me ask you something.

Was that true?

What you said you did to Ben?

Yes, but I just... But what?

Julie, this whole time I was feeling sorry for

you because you got dumped on New Year's Eve.

All I said was that Ben and I broke up on New Year's Eve.

Which we did.

Oh, I see.

So that's just a little white lie of omission?

You don't understand.

No, I understand plenty.

I mean, what if you and I were to go out for real?

How would I know you wouldn't just get up and leave me one day?

You know, with no notice at all?

Is that what you're upset about?

You know, that may not mean a lot to you, but it means a lot to me.

So what?

You just... you break up with me first?

Before we even get to see what we have?

Is it?

Talk about being dishonest.

Who am I being dishonest with?

Yourself.

Well, I'm not going to be dishonest with myself.

Or with you.

I cannot be in a relationship that starts out in a lie.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Julie.

So, how is she?

She's going to be fine.

Oh, thank goodness.

She just overdid it a little bit.

Now, we're going to keep Theresa here for a couple of days to watch her vital signs.

But now you can all go home and get some sleep.

Oh, she's okay.

Thank you.

She's okay.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Good morning, hot shot.

Hey.

So, have you thought about my offer?

Or do I have to pry an answer out of you?

No, no.

I've definitely thought about it.

Are you in?

You know, Nolan, I appreciate the offer.

I really do.

But a permanent job is just not for me.

I need to have my wings, man.

You know?

Well, I respect your decision.

Elevator Man lifts the spirits as it reaches new heights in charm and wit.

Four stars.

Welcome back, Lil' Miss Sunshine.

I'd really rather not discuss it.

That can only mean one thing.

Man trouble.

I wrote a positive review.

Why would you assume I'm having man trouble?

Forget the review.

It's written all over your pouty little face.

G-U-Y-S-S-U-C-K.

By the way, I totally agree.

Okay, Molly, I'm sorry.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Okay, right.

Second floor, 4-1-2-0.

Hey!

Hey.

Hey.

Here you go.

Oh, look at these.

Yeah, well, I couldn't decide which one, so I...

Anyway, um, how are you feeling?

Ready to get back on the dance floor.

Robbie, you didn't have to make up a girlfriend just for me.

You told her?

Yeah, we told her.

No more bologna, Robbie.

From now on, we want all the cards on the table.

Why couldn't you stick with a nice girl like Julie?

Give her a real chance.

Well, since we're all being honest here, I...

I got a question for you, Mom.

Where did you go when we were kids?

When you would just... disappear?

What was that all about?

Robbie, that's ancient history.

We're talking about you now.

Don't you see, Mom?

That is about me.

Actually, Ma, I want to know, too.

You know I love both of you more than anything.

And I love being a mother.

I always have.

But, well, there were times when I would get so

overwhelmed with it all that I was afraid if...

if I didn't leave for a few hours, I might end up leaving for good.

Where did you go, Mom?

Nowhere exotic.

The movies, the mall.

Sometimes I'd hide out in a motel.

Just, you know, until I felt better.

Look, I know it was wrong for me to run out like that.

But it was the best I could do.

I had to tell you, when you would leave, I...

I thought it was my fault.

Like, something I said to you made you go.

Oh, Robbie.

No, come on.

Oh, you and Maria are the best kids a mother could have had.

It was just...

I mean, don't you both just need a little space?

Space sometimes.

I know you do.

Anyway, the last time I left...

Christmas.

Christmas, yeah, I know.

I never saw so many loud and annoying people under one roof.

I thought my head would split open.

But I'll tell you one thing.

I couldn't have gotten through any of it without your father.

He was such a prince.

You have no idea.

I think we do now, Ma.

I mean, I won't lie to you.

It was tough at times.

But when you love someone, you hang in there.

You find a way.

Otherwise, if you run away, you got nothing.

Hey, Jules, I hear you're flying solo again.

Said who?

Good golly, Miss Molly.

Well, she's wrong.

Okay.

So check it.

I just scored an invite to that Times Square fiesta happening tomorrow night.

Mm-hmm.

Send me a midnight kiss, okay?

You

have one new message.

Your Rob is Patrick.

Listen to you bad and all about temp chick.

But don't even think about blowing off my shindig at the bar tomorrow night.

And don't forget to bring that C-note you owe me, either.

Later, bro.

So the Anderson and Anderson account ended.

Hey.

Rob, I'm in a meeting.

Hey, this will only take a second.

I'm in.

I want the job.

Rob, do you know Pete Halloran?

Senior art director at Stedman and Kane?

Yeah.

Thank you.

Good to meet you, Rob.

I can't wait to be part of the team.

Sorry, Rob, you had your chance.

Sorry about the interruption.

It's all right.

Good evening, New York.

It's T-minus four hours to the new year.

So keep it on your holiday connection.

94.7 WNYJ.

Where it's T-minus.

It's never too soon to get the party started.

This is on January 2nd.

I'm gonna go to Buffalo for the ICPC.

The IC, the International Convention of Podiatrists and Chiropractists.

That sounds exciting.

Jeffrey!

Sorry.

Of course I have it.

Hello,

Rob Bradshaw here.

I've been thinking about what happened.

Look, you're my number one guy.

I asked you first.

The job is yours.

Hey, don't worry.

No one's gonna click your wings.

I'll go out and celebrate.

Did you know that one corn can throw your entire system out of whack?

I'm talking back pain, hip trauma, bursitis... Oh!

Oh!

I've got my head.

I think I have a migraine.

I really should go home.

You know, maybe it's the alcohol.

The chemical compound in alcohol can really combat... Oh my gosh, Jeffrey!

I don't have a migraine.

I just don't want to be here with you.

It was totally unfair of me to invite you.

I don't know what I was thinking.

It was the same thing I was thinking when I accepted.

Who wants to be alone on New Year's Eve?

Do you mind if I go?

Yeah.

Do you mind if I stay?

Knock yourself out.

I'm a diatrist.

Hey, I'm a podiatrist.

I can't wait to see you.

Buddy!

Huh?

Roll that.

Thanks, man.

Don't you worry about her.

Right there with me.

Plenty more where that came from.

Plenty more where they came from.

If you cannot meet somebody tonight, you, my friend, are officially dead.

Yeah, you know what?

I'm just gonna go grab another beer.

I'm just gonna kinda keep it low-key tonight, you know?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, big man.

It is New Year's Eve.

I mean, do you wanna have fun or not?

Huh?

I'm having plenty of fun.

No.

No, you are not, all right?

I know you.

You got your mind.

You're tempting.

You know what?

This is great, but, uh, I gotta go home, man.

Hey, no!

You can't leave!

Happy New Year, pal.

Be safe.

Hey!

We gotta get there quickly.

Whoa!

Hey, Mom.

What's up?

Grandma what?

I'll meet you there.

Hello, B.

Can I have a Chardonnay, please?

All right.

Actually, no, I'll have a vodka tonic with two limes.

I thought you would never get here.

Where's Jeffrey?

Two feet under.

It's a long story.

Oh.

What are you drinking?

Mmm.

Love potion number nine.

So far, nothing.

Enjoy.

You?

Vodka tonic.

Ooh!

Drink up, sweetheart.

It's gonna be a bumpy night.

Mom!

Hey, Rob.

Grandma.

Is she...

Are you okay?

They called us and said she couldn't

breathe, so we thought for sure this was it.

Then when we got here, I mean, she was back to normal.

The doctor says she's gonna be fine.

It's just a little bit of low blood sugar.

That's all.

It's not my time.

It was supposed to be, but it's not.

I still got a few things I want to see.

Like Robbie marrying that sweet Julie.

Grandma.

You remember I told you that was... that was a fake relationship.

Listen to your old Grandma Robbie.

Maybe the relationship was fake, but what I saw between you two, that was real.

You know what?

I actually do have, um...

I do have a little bit of news for everybody tonight.

You were looking at the... the new senior art

director for the Bradshaw Advertising Group.

Regular, permanent, full-time.

Where are you?

Oh, Robbie.

Wow.

Robbie, congrats.

We're gonna have to leave some stuff.

Maybe miracles really can happen.

Yeah.

You see, Robbie, if you just get out of your

own way, you can have anything you want.

Or anyone.

It's my dying wish, Robbie.

I love you.

I love you guys.

I... I... I gotta go.

I'll call you at midnight.

Robbie, wait.

Oh, this is strange.

I see a horse.

It's galloping down the street.

And you're on it.

Mom, I love you.

I love you so much.

But you're not psychic, okay?

Never have been, never will be.

All right?

I'm gonna call you guys later.

Happy New Year.

I love you.

Call you at midnight.

Happy New Year.

A horse?

Yes!

A quick look at what's happening out there on the streets.

Traffic is crazy.

We're a seven block radius around Times Square tonight.

With traditional New Year's Eve gridlock looking worse than ever.

So if you're late for your midnight date, we have one word for you.

Run.

Tell me, gorgeous.

Do you believe in fate?

What's your point of that?

Well, don't fight it back.

Something clearly cosmic brought us here together.

Right here.

Right now.

For one express purpose.

In that case, I don't believe in fate, no.

What about our midnight lip lock?

Huck, are you that self-absorbed or just so dense that you don't know that I have

absolutely, positively no interest in you whatsoever?

What are you saying?

So it's not happening?

I'm leaving.

Happy New Year.

What?

Where are you going?

It's not even midnight.

Julie, can't you just wait ten more minutes?

I don't love the one you're with.

I'm looking at the world here And I'm not sure what I see It's a picture perfect

evening Around another day And if I'm gonna hold on I said you set me free Julie!

Mom, for once in your life, you better be right.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

No!

No!

No!

Come on.

Get off that horse!

Oh, my gosh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

Rob, are you alright?

What?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

What are you doing?

On a horse?

I couldn't get a cab.

You mind telling me where the hell you were going with my horse?

Yes, of course I can, officer.

You see, sir, your horse was the only means of transportation that was available

to me... in which I was able to catch up to this beautiful woman right here...

and tell her how very much I love her.

So, you see, sir, I mean, I'm sure you can understand...

with it being New Year's Eve and all that...

that it was just something that I had to do.

Right?

Is he on the level?

Actually, I think he is.

All right.

I'd better find out you and your lady friend ran off and got married...

or you're gonna be shoveling horse chips in Central Park.

Happy New Year, ma'am.

The other night at the hospital when you...

told me I wasn't being honest with myself, you were...

you were right.

I should have never let you go.

It's just that...

I had never met a woman...

before that I not only wanted to spend the whole holiday with, but...

I'm way beyond.

And that...

scared me, so...

I used the excuse that you left your fiancée as...

as a way for me to leave you before you could leave me.

And that was...

that was wrong.

And immature.

And I'm sorry, Julie.

You know, Rob, just because your mom used to disappear on you...

doesn't mean every woman will.

I know that now.

And for the record, I... didn't leave Ben because I'm some terrible person.

I left him because I didn't love him.

Not the way that...

I always dreamed I would love someone.

Does the dream come true?

Yes.

Really?

Happy New Year, Robby.

Come on.

Let's do this.

Yes,

the clock struck 12.

And now it's time to say goodbye.

So from your friends at 94.7 WNYJ... here's wishing you your best year ever.

Jam-packed with success, happiness, and most of all... love.