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♪

Yes. Oh, yes. I am so happy.

No, finally! (chuckling)

We got all the points we needed, so...

Oh. (chuckling)

Okay. Yeah, I'll be in the office shortly.

(chuckling) Perfect.

Yes, I'm so happy we closed on this, right in time.

No, I appreciate the referral. You are the sweetest.

When we get back from the holiday,

I need to take you to dinner, okay?

I'm gonna make sure you're taken care of.

Oh, thank you so much! I live to make you happy.

(jingling)

Merry Christmas.

Emma, finally!

Is something wrong?

Come in here.

Is this about the Allegro rough draft?

Because I've already talked to Carl

and he knows that's not the right colour scheme or font.

He's redoing it today. Sit down.

How long have you worked here now?

Since I graduated college, so about 13 years ago. Wow.

You've worked hard. Is that a question?

Do you ever miss the snow at Christmas time?

Every year. I don't.

Am I in trouble?

Eamon Zekkou called me this morning.

The designer of Frost Watches?

He saw our campaign for Fox Sneakers

and he asked me who led that profile.

I, of course, said you.

Wow. I mean, I had a lot of help.

I couldn't take all the credit.

Don't be so diplomatic. You did it all.

You stayed late every night

and were the first one here every morning.

He wants you in charge

of the campaign for his secret holiday watch series.

It sounds fabulous.

He's going to launch the campaign on Christmas Eve

on all of his social media and he wants you to create it.

Me? Really?

People are gonna go wild.

Wow. Really? It's well deserved.

You have worked harder than anyone.

In fact, you remind me a lot of myself at your age--

putting work before any kind of social life

or relationship.

Who needs romance when you have all this?

Well, I wouldn't say that--

He needs you to send him a mock up

with a tagline as soon as possible.

So, wait. He wants to launch this campaign on Christmas Eve?

That's crazy.

That's like 16 days away.

Well, you know these eccentric types.

They get inspired and they will stop at nothing

to get their vision executed.

Are you up for the challenge or not?

Oh, no, no. I am definitely up for the challenge.

This is-- this is incredible.

Good. Now, no pressure, but go home and use those 16 days

to come up with the greatest ad since Got Milk?

He wants something different

than any other campaign out there,

something that will fill anyone who sees it

with the Christmas spirit.

I will. Thank you, Sylvia.

I promise you will not be disappointed.

I don't plan to be.

(Emma sighing)

Emma: "In the digital age,

"we pride ourselves on our classic analogue styles

"and simple aesthetic.

"Since 1960, our watches continue to be moulded

"and inspired by history, tradition..."

(computer chiming)

It's about time.

Hey, sis.

Sorry! Jeff got caught in a meeting,

so I had to take Katelyn to swimming lessons.

I can't believe you got the Frost Watches campaign!

That's amazing.

Yeah, I know. I can't believe it either.

Hey, what's wrong?

Why aren't you more excited?

I am. I am.

That is not convincing.

No, I am.

It's just... a lot of pressure, I guess.

You have been waiting for an opportunity

like this for years.

I thought you'd be bouncing off the walls.

This could make you partner, right?

Do you think I put my career before relationships?

Is that a trick question?

When was the last time you went on a date?

Mitch and I just broke up!

Girl, that was last Thanksgiving.

You are a career woman.

You should be proud of your accomplishments.

While you're out having lunch with Tommy Hilfiger,

I'm over here just trying to get glitter out of my hair.

But you are raising two beautiful girls.

How could I ever compete with that?

This is not a competition.

We all have different paths.

I know. Maybe you're right.

I'm just meant to be single forever.

I didn't say that.

You just need to find the right guy.

Both: Hi, Aunt Emma!

Katelyn! Stephy!

How are my favourite girls?

Good! When are you coming here Christmas?

I'll be there this weekend!

Kids: Yay!

Jeff: Hello, family.

Dad's home!

Is that Emma Potter I see?

Hey, Jeff!

Hey, how you doing, Emma?

(voice breaking up)

Emma? I-I think she's gone.

Hello? Jeff? Bronwyn?

(sighing)

It couldn't be..

(gasping)

Can I help you find something?

Where did you get this?

Oh, yeah, yeah. No, I remember this one.

Yeah. Ooh. Very beautiful watch, indeed.

Do you remember who sold it to you?

Yeah, I believe it was a young man.

Certainly a handsome lad, but, uh,

I remember he had sadness in his eyes.

I suspect it was a gift from someone he loved very much.

People don't seem to realize

that true love is never forgotten.

It lives with us forever.

It just... (sighing)

Well, you can sell as many watches as you want,

but... well, you just can't erase someone.

I'm sorry. Do I know you?

Oh. Would you excuse my manners?

I'm Charles. Charles Hamilton.

Emma Potter.

Emma. Well...

That is quite a coincidence.

I'll say. How much is this?

Well... (clearing throat)

Very, very, very expensive. But for you?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Let's consider it a Christmas offering.

Are you sure? I have money.

Something tells me you were always meant to have that watch.

Let me put it in a box.

Thank you. That's very kind.

Merry Christmas, Emma.

May it be a very special one.

♪

Bronwyn: You found Fletcher's watch?!

Yes! I walked into this little antique shop

to try to find inspiration

for the Frost Watches campaign and I found it!

The same one you gave him for Christmas

to finally tell him you love him?

I can't believe you remember that.

That was thirteen years ago!

It was a big deal!

He was the first guy you ever said 'I love you' to.

Wait, isn't he the only guy

you've ever said 'I love you' to?

Okay, you are missing the point.

Are you sure it's the same watch?

Yes! It has the engraving on the back!

How did it get to LA?

I thought he lived in England.

Yeah, me too.

So, why did you buy it?

Well, I didn't buy it.

The owner of the shop just gave it to me.

It was weird.

Hmm. Seems like fate to me.

Maybe the two of you are supposed to reconnect!

Wouldn't that be so romantic?!

Oh, please. He's probably some big theatre director in London

who's being swarmed by actresses.

I will never forget the time

that he asked you to write the music

for his directorial debut

at the Vermont Christmas Festival at Pilcrow Theatre.

The songs you wrote were truly beautiful.

Yeah. It was Christmas Eve.

The same night I gave him the watch.

Really?!

Didn't you meet his mom that night too?

Talk about a monumental Christmas Eve.

Yeah. She was lovely.

Seeing how special a relationship they had

made me only love him more.

I still can't believe this is the last year for the festival.

That's a shame.

Christmas time in Vermont will never be the same.

I know. Mom and Dad use to take us every year.

Jeff and I have been taking the girls since they were babies.

Yeah, I haven't been in a long time.

Remember when you'd always sneak into the back

of the Pilcrow theatre just to look at the piano?

You should start playing again. You were so good.

I am a little busy for hobbies now.

Anyway, I should probably get off.

I have a lot of research to do

and I've been having a hard time focusing lately.

Okay, I'll see you on Saturday.

Okay. Say hi to Jeff and the kids for me..

Oh, and Emma?

Yeah?

I still think it was fate.

Bye!

(sighing)

Woman on P.A: Attention all passengers. Welcome to Vermont.

Emma: Hello? Bronwyn?

Emmy! Oh! You're home!

(laughing)

Both: Oh!

Wow. I love what you've done with the place!

I love all the decorations. Where is everyone?

Mom and Dad took the girls to the festival.

Ahh! Lucky. Well, should I put my bags away

We can have some coffee. I've been dying for caffeine.

Actually...

Does the guest room still have a desk?

'Cause I need to get a lot of work done

over the next two weeks. Well then, you'll be delighted

to know what I got you for Christmas!

What? A desk? No, silly!

I'm sending you away to your own private escape for the holidays.

Excuse me? I thought you could use a place

to work on the campaign, and what do you know,

a deal popped up last minute for a room at the Oakwood B&B.

Merry Christmas from me to you!

Wait. What are you talking about?

It's an adorable bed and breakfast in Vermont!

No, I know what it is. But why would I stay there

when you and Jeff

and Mom and Dad live here, fifteen minutes away?

It will be good for you. To spend Christmas alone?!

You will still come here for Christmas Day until New Years.

And we'll come into town to visit you all the time!

And why are you just telling me this now?

Couldn't you have told me this on the phone last night?

I wanted to tell you in person to see you're excited face!

This is crazy.

What kind of person sends their sister to a bed and breakfast

two weeks before Christmas alone?

A considerate one. You need peace and quiet, don't you?

Well, yes.

So? You want to work while Stephy and Katelyn

are practicing their dance recital

every moment of every day?

Well...

I guess I could use the quiet time

to get some work done distraction free.

Exactly.

(sighing) What's the reservation number?

(laughing) You won't regret this.

♪

(bell ringing)

My apologies.

I was just putting some apple pies into the oven.

This place is beautiful.

I grew up around here but I've never been inside. I love it.

Well, it certainly is a special place!

My reservation is under the name Emma Potter.

Emma Potter?

I remember you when you were just a little girl.

Do you still play the piano?

No, I don't, but good memory.

And you are?

My apologies. Thomas Traeser--

innkeeper, baker and this town's mayor.

Oh, wow. You're one busy guy.

Oh yes! And you are one lucky lady.

We've been booked up for months,

but we had a sudden cancellation a few nights ago.

Must be fate.

Where is everyone?

Out enjoying the Vermont Christmas Festival!

There is a snow fort competition happening soon

and carolling later tonight.

Sadly, I don't think I'll have time.

Fair enough. I'll take you to your room.

Room 206.

Thank you.

Wow. This is great.

I can definitely get some work done here.

Work? No one should be spending all day inside

during the Vermont Christmas Festival.

People travel from all over the state to come here.

Why is it ending? If you don't mind me asking.

It was such a staple to the community.

Our funding is tight.

We took vote and decided

to allocate more resources to more essential services.

Breaks my heart.

Sometimes we have to sacrifice what we love

for the most sensible outcome.

Yes. Well, I hope you get a chance to enjoy it.

I wish I could, but I have a big client at work

that needs an ad campaign done before Christmas Eve.

That's two weeks away! You should go out

and explore the festival.

It will make the work even better, I promise.

Yeah. You're actually probably right.

I do love the festival.

Should I get you a cup of hot cocoa to go?

Sure.

♪

Hello. Would you be interested in coming to see

the Vermont Christmas Festival closing night play?

Why yes, of course!

I like your scarf. Where did you get it?

Oh, thank you.

I actually got it

from this small boutique in LA.

LA?! Cool!

My dad goes there for meetings sometimes.

Someday I want to live there or New York City

and be a famous producer... whatever that means.

Well, good for you.

LA is a beautiful place, but there is one sad thing about it.

What? It doesn't get snow.

Really? I can't live somewhere without snow!

Snow is my favourite! Well, don't worry.

New York has plenty of snow.

Phew!

So, tell me more about your play.

Oh! Right! Here's a flyer for it.

It's being directed by my dad!

It's tradition for a play

to close the festival on Christmas Eve.

I'm producing it.

It's a retelling of A Christmas Carol.

You have to come!

Wait, your dad is Fletcher Conroy?

I know, I know. He's a pretty big deal.

Lola. What have you been doing? We gotta go.

I'm just networking Dad. She lives in LA!

Isn't that so cool?

Emma.

Hi.

How do you know her name?

Hello?

Uh... We were-- we were friends in college.

Really? Cool! My name is Lola.

Nice to meet you, Lola.

So, what? Are you home for Christmas?

Sort of.

My sister reserved me a room

at a Bed and Breakfast for a Christmas present.

Strange, I know.

But she insisted it would help me get my work done.

Which one? We're at the Oakwood Bed and Breakfast!

That's the one. What a coincidence.

Awesome!

So, you're not staying at your mom's?

No, no. The festival paid for Lola and I to stay at the inn

so we're closer to the theatre for rehearsals and things.

Anything for a local celebrity.

Yeah. Hardly.

We gotta get going, but...

it was nice to see you.

You too. Nice to meet you, Lola.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas! Don't forget to come to the show!

Emma: Bronwyn, please tell me you didn't know that Fletcher was--

(gasping) Mom and Dad!

Hi!

Oh, we missed you!

Mom: Honey, you're too skinny.

You on one of those LA diets?

What?! No. I've weighed the same the past decade.

But she does go to Soul Spin every Sunday.

Is that a church?

Depends on who you ask. Good for you, honey.

Don't be funny. I know what you did.

You set me up to stay in the same place as Fletcher!

I don't know what you're talking about.

What?! It must have been fate!

Fate?! No, this is not fate!

This is you meddling in other people's lives!

Well, at least it was fate

that there was a last minute cancellation

at the same B and B he was staying at.

That I could not have planned.

How did you even know he was gonna be here?

Everyone knows he's here!

They've been advertising his play for weeks!

People are really excited. He's a big deal, you know.

And that's just something you forgot to mention to me?

And how did you know he was staying at the inn?

Good ol' social media. He has a private account,

so I had to make a fake one to see what he's been up to.

Bronwyn, you know that's called cat-fishing,

which is also very, very creepy.

You know that, right?

Honey, lighten up.

Your sister's just trying to make you take a chance.

You know, I always liked that boy. He's a good man.

He treated you like gold.

When's the last time you saw him?

We graduated.

He moved to England and I moved to LA and that was that.

Such a shame. He was just delightful.

You could have at least warned me that he has a daughter.

Whoa. Really? He doesn't have any posts about her.

Maybe he's one of those protective parents.

Remember that play he did at the festival all those years ago

and you played the music?

Oh, that was so special.

I can't believe none of you see the crazy in this.

(chuckling) Why so dramatic, honey?

This is Christmas, you're favourite time of the year!

Enjoy the beauty of Vermont and the magic of the season.

Do you think Fletcher's married?

I don't know, Mom. I did not ask.

I didn't see any rings in the posts.

I'm leaving.

Oh, we're hopeless romantics. Sue us.

Katelyn: Grandma, grandpa,

come help us make paper snowflakes with us.

Duty calls.

Just give it a chance.

You are insane.

But you love me anyway, right?

Yeah. Please.

Emma.

Is that you?

Hi.

Emma, come sit with us!

Oh, no, no. It's okay.

I was just going to grab something really quick

and head back up to my room.

Oh, nonsense! Here at the Oakwood,

we are all about community.

Sharing a meal is mandatory.

Come on!

Okay. Thank you, Thomas.

You're welcome.

So, what are you two up to today?

My dad's taking me to

Pilcrow theatre where the show's going to be!

It's the same theatre where he put on his first play!

Oh, is that so?

Lola: Do you want to come?

Lola, let's not disturb her. She probably has work to do.

But it's Christmas time!

Nobody should be working.

I hate to tell you this,

but that is the unfortunate part of being an adult.

Can't you do your work later, Emma?

Well, I wouldn't want to interrupt

the time you have to spend with your Dad.

You wouldn't be! Please, Dad?

Then, you're welcome to join.

You sure?

Okay. Well, I can come for a little bit.

Perfect!

All right.

Lola: So, Dad, can I go get a cookie?

Fletcher: Yeah.

So, you're still in LA.

Yeah, I'm a copywriter at Attica Advertising.

That's the same place

that you got a scholarship right out of school with, right?

That's the one.

And you still love it?

I think so. Well, I don't know.

Lately, I've been feeling sort of out of place

or out of balance.

I don't know how to describe it.

Maybe my mid-life crisis came early.

You're preaching to the choir.

What do you mean?

You're a big shot theatre director in London!

That was your dream!

I haven't written anything in three years.

My agent's about to drop me or dropkick me.

I mean, there's a reason I'm doing A Christmas Carol

instead of something original.

Well, what's the hold up?

I don't know. I just haven't felt inspired lately.

Dad! Is that it?

Yeah, it is.

It hasn't changed one bit.

Wow.

This is the most magical theatre I've ever seen!

How may I help you all?

Sorry. Didn't mean to disturb you.

I'm Fletcher Conroy.

I just brought my daughter to see the theatre.

Is that all right?

Fletcher Conroy, I know who you are.

You will be putting on the last show ever on the Pilcrow stage.

What?

Have you ever seen a show

here on this stage, little lady?

No.

But my Dad directed one here a million years ago!

A million? Wow. Well, I'm gonna tell you a secret.

That's about half my age. (chuckling)

Have we met?

Well, I don't know. Noel Webber.

Never mind. Emma Potter.

Pleasure. Did you say

that I'll be the last one to direct a play here?

I knew the Christmas Festival was ending,

but didn't know the theatre was in trouble.

Well, unfortunately,

this wonderful old place has lost its financial support.

The city, well, has other priorities

and I just can't afford to keep it going on my own.

But there has to be a way to save it!

It's so important to the community.

This was my favourite place to go

in the whole world growing up.

I think it might be too late.

Sadly, they have scheduled to be demolished in the New Year.

Demolished?! That's terrible!

People come from all over

to see the Christmas Eve show here every year.

Fletcher's first show here, he sold out in two hours.

Hmm.

You were at my Dad's first show?

Emma wrote the music for it.

What?!

Yeah, I don't know how,

but your dad convinced me to sing

and play the piano, even though I have severe stage fright.

The songs were too good.

You can't just play a recording of them.

You know what? I think if we close our eyes

and we listen real hard,

we might be able to hear the echo of her notes.

Let's give it a shot? (inhaling deeply)

Oh, yeah.

I think I can hear them. They're beautiful.

I think I hear them, too.

I just got a brilliant idea.

Oh, do tell.

What if Emma played the music

for your show this year, Dad?

Instead of the boring music you picked.

That "boring music"

is on the public domain, so it's free, Lola.

No wonder it's free - it's boring.

It would be so much better with live music, at least one song.

Well, Lola, that is a nice idea, but I don't play anymore.

What? Why?

Well, I just got so busy with work.

I haven't played in years. Look. There's a piano.

You can go and practice.

Oh, I don't know.

It's not as easy as you think writing an original song.

Yeah, I'm sorry, Lola.

I do have a lot of work to finish.

Some things never change.

Come on, honey. Let's go see what the festival has on.

You know, if you change your mind,

there is a key underneath the mat,

and you're welcome here anytime to,

you know, freshen up your skills.

Katherine?

Oh, my. Emma, is that you?

You're a grown up. I can't believe it.

What are you doing here?

Staying in the same inn as Lola and Fletcher.

I was shocked.

What are the chances? Wow.

I've missed you.

I've missed you! How have you been?

Oh, you know, having Fletcher and Lola

all the way in Europe is never easy.

But I have to learn to enjoy

the times we do get to spend together.

Lola: Grandma!

Lola, darling! Oh...

You're even more beautiful than when I saw you yesterday,

and I swear you look even taller!

Son. Hey, Mom.

How's prep for the play going? It's good.

Doing auditions, then we're getting right into rehearsals.

Fresh out of the oven.

Ooh...

Mmm! These are delicious, Mayor Traeser.

Did you make them yourself?

That I did.

And please, Katherine, call me Thomas.

Well, Thomas, I'm impressed.

I've always been terrible at baking.

Well, I'd be happy to teach you the recipe sometime.

I think I might be a lost cause.

Grandma's going to be painting

the mural for the Christmas Eve show.

Wonderful. I used to dabble in landscape myself.

You just do it all, don't you?

I can't believe Emma Potter is staying here, too.

Isn't that something, Fletcher?

Yeah, it sure is.

Well then, shall we take a walk around the festival?

I think they might be selling hot cocoa.

Yeah.

Emma, please join us. We need to catch up.

Okay.

Let's go.

Thank you.

Oh, there is nothing like Deb's Christmas cookies.

She's been trying to get the recipe from her for years.

With no such luck.

So, Emma,

tell us what you've been up to since college.

Oh, just working, really.

It's been a long crawl to the top,

but I really feel like, if this ad campaign goes well

that I'm working on right now, that I might be made partner.

Fabulous. Good for you. Thank you, Katherine.

And what about your love life?

Any men in your life?

Mom...

What? It's just a question.

No, it's okay.

I had a boyfriend last year, but we broke up.

We had different priorities.

He wanted to get married and--

Was already married to your job.

Fletcher...

I should go find Lola. Excuse me.

♪

(playing "Silent Night")

♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy night ♪

♪ All is calm ♪

♪ All is bright ♪

♪ Round young virgin ♪

♪ Mother and child ♪

♪ Holy infant ♪

♪ So tender and mild ♪

That's beautiful.

(music stopping)

How long have you been standing there?

You sing just as well as you did in college.

Yeah, I didn't know I still had it in me.

What are you doing up?

Couldn't sleep.

You want to sit?

(sighing) It's the same piano.

I know, and still in tune.

It's crazy how time flies by

and things stay the same, as if they were immortal.

Yeah. And some things just disappear,

like they were never there.

So, are you excited about the play?

I guess so.

I wish it was an original,

but you can't force those things.

What's holding you back?

It's a long story.

Well, one of my favourite movies is Gone with the Wind,

so I enjoy a long story.

Three years ago, I was writing and directing a play.

We got on the stage at Prince Edward Theatre in London

and it got a lot of buzz, so I was really busy with it.

And I didn't really have a lot of time left

for Lola and her mom.

So, I thought that, as soon as this is done,

I'm going to give them all of my love and attention.

And then, there was a few nights left

before the end of the run.

Her mom, Janey,

she got in a car accident.

Just like that, she was gone.

I'm sorry, Fletcher.

That must have been unbearable.

You know, I just feel bad for Lola.

She deserves to grow up with a mom.

She's still lucky to have Katherine.

She's really good with her.

Yeah. She lives far away, though.

Only get to see her a couple times a year.

I asked her to move to England, but she said Vermont is home.

And I think she-- she might be right.

Do you ever miss this place?

(chuckling) All the time.

Do you ever think about moving back?

I don't know.

I was talking to an older man on the tube.

Come to think of it, he looks a lot like Noel.

But anyway, he was saying that--

that time is the most important gift that we have.

And that has been the problem with me.

I always think that I have more time than I do.

And time, it doesn't wait for anyone.

I'm sorry, Fletcher. Really.

Well, speaking of time,

I came across something the other day,

something of yours. (chuckling)

What?

The watch that I gave you

on Christmas Eve many, many years ago.

You found that?

(laughing) Yeah, at an antique shop in LA.

I was there last year for a meeting, and I thought

that that would be a good place for me to let go of the past.

That meant a lot to me.

It was hard to do.

I was so nervous when I gave you that watch.

I remember. It had the forest green wrap on it,

because that was my favourite colour.

You remember that?

Of course I do.

The girl that I loved finally said

that she loved me back.

You don't forget that.

I can't believe you found it.

I know. It's like something out of a fairy tale.

That's it.

What?

The story-- that the story will be about the watch.

What are you talking about?

It'll be a magical watch

that brings everybody together for Christmas,

and the idea will be that time is the most precious gift

that we have.

That's beautiful.

It's perfect.

I need to get my notebook. I will be right back.

Go, go! Thank you.

Go! (laughing)

Fletcher: Okay. I'll be right back.

♪

♪ Time's slipping away ♪

♪ Time's slipping away ♪

♪ And I've been begging to say ♪

Your voice is just as beautiful as I remember it.

Oh, gosh. I was just procrastinating my work.

Work? You should be outside, enjoying the festival.

There's an ice sculpting competition happening today.

I really wish I could, but I'm on a tight deadline.

What are you guys up to?

Oh, I need to get some brushes from the chest,

and we'll be out of your hair.

Katherine: I bumped into Mayor Traeser-- I mean Thomas

at the paint store, and he was nice enough

to offer his help.

Oh, that's so great.

I haven't dabbled in quite some time,

but an older gentleman came in for brunch

and saw my winter landscape painting on the wall

and encouraged me to start doing it again.

So I decided to go to the paint store, and what do you know?

There was Katherine.

Oh, sounds like fate to me.

Anyway, honey, we'll leave you be.

It was so nice to see you both.

You, too. You, too.

♪

Fletcher: Stayed up all night, and I finished the first draft.

And I'd love your input.

Any advice for making a new poster?

Thanks for the inspiration.

Fletch.

♪

Emma! Did you read the new script?

I did. That's why I was on my way to see you.

Is your dad around?

He's at the theatre. What's that?

Well, I designed a new flyer,

and I wanted to see what he thought about it.

This is amazing!

You think?

Can we start putting them up?

You don't think your dad would mind?

I'm the producer, and I say they are perfect.

(laughing) Okay. Well, then let's go.

I hope people come to the auditions.

Oh, I'm sure they will. The script is really good.

Lola: I've read all of Dad's scripts,

and there's something different about this one.

Emma: What do you think it is?

Well, he never really writes love stories,

and he doesn't leave the end so...

Ambiguous?

What does that mean?

Open to interpretation,

meaning different people could get different meanings

out of it.

Exactly. Ambiguous.

(chuckling)

I think Margo and Arthur end up together, don't you?

I don't know.

I hope so.

I think he was really heartbroken

when Margo decided to leave the hamlet

three days before Christmas.

Lola: But the watch freezes time,

so they can be together forever, right?

But it loses its magic on Christmas Eve,

forcing them to face reality

and decide if their love can stand the test of time.

Do you think it can?

I don't know.

Love is complicated.

My mom used to tell me, "The only thing that matters in life

is to love and to be loved."

Emma: She sounds like a smart woman.

I really wish she could come and see the show.

Christmas Eve was her favourite day.

I think she'll be watching.

Really? Do you believe in angels?

Well, I like to believe

that there is someone always watching over us,

guiding us and pointing us down the right path.

You never know. We can meet several angels a day,

and we didn't even know it.

Sometimes, I really miss her.

But I can't talk to my dad about it.

Why not?

I don't want to make him even more sad.

Emma: Lola, talking to your dad about how you feel

will only make him happy.

You're his favourite person in the whole world.

You have to share all of your feelings with him,

even the are sad ones.

You think so?

I know so.

That's what unconditional love is.

My mom would have liked you.

And if she was anything like you,

I think I'd like her, too.

Has anybody seen my producer?

Has anybody seen my producer?

Emma and I were just putting up the new posters!

Let me see.

Wow. These are amazing!

You did this today?

Yeah. I was inspired by your script.

Fletcher: You got to email this to me.

I'll send it to the newspapers.

Oh, absolutely.

Hand out some more.

Hello! Um, would you like

to audition for The Christmas Watch?

Uh...

Uh, sure, yeah.

Thank you very much.

Hand out more!

(Laughing)

Thank you for helping with Lola, with this. I know

you have work to do. No problem.

It's been so much fun.

She's a special girl.

I can't argue with that.

(chuckling)

Your script was really good, Fletcher.

You think?

Yes. Everything about it was beautiful.

Margo's-- her strength and-- and Arthur's softness...

The dialogue was just...

It's the perfect Christmas romance.

Ah, it still needs work.

Actually, I did go through

and check few grammatical errors that you made.

Um, I'll send that over to you.

Yeah. Of course you did.

(laughing)

What can I say? I'm a copywriter.

You can send those to me tonight. I can't wait.

Okay. (laughing)

Hey, do you want to help with the auditions tomorrow?

We're going to go over, and you've always been good

at finding actors.

Sure. I can stop by.

Perfect.

Lola: Yes!

See you tomorrow.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye!

(murmuring indistinctly)

(phone chiming)

"Emma, please give Eamon an update on your progress.

He's getting antsy."

(groaning) Progress?

What progress?

(sighing) Fine.

(typing) Dear Mr. Zekkou,

I am still working hard

on the ad.

I will have an update for you

in the next few days.

(finishing typing)

(sighing) Okay.

There. How are you doing?

Great. What about you?

Great. So many pompoms.

Hey! What's going on here?

Everyone's making ornaments

for the Christmas tree at the theatre.

Oh, I remember this!

It used to be one of my favourite activities!

Where are you off to?

I'm actually headed to the theatre

to help Fletcher with auditions. You know, take notes.

Don't you have a big deadline for work?

I do, but I'm hoping

that being outside will help me get inspired,

because nothing is coming to me sitting in my room.

Fletcher's not one to ask for help,

so he must really value your opinion.

Have fun.

I'll see you later. You bet.

Alright, ladies. Pass the sequins.

♪

Hey!

Are you ready?

Eh, I'm as ready as I'll ever be.

(Laughing)

Fletcher: Thank you for coming.

Means a lot.

Let's find your Arthur and Margo.

(clearing her throat)

(singing gospel style) ♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy night ♪

(singing overdramatically) ♪ All is calm ♪

♪ All is bright ♪

♪ Round yon virgin ♪

♪ Mother and child ♪

♪ Holy infant ♪

♪ So tender ♪

♪ And mild ♪

♪ Sleep ♪

♪ In heavenly ♪

♪ Peace ♪

(clapping twice) That was great.

Thank you.

I know. Thank you.

Well, they weren't that bad.

I am doomed.

I'm sure there has to be someone else.

Excuse me. Um, I'm-- I'm so sorry I'm late.

Um, I'm-- I'm here to audition for the role of Margo,

if that's okay.

Can you sing "Silent Night"?

Yes, yes. Um, of course.

Please.

Yeah.

♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy night ♪

♪ All is calm ♪

♪ All is bright ♪

♪ Round yon virgin ♪

♪ Mother and child ♪

♪ Sleep in heavenly ♪

♪ Peace ♪

That was great!

How long you been singing for?

Uh-- (chuckling) --all my life.

I've actually followed your work.

You are such an inspiration to the town.

Thank you.

And the-- and the script is-- is beautiful.

It-- it-- it might be your best work yet.

Can you hold on for one second?

Yeah.

(Quietly) What do you think?

I mean, she's great. I think we found our Margo.

Really? Are you sure?

Christmas Eve is next Friday. We can't be waiting

for Idina Menzel to walk through the doors.

Well, that is true.

♪

So, how would you like to play the role of Margo?

(laughing) Yes! Yes!

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

Thank you! Thank you!

You're going to be great.

(laughing)

Alright.

♪ Joy to the world ♪

Fletcher: Oh, you got to pick up the tempo a little bit more in this.

(playing "Joy to the World")

(playing sour note) Yeah, like that, huh?

Yeah, well, just do as I say, not as I do.

(resuming the song)

Things seem to be coming along, don't they?

Noel, I didn't see you there.

(laughing) Lost in thought?

Yeah, something like that.

What's on your mind?

Nothing. Nothing?

It's just...

Do you believe in fate?

Fate?

Like when two people are in the same place at the same time.

Or do you think it's just a coincidence?

Do you want my honest opinion?

Yes.

There's no such thing as a coincidence.

Now, whether we just pass a stranger

or bump into an old friend at the mall,

everything has a reason.

Well, how do we figure out what that reason is?

Ooh. Now, that is the complex question.

♪ Joy to the world ♪

♪ The lord is come ♪

And then we get up. ♪ Let Earth redeem ♪

"Redeem." Oh!

Should I just start over? It's good.

"Let Earth receive her king." "Receive."

But you know what I think it is?

It goes into our hearts.

I've never really been good with that.

Everything I do has to be logical,

even if it means giving up the one thing I love the most.

I hate you. (laughing)

Well, I hate to break this to you,

but love and logic

rarely go together.

If you love someone,

let them know right away.

Leave logic behind.

But what if the timing isn't right?

Oh, boy.

You know what I know about time?

It's precious,

and whenever we spend time

without the ones we love,

time has a way of turning them into strangers.

Emma.

You came.

Just as a spectator.

Can you come here for a second? I want to show you something.

Sure.

Thanks, Noel.

♪

Hey. (chuckling)

Why don't you listen to this, and, uh, you can tell us

what you think?

Okay. Hi.

One, two, three, four.

♪ Joy to the world ♪

♪ The lord is come ♪

♪ Let Earth ♪

♪ Receive her king ♪

We're trying to do a jazz-influenced

"Joy to the World." What do you think?

Uh, my opinion doesn't really matter.

To me, it does.

Okay. Well, I think this is an original play.

It should have an original song.

People have heard that before.

I think an original song would really service the words.

An original?

Yeah! You know, something the audience has never heard before.

I'm not Gaga.

I can't just write a new song.

Would you consider writing it?

No. No, no, no. That's not what I meant.

There are lots of great musicians in the town.

Yeah, I know. I'm looking at one of the best.

Fletcher.

Alright. Then you just write the original,

and you can show Sarah how to play it.

No, no, no. I can't learn a new song on piano

by Christmas Eve. Okay.

Emma, you could play the piano, and she could sing.

Fletcher, I still have really bad stage fright.

Well, Sarah's going to be in the spotlight.

You're going to be off to the side of the stage.

They won't even see you.

Yeah. All eyes

are going to be on me.

Fletcher, I don't know.

Please.

I really need your help with this.

Emma: And then I said yes.

I haven't written a song in 10 years,

and now, I'm going to do one in one week?

I can't believe you're making music again.

This is fantastic!

Who's playing music again? Emma. Fletcher convinced her

to write the final song for the Christmas Eve play.

Jeff: Ooh! That is fantastic.

Wait. Don't get too excited.

It might be a merry catastrophe.

And I still haven't figured out

what I'm going to do for Frost Watches,

and now, I have to write a song, too?

Can we go, too, Mom?

Of course! We wouldn't miss it.

Emma: Wait. You guys do realize I'm just going to be

on the side of the stage in the dark, right?

Bronwyn: So what?

Remember when I made you come with me to New York

just to watch John Stamos walk out of Rockefeller Center

and get into a car?

I've never felt more alive.

Jeff: Even if you were a lighting technician,

we'd come and see you.

Bronwyn: We wouldn't miss it for the world.

(playing piano and humming)

♪ It goes slowly ♪

♪ When I miss you ♪

♪ Woke up in the night ♪

♪ You weren't there ♪

(laughing) Are you always this quiet when you enter a room?

Are you always so laser-focused

that you don't notice anybody around you?

That's dangerous.

(laughing)

How did this morning go?

Ah...

Oh, come on. It's just the third day of rehearsals.

Yeah, and there are only four left,

and they have no chemistry.

(chuckling) Don't worry.

It'll come. Where's Lola?

She's with my mom.

Hey, you never sent me the fixed script or the poster.

I didn't?

I could have sworn I did. Well, I'll-- I'll send it tonight.

Don't worry about it,

because the newspaper, they picked up the poster,

and I'm going to be doing some revisions on the script.

So, will you check the grammar on the next draft?

Of course.

How's the ad campaign going?

Ugh. Don't ask.

I haven't been able to come up with anything worthwhile.

And what makes matters worse is,

my boss keeps calling,

and I keep ignoring it.

She's going to fire me for sure

when she realizes I have nothing.

No! Have we been distracting you?

I just don't think I'm as good as I used to be.

I highly doubt that.

I hope that we're not putting too much on your plate

by asking you to write the song.

No! I'm really enjoying it.

I forgot how cathartic lyric-writing is.

I can't wait to hear it.

Do you want to get some fresh air?

Sure.

♪

Can I ask you something?

Shoot.

Why do the lights go out at the end before they kiss?

Well, it's supposed to be ambiguous.

The audience can decide

whether they think that they end up together or not.

Do you think they do?

Uh, I don't know. Hard to say.

They have a messy history,

and maybe it's time they moved on.

Is that not a good answer?

It's honest.

What's better than that?

Well, Lola wants them

to end up with a kiss,

but, uh, it seems unrealistic.

You do know this is a play

about a magic watch, right?

Fair enough.

Lola and I are going to go to the theatre tonight

to put her ornament on the tree.

Do you want to come?

Really?

That'd be great. I'd love to.

It's not going to distract you from work any more?

Work can wait.

Wow. Are you sure you're really Emma Potter?

I think I'm starting to realize

that there are more important things in life

than becoming partner.

(humming)

(phone ringing)

(under her breath) Just-- Okay.

Hi, Sylvia!

Sorry I've been missing your calls.

I've been trying to stay focused on the campaign.

But I've been getting a little distracted.

Well, whatever you sent him, he loved.

Excuse me?

Sylvia: He called me a couple days ago.

He said that you sent him a poster. He loved it.

He didn't understand why his logo wasn't on it,

but I just said that you sent it for aesthetic purposes.

Oh, my gosh. And he loved

the tagline, "This Christmas,

time stands still."

Wow! I'm-- I'm happy he liked it.

Let me buzz him in.

(chiming) Eamon, you remember Emma.

I thought we could discuss the ad quickly.

Emma, I am very pleased with your work.

You captured the essence perfectly

and give it a classic Christmas feel.

Now, all we have to do is add our logo

and get a real image of our new watch in there.

Okay. Great. Um, anything else?

Eamon: Yes. Why did you send me a script?

I found the story to be enchanting,

but how do you intend to use it

to advertise the new holiday watch collection?

Oh, um...

well, my good friend wrote the play.

Fletcher Conroy.

I saw one of his new works in London.

A wonderfully talented director.

Yes. So, I thought that a-- a unique way

of, um, advertising the new watch

would be to live-stream his play

on all of your social media.

And the watch will be

featured in the play,

and it would show, you know,

how your-- your brand is still rooted in the community.

I might remind you, Emma, that only Eamon

controls his social media,

and he doesn't have time

to attend a small-town Christmas play.

Eamon: I think it's brilliant.

You do? You do?

Eamon: When's the performance?

Uh, Christmas Eve at 7pm.

Eamon: I'll take a red eye on the 23rd.

Hopefully, Winter Storm Meghan doesn't delay me.

Save me a seat in the front row.

I will!

(chiming) Well done.

If this works out,

I foresee a promotion in your near future.

Double the hours, but double the pay.

Oh, I'm so excited!

I can't wait to tell Fletcher that hundreds,

maybe thousands of people are going to see his play!

Oh, it just-- this just feels like fate.

Well, feels like dollar signs to me.

Good work.

Bye.

(laughing)

Okay.

(squealing)

Hey, guys!

Emma! You're just in time!

Hey. You look great.

Well, I have something to tell you about the play.

Is it okay if we don't talk about the play tonight?

I just want to be present, here, in this moment.

Of course.

Well, what do I do?

Okay. Thank you.

Green.

We got to get...

...which ones on. They're gone!

They're gone!

Wait. No, no!

(laughing)

I can't.

(laughing)

What are we doing for it?

♪

Ooh!

♪

My turn? Oh, God!

(all laughing)

Hey, Lola, why don't you go get ready for bed?

Okay.

Goodnight, Emma!

Goodnight, Lola.

Oh, she is the cutest.

I know.

I don't know how you do it.

Do what?

Even after all of these years, you're still so...

Uh, that I'm glad you came.

Me, too. The last week has been wonderful.

Looks like you have something on your mind.

Nothing. It's just...

Do you ever wonder?

What?

Never mind.

What could have been?

Yeah. I mean, we were good together, weren't we?

Yeah, I thought so. I still don't understand what happened.

Yeah. I really loved you.

Yeah, well, not as much as I loved you, apparently.

You broke up with me to pursue a career in LA.

If you loved me as much as I loved you,

you wouldn't have done that.

You couldn't have.

That's why you think I ended things?

That's what you said.

Why? Is there a different reason?

Well, sometimes, we say things

to make some things easier for someone else.

What are you talking about?

Nothing.

I should get to bed.

You know, you've never been that good

at explaining how you really feel.

Emma: That's why I gave you the watch with the engraving on it,

so every time you wore it, you would know how much I loved you,

even though it was hard for me to say it.

Emma, you have to say it out loud

for people to know it's real.

What we had was real.

It was the realest thing I've ever had with anybody.

I have no idea what went wrong.

What were you going to say to me today, about the play?

Oh, right.

About that, um,

well, you won't believe it,

but I accidentally sent

the script and the poster for The Christmas Watch

to the man who designs Frost Watches.

Anyway, he loved it,

and he wants to use the poster for his campaign

and live-stream your play on Christmas Eve

to all his followers.

It all makes sense now.

What makes sense?

I thought you were genuinely interested in the play,

but you're using it to get ahead at work.

What? No, of-- of course not.

I sent it by accident.

I thought you would be thrilled.

Everything is about work for you, isn't it?

You know that's not true.

I have no idea what's true anymore.

Fletcher!

You know I would never do anything to hurt you.

♪

Bronwyn: Emma? What are you

doing here so late? Are you okay?

I've messed things up with Fletcher.

He thinks I only care about getting some stupid promotion,

but really, all I care about is--

Is what? Is him.

I knew it! And being back here

has made me realize that I don't think I've ever

stopped loving Fletcher.

Well, I could have told you that.

But what do I do?

He can't stand the sight of me now!

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, sis,

but you have to tell him.

Tell him? Are you nuts?

He'll shut the door in my face.

So what? It's time to face the music.

Bronwyn, I can't just tell him.

He just accused me of using him to get ahead at work.

Plus, we live on opposite sides of the world.

Do you even like LA?

I don't know. Sometimes, I do.

Look, putting ourselves out there

with the risk of getting rejected,

that's one of the bravest things we can do.

But if we don't,

it will eat away at our soul forever.

But I broke his heart.

And he still holds onto that pain,

even after all of these years.

How do I know he'll ever forgive me?

You won't know unless you ask.

Now, you need to go find him and tell him.

Tonight?

No. I can't do it tonight.

I'll-- I'll-- I'll do it in the morning.

When we wait too long to tell someone we love them,

we risk losing them!

What if he doesn't love me back?

Well, then you'll get through the play,

and you'll come back to our place

and celebrate Christmas with all of us.

And we'll eat loads of ice cream.

Seems fair.

♪

Now, go get him!

You're right. I'm going to find him

first thing in the morning, and I'll just...

I'll just say it.

Attagirl.

Thank you so much, Bronwyn.

I don't know what I would do without you.

Good luck, Scarlett O'Hara.

(laughing)

♪

♪

You can do this.

You are a grown woman.

♪

Fletcher: I've been thinking about you a lot.

In fact, ever since I met you,

I haven't been able to think about anything else.

Sarah: You have no idea how long I've waited to hear that.

Fletcher: Really? You mean that?

Sarah: You captured my heart, and I don't think

I want to live one more day without you.

I love you.

Fletcher: I think I love you, too.

(knocking on door)

Hi.

Look, I just wanted to say sorry about last night.

I got defensive, and I know that you love the play.

I do.

And you're writing a song for it,

which I'm really grateful for,

and I just thought that...

It doesn't even matter. I'm sorry, okay?

Apology accepted.

Good.

I was hoping, then, you could

read the new draft and check it for spelling errors.

I actually don't feel that good today, Fletcher.

Are you okay?

I'll be fine.

You sure?

Yeah. I just need some rest.

Okay. Well, I'll just leave it with you,

and you can read it when you can.

♪

♪

♪ Time's slipping away ♪

♪ And I've been begging to say ♪

♪ It goes slowly ♪

♪ When I miss you ♪ ♪ When I miss you ♪

Oh, you sound great. You're going to be great.

I hope so.

I really want to impress Fletcher. (chuckling)

He's-- he's pretty cute, don't you think?

Yeah. I guess so. (door opening)

You guess so? Come on. He's a total catch.

Oh, speak of the devil.

How's the song going? Uh, great.

I can't wait to show you.

Can't wait to hear it.

Alright. Uh...

Are you feeling better?

A little.

Okay. Do you want to show me the song,

and Sarah can do the vocals?

Or do you want to take a quick break?

You're the boss.

Is everything alright?

I'm fine.

Dad, guess what?

Grandma and Thomas are ready to show us the mural!

Okay. Can we do the big reveal?

Of course. Let's see it.

Would you like to do the countdown, Lola?

Let's see it, Doug!

Three, two, one, reveal!

Wow. It's amazing. Isn't it?

Holy... That is unbelievable, Mom.

Thanks, honey.

It's just perfect.

It's going to make the show even better.

Yeah. I think it will.

♪

Uh... Fletcher,

can I speak to you for a minute?

Sure.

What's up?

Thank you for doing that. It's amazing.

What are you doing?

What do you mean?

Flirting with Sarah like that.

I'm not flirting.

Actresses, they're playful with the director.

It's not very respectful to Emma.

Emma? What does this have to do with Emma?

Don't play dumb.

I see the way you two look at each other.

We're just friends, honestly.

Are you really going to deny your feelings?

It's time you put yourself out there again.

I could say the same to you.

Me? Yeah.

You haven't dated since Dad left, and I was six.

That's different. I was busy raising you.

I'm grown up now.

A real grown-up wouldn't let the love of his life

slip away twice.

It's not that simple.

She broke up with me. Do you remember?

Of course I remember.

I appreciate you looking out for me,

but the history is just too messy.

And she's impossible to read.

Sometimes, I feel like I know what she's feeling,

and the other times, I'm getting the cold shoulder.

Life is messy, Fletcher.

But that's the fun of it.

♪

♪

What are you doing?

I just needed some space.

You've been distant all day.

I'd like to know why.

I haven't been.

Don't lie to me.

I get see there's something wrong. You have a little crinkle

on your nose when you're upset.

I just... I don't want to talk about it right now.

You never do. Why are you so afraid of your feelings?

Oh, because you're so in tune with yours?

What's that supposed to mean?

Just... forget it.

You never say what you want to say.

It's so incredibly frustrating.

Okay. Do you want me to say

what I should have said 13 years ago?

Mm.

Do you even know why I broke things off with you?

Because you wanted to live the high life in LA without me.

Because I found your acceptance letter

to the playwright fellowship on your desk,

and I know if given the choice,

you would have followed me to LA

instead of going to London to pursue your dreams.

What?

I never wanted to break up with you.

I did it for you.

I loved you, Fletcher, more than you could ever understand.

So you made a decision for both of us

without talking to me?

Well, I knew you wouldn't listen.

Do you know what that did to me?

Well, it wasn't easy for me, either.

Don't give me that. You're the one

who made a choice about our relationship

without even talking to me.

I was trying to do what was best for you.

You have always let fear dictate your life.

That's why you never pursued music.

You were afraid of failure.

Excuse me?

Why did you even invite me

to decorate the tree with you and Lola, huh?

Because Lola wanted you there.

Just her?

What do you want me to say?

You know, for a minute, I thought

us bumping into each other after all these years

meant something.

But now, it just seems like bad timing.

(buzzing)

Hello?

Bronwyn: Have you looked outside?

What's wrong?

A snowstorm on Christmas Eve?

They're calling it Winter Storm Meghan.

What if nobody comes to the show?

All your work will be for nothing!

Don't worry. We'll figure it out.

I just wanted you to have a good Christmas.

Lola, as long as I'm with you,

I'm going to have a great Christmas.

But what about Emma?

What about Emma?

Don't you like her?

Sweetheart, we... we live on different sides of the world.

But you're not happy in London.

I heard you talking on the phone to your agent.

You said you were thinking about moving us closer to Vermont.

As long I'm with you,

I'm going to be happy.

You don't have to worry about me.

But ever since Mom died, you've been sad.

And these past two weeks, ever since we bumped into Emma,

you've been smiling every day.

I like it when you're happy.

You really like Emma, huh?

So much.

Come here. Give me a hug.

Promise you'll tell Emma how you feel before we leave?

And don't give me "it's not that simple" stuff.

Telling someone you love them

is simple.

I tell you every day.

Sure you're 10 years old?

Let's go. We're going to miss our last rehearsal.

Okay. Let's go.

♪

♪

Emma: Hey, Eamon. It's me again-- Emma.

Just wanted to check in and see

that your flight wasn't delayed last night

and you will still be able to make the show tonight.

Um, just call me back.

Could you use a cup of hot cocoa?

Thanks, Thomas.

Happy Christmas Eve.

Same to you.

How are you holding up?

I'm okay.

A little worried about the show tonight.

I have a lot hanging on it,

and then, now this weather...

You're telling me.

Katherine's snowed in

and worried she won't be able to make it.

Yeah, and Fletcher and I has this huge fight.

Is it about what Katherine said to him?

What do you mean?

He didn't tell you?

Katherine confronted Fletcher about...

About what?

About his feelings towards you.

His feelings towards me?

He likes Sarah.

Sarah?

She has a boyfriend over in New Haven.

What? How do you know?

I've known her ever since she was a kid.

She's very loyal to Brad.

But I overheard them...

Oh, my gosh.

I haven't read the new draft.

"I've been thinking about you a lot.

"In fact, ever since I met you,

I haven't been able to think about anything else."

Is everything all right, Emma?

We have to get to the theatre.

Let's go!

Sarah, Mark can't make it,

so just please tell me that you can.

What?

Yeah, just grab a shovel.

(whispering) What'd she say?

Okay.

Something wrong?

Noel, it is good to see you.

What's the matter?

I might have to cancel the show.

No!

How come?

Mark and Sarah both can't make it 'cause of the weather.

So, we have no actors!

Well, that's not true.

Why, what are you thinking?

There are two people who I can think of

who can fill those shoes.

I don't think Sarah was ever meant to be your leading lady.

(whispering) Emma.

I need to find Emma before it's too late!

Thank you, Noel.

You're good.

Well, I have had some practice.

♪

(closing door)

(knocking) Emma!

Emma?

Hey, have you seen Emma around?

She just left with Thomas in his truck.

Left? To go where?

Don't know.

(wind blowing)

(indistinct chatter)

All right, Lola, it's ten to seven.

I think it's time that we call it.

Have faith, Dad!

It's Christmas Eve!

She'll come.

Plus, it's bad luck to start on time, anyway!

We can't have people sitting in there on Christmas Eve

if there isn't going to be a show.

It's not fair to them.

I'm sorry, honey.

Okay.

Go tell them.

(crowd murmuring indistinctly)

Good evening, ladies and gentleman.

My name is Fletcher Conroy.

I wrote and directed The Christmas Watch.

Unfortunately, the roads have now been closed,

and the stars of tonight's play were unable to come.

Audience: Awww!

(murmuring)

As I was saying...

Lola: Psst, Dad!

♪

Are we doing this?

♪

Sorry I'm late.

Eamon, you made it!

I wouldn't miss it.

Here's the watch.

Thank you.

Good luck out there.

Fletcher: Great news!

The play's back on, Merry Christmas.

(cheering and applause)

Well...

it looks like tonight's play

will be performed by myself and Emma Potter.

(applause)

It's beautiful.

I should go get changed.

Ah!

(applause)

Don't be nervous, Emma. You got this.

(applause)

(Fletcher playing piano)

♪ Time slipping away ♪

♪ And I've been begging to say ♪

♪ It goes slowly when I miss you ♪

♪ Woke up in the night ♪

♪ You weren't there and it didn't feel right ♪

♪ But soon it's Christmas and I'll be with you ♪

♪ It's hard to keep my thoughts from showing ♪

♪ I thought they were gone but they keep growing ♪

♪ Every time I lay my eyes on you ♪

♪ And I ♪

♪ Really have so much to say ♪

♪ But I know you've got so much to do ♪

♪ Time won't stand still ♪

♪ For anyone ♪

♪ And I ♪

♪ Have been just moments away ♪

♪ From saying all I can say ♪

♪ But I waited up for you ♪

♪ Until it's Christmas ♪

♪ Christmas time ♪

♪ Christmas, Christmas time ♪

♪ I won't stand stand still for anyone ♪

♪ Oh ♪

(applause)

I love thee, Arthur.

I always have, and I always will.

I love you, too.

What is he doing?

I have never stopped loving you.

Not for one second.

And I don't ever want to spend another Christmas without you.

I don't ever want to spend another day without you.

(cheering and applause)

(applause)

Wow! Wow!

Wow, what a fantastic show.

Thank you, Fletcher Conroy, Emma Potter,

and the very special producer, Lola Conroy.

(Lola giggling)

(applause)

Thank you to everyone who participated

in the Vermont Christmas Festival this year.

It will truly be missed by this community.

I am heartbroken to say goodbye

to such a beautiful celebration of the holiday.

I just want to say--

I'd like to say a word.

Who might you be?

Eamon Zekkou.

Oh!

I grew up in a small town like this one,

and it was traditions like the Vermont Christmas Festival

that shaped me and taught me the importance of community.

Tonight, thanks to this wonderful community,

more than 400,000 people livestreamed The Christmas Watch

and allowed my brand to be seen by people all over the world.

All of this to say, I would like to officially announce

I will be the new sponsor of this festival.

Oh!

(applause)

The Vermont Christmas Festival

will be around for years to come.

I promise you that.

(applause)

Merry Christmas!

Now, who do I speak to

about making sure the theatre stays open?

Emma and Lola: Noel Webber!

Where is he, anyway?

Who's Noel?

This theatre has been owned by the city for over two decades.

There he is!

Hey, that's the man who persuaded me

to start painting again!

Mitch!

Well, when you figure out who I need to speak to,

please let them know I'll be in touch after Christmas.

Thank you!

(lively chatter, indistinct)

(laughing)

Oh, hey!

Merry Christmas, Mom.

Merry Christmas.

I can't stop thinking about your play last night.

I'm just so proud of you,

and I'm sorry if I came off too strong

about Emma the other night.

No, no, don't apologize.

I needed to hear that.

She's been the missing piece all along,

and you helped me realize that.

I should be saying sorry for bringing up Dad.

Nonsense, you were right.

I haven't been open to love since your father left.

But I think I may be changing my ways.

You deserve the best.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Eamon! You're still here?

I wanted to come by and thank you again for last night.

The campaign was a huge success.

Oh, I'm so glad!

Listen, this might not be the best time,

but would you consider coming to work with me in New York?

Being the creative director on all of our campaigns?

Wow! I'm speechless.

Well, is that a yes?

That would be amazing.

But?

I can't believe I'm saying this, but can I think about it?

I really don't want to put my career

before my personal life again.

You won't have to.

What do you mean?

Gary Heartling just called me.

Gary's my favourite!

Every time he visits our house, he gives me chocolates

Who's Gary?

He's a Broadway producer.

He saw the livestream

and he wants to extend it to a two-hour show.

On Broadway.

What?

That means that we'd have to spend a year in New York.

New York?

So, we could all be in New York together?

Sounds like fate to me.

Does that mean I'll be seeing you in the new year?

Yes, absolutely!

Thank you so much, Eamon!

Merry Christmas.

I look forward to working with you.

Merry Christmas!

Oh, this is incredible!

Fletcher: I just...

I don't know how this day could get any better.

I think there might be one thing.

Follow me.

(indistinct chatter)

Here.

Forest green wrapping!

Open it.

I love you, Fletcher Conroy.

And I finally don't need a watch to say it.

♪

Aw!

That's beautiful.

I love you, Emma.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

♪ Time's slipping away ♪

♪ And I've been begging to say ♪

♪ It goes slowly when I miss you ♪

♪ And I ♪

♪ Have been just moments away ♪

♪ From saying all I can say ♪

♪ But I'll wait it out for you ♪

♪ Until it's Christmas ♪

♪ Christmas time ♪

♪ Christmas, Christmas time ♪

♪ I won't stand stand still for anyone ♪

♪ Oh, not for anyone ♪

♪