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Everyone says there's nothing quite like Christmas in the city.

But it's been a long time since Mommy lived here in Denver.

So, I forgot what it's like.

It's so big.

It is big.

And I know it's not exactly like Savannah, but it's going to feel like

home in no time, okay?

I have to go to winter camp.

We've talked about this before, Tyler.

With Mommy starting her new job, I think it's a great way for you to find new

friends before your school starts in January.

Okay, let's make a deal.

If you give this a chance, I promise to make this the best Christmas ever.

What do you say?

That's my tiger.

So what do you think?

What, is there something about them you don't like?

I don't know, Marcus.

I guess I was hoping for a little more pop.

They pop for me.

Thanks, Barry.

Good morning.

Would you like a mini tree for your desk?

I don't really have a desk, but sure.

Merry Christmas.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Emma. Yes?

Oh, you've been here barely a week, but it looks like you're settling in nicely.

I need you to print out my... Phone sheet? It's already on your desk,

Valerie. Along with your iced coffee, two creams.

Oh, you certainly are a breath of fresh air. Come with me.

As you know, December is one of our busiest months here at Daily Lifestyle

Magazine. Yes, the head of HR explained to me that the magazine's Christmas

issue is the top seller. That it is. And this year, the pressure to deliver a

real page-turner is at an all-time high.

You've worked on staff before, so you know the drill.

Yes, after taking time off to raise my son, I freelanced occasionally for the

local newspaper in Savannah.

I know you're a tad overqualified for executive assistant, but...

There might be a junior staff position available come January, if you play your

cards right.

Wow, that would be incredible.

I am ready to do whatever I can to make that happen.

Um,

while you glance over your phone sheet, would you mind if I pass out the rest of

the many trees that I got for everyone in the office?

You really are a charmer, aren't you?

Well, I just guess it's my way of trying to keep my small town spirit alive in

the big city.

Don't let me stop you.

Hi.

I'm Emma, Valerie's new assistant.

Merry Christmas.

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Emma Sanderson. I don't think we've met. How are you?

Marcus Walsh. And as your typical Mondays go around here, I'd say that I

am fair.

Well, I just wanted to drop by and say hello and give you a little something

that's right under your desk.

Oh, thanks.

But I am not exactly a ho-ho-ho type of guy.

Seriously? Come on.

What's there not to love about Christmas?

Well, first off, let's start with tighter deadlines, higher expectations,

and a lump of coal in our stockings if we fail to deliver.

Last year, I had to photograph the 12 days of Christmas in three days.

That must have been quite the challenge, but I bet it made quite the spread.

Are you always such a big ray of sunshine?

I don't know.

Are you ever one?

I'm sorry.

It's just my day started off a little bumpy with my lifestyle editor. Valerie?

Yeah? I'm her new executive assistant.

I started Monday.

I see. In that case, I'll give this back to you.

Because you are going to need it a lot more than I will.

What is that supposed to mean? I bet by Friday you will be answering the phone

bah humbug.

And I bet I'll surprise you.

Emma!

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

She's awfully chipper.

Yeah.

As you're all aware, our Christmas issue is responsible for boosting

subscribership. Fortunately, the last three years have seen those numbers fall

significantly, which is why I'm concerned that these pitches that I've

been reading just don't pack the punch to turn those numbers around.

I completely agree with you, Miss Hennessy, which is why I invited you

down here to let the staff know the direction you'd like to be heading.

I'm looking for something that is truly unique, something new, something fresh,

something captivating. We need a real Paige Turner.

How about we do a story about a celebrity heading back to their old

hometown to spend Christmas with her folks?

We did that in 2012.

How about a piece about Christmas traditions around the world?

Maybe as a feature, but it's not special enough for a cover story.

For our cover story, we need something that sings of Christmas, of family, of

tradition.

I need a story that is going to melt people's hearts.

And I am confident that you will deliver. Of course.

Okay, then, I need everyone in my office right and early with something truly

inspiring.

How did Tyler's day go?

So far, a bit on the quiet side, but I'm sure he'll warm up.

Hey, Ty.

Oh, how was your day?

Okay, I guess.

Oh, come on.

I think we can do better than that.

Why don't you try telling me what was your best and worst part of the day?

Best? Uh-huh.

You picking me up.

Worst.

You're dropping me off.

I walked into that one, didn't I?

A little bit.

How about we turn that around and we go meet Aunt Nancy for a little holiday

cheer?

Good.

Here you go. Thank you.

Bye.

Look at him.

He's really good.

He is, isn't he?

Oh, Nancy!

Folks call him Santa Dean.

I'm always amazed at the talent this city brings out.

I got you both a little treat.

Oh, thank you. Roasted chestnut.

So, how are you two settling it?

So far as well as expected.

Thank you so much for helping us find a home.

I'm just thrilled you decided to pursue your career in journalism again.

What finally pushed you to take the leap?

Well, after my divorce, I realized that if I had any hope of taking the time to

follow his dreams, it was time to follow my own.

Only now a little older and wiser.

That's the hope.

How goes the pursuit so far?

It's a little too soon to tell.

I've quickly become aware of how long I've been gone.

Making any friends yet?

Not one, if we count you.

Give us some time. If anyone can get people to warm up, it's you.

I hope you're right.

The whole staff is on edge trying to come up with the next big Christmas

story for our holiday issue.

Sounds like a ripe opportunity to prove yourself.

You think?

I haven't even been there a week. I don't want to come off as overzealous.

From what I remember back in college, that enthusiasm was always your strong

suit. Maybe.

But the editor-in-chief is being really picky.

She doesn't just want any idea. She is asking for a Christmas miracle.

What's a Christmas miracle?

A Christmas miracle?

It's like when something truly wonderful and unexpected happens this time of

year. I wouldn't mind finding a Christmas miracle.

You will, sweetie.

Didn't I promise you the best Christmas ever?

I'm gonna need a miracle to pull this off.

If anybody can, it's you.

Hey!

What happened to the raisins?

I ate them.

Tyler, you were supposed to use it for the doorknob.

I thought we could just try it on with ice cream.

I like the way you improvise.

What do you say we continue construction tomorrow?

Okay, Tiger.

Time for bed.

Can I sleep on the couch while you finish your work?

Sure, baby.

Are you missing our old life back in Georgia?

I know a big move can sometimes feel a little scary.

But you'll see.

We're gonna make lots and lots and lots of new friends.

Lots and lots?

Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots.

That'll take a Christmas miracle.

You just have to have faith.

Okay, mister.

Now close your eyes and go to sleep.

You're here awfully early.

Overtime, letting for punishment, or you, uh, trying to impress a new boss?

I can say the same.

The truth is, I got here early because I'm working on something of my own.

Well, you should know that the company frowns upon using the office for

personal use.

Well, actually, I came in here to work up a pitch for Valerie.

So you're throwing your hat in the ring. Okay, let me see what you got. Oh.

Oh. Okay.

Fine. If you don't want to use my years of expertise on staff, for a little free

advice, I... All right, I... Okay, fine. When you put it that way, why not?

Just give me a second and I'll print it out.

Okay.

Okay.

This is... interesting.

Interesting. Interesting good? Or are you just trying to be nice?

No, it's interesting good.

It is.

But listen, it doesn't matter what I think.

Valerie's the one that you have to win over.

I know that.

I'm just not sure about how I should approach her on this.

It's a tough one.

Normally, I'd say wait till she's in a good mood, but that's rare in December.

Well, then when should I strike?

I don't know.

I... Ah, catch her in a private moment.

Okay? Alone, without anybody else around.

Okay. Okay? Keep your pitch brief.

Let her swirl her mind in the finger paint a little bit.

Okay? And the moment you get a nod, just stop talking.

Okay, Valerie hates it when people babble.

Fortunately, that's not me.

I mean, can I get carried away with a subject sometimes? Sure. But I am

totally not the person to keep going on and on and on.

I'm babbling, aren't I? Just a little bit.

It's okay. You'll be fine. Just remember, if she rejects your idea,

don't take it personally.

And if she loves it?

Then don't let it go to your head.

With someone like Valerie, you are only as good as your last pitch.

Is this your way of wishing me luck?

Yes. Good luck.

Thank you.

Thank you, and keep up the good work.

How did the staff meeting go?

I think we have some pitches with real promise. The question is, will Miss

Hennessy agree?

Well, if it's all right, I would like to run a concept by you.

Go ahead.

My son Tyler is having a bit of an adjustment with the move, so last night

I decided to take him to the Christmas fair to cheer him up.

Anyway, my friend Nancy and I got talking about a Christmas miracle, and

Tyler looked up at me with eyes as big as globes and asked, what's a Christmas

miracle? Let's fast forward to the pitch, please.

Sorry.

That inspired me to start searching for real-life Christmas miracles.

So I went on my computer last night, and I couldn't believe the things that

popped up.

There was a firefighter who was called to put out a Christmas tree fire.

It turns out it was the home of his childhood sweetheart.

They rekindled their romance and got married.

And that's just one example.

I found dozens. A father whose life was saved when they found the perfect kidney

match on Christmas Eve.

Interesting. But I assume these stories have already been told.

True. But I'm sure in a city the size of Denver, there are plenty of fresh

stories to be told.

Let me think about it.

I wrote up a little something for you to look at.

You really are eager, aren't you, Emma?

All right.

I'll look it over. If it has merit, I'll pass it by Miss Hennessy after lunch.

You will?

I will.

That's great.

Thank you, Valerie.

Emma. Yeah. Is Valerie out of that meeting with Miss Hennessy yet? No, but

I'm hoping she finds a fan of my real-life Christmas miracle idea.

I need her to look at the proof from the Christmas cookie shoe for the recipe

page. Oh, I see.

Well, what's on the menu for December?

Reindeer cookies.

Oh, my goodness.

That is adorable.

Thank you. I just hope Valerie shares your enthusiasm.

But I fear my timing may be off.

Marcus.

Inches away from a clean getaway. Yes, Valerie.

Are these the photos for December's recipe sprint?

Indeed they are.

Come with me to my office. I'll take a look.

Okay, here we go.

Marcus, I don't have to tell you how high the expectations are for this

year's Christmas issue to be the best ever.

Is this really the best ever?

Valerie, they're photos of cookies, not the lunar landing.

I didn't realize you put a dial on your enthusiasm depending on your assignment.

I didn't mean it that way.

The whole point of these recipes is to inspire the reader to make them on their

own. Be creative.

Give the reader a reason to run to their kitchen, not turn the page.

Okay.

Emma, meet me in my office in five minutes.

Of course. How did the pitch go with Miss Hennessy?

Not as good as I had hoped.

She approved all of our features, but passed on the lead story pitches.

Really?

All of them? I'm afraid so.

Fortunately, I came up with an area on the fly she seems to like, so I guess

it'll be up to me to impress the editor-in-chief.

How's your Christmas spirit feeling right about now?

Rejection comes with a job. That part I have no problem rolling with the

punches.

Okay.

Then what's bothering you?

It's dividing my time between work and my son.

I know it hasn't been easy on him, and I just keep wishing I could do more to

help. You're doing the best you can.

But then why do I run around all day with a case of mommy guilt?

Because you're a good mommy.

I see how hard you work to find balance as a single mom.

I know it can't be easy.

Thanks, and I'm not complaining.

It's... You want it all. I get it. Plus, I promise to give that guy a special

Christmas.

And you will.

What I remember most as a kid is that life wasn't as much about the grand

gestures as it was about the moments.

Moments you probably thought were trivial, but will end up being Tyler's

fondest memories when he grows up.

That's true.

When I was growing up, my mom, she used to hide a secret Christmas present for

my sister and I, and there was something about finding that one present that made

it more special than all the others.

The same will happen for Tyler.

Thanks, Nance.

You're a good friend.

What'd I do?

Okay, it's a new day, people, and I'm thrilled to report that Ms. Hennessy has

approved all of our upcoming features for the Christmas issue.

Carl, I managed to salvage your celebrity concept by adding in family

traditions.

Soap fans have a huge audience, so I want you to pepper some in amongst the A

-listers. I'll get on the phone with publicists right away.

Glenda? I would like you to do a Christmas spread about the hottest

holiday parties in the city. Oh, and Miss Hennessy thought there was

something fun about the Tri-City Christmas Carol Glee Club competition.

So I think Annie and Sarah, you should run with that.

Love it.

And as for our cover story?

I'll be responsible for delivering that.

Details forthcoming.

Anything else?

Um, Valerie, I...

I promised my son Tyler we'd go Christmas tree shopping after work, and

I thought it might be a morale booster if I'd pick one up and got some

decorations for the office.

Oh, that's a great idea.

You probably need some help with that.

Marcus. Yes, Valerie?

Your docket is a little light today.

Maybe you could lend a hand?

Sure. I mean, yes, I would love to.

Hot chocolates, espresso.

Okay.

Marcus.

Hey.

This is my son, Tyler. Nice to meet you, Tyler. So, how do you like living in

Denver?

He's a little shy.

That's okay.

I was shy as well when I was your age.

I barely made a peep, actually.

My mom called me the observer.

I think that's why I got into photography.

So... Oh, you can take pictures all day?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

That's gotta be fun.

Uh, can be.

It can be.

My mom's a writer.

Yeah? She likes telling stories.

That's what I told him. After taking time off to race this guy, I realized

how much I missed it.

And that's why we came back to the city.

Huh.

Well, that was a big move.

So, what is it about writing that you love so much?

I guess it's the power to move people emotionally in a way they didn't quite

expect.

Well,

I'm glad you took my advice and didn't let Valerie's rejection slow you down.

Oh, trust me, I realized early on in order to survive this business, you

gotta have thick skin.

One of steel around here.

Maybe, but as I always say to Tyler...

You can't win if you don't try.

I found the one!

You did?

Uh... What do you think?

I don't know, Ty.

I think we might need to get a crane to put this in our place.

But you said I could pick out whatever tree I want.

I know, sweetie, but... But this is a scotch pine.

Okay? This is a sturdy choice.

These originated in Europe, and they're known for their excellent needle

retention. How do you know so much about Christmas trees?

Well, I shot a piece about the top ten Christmas trees of the season, and this

tree placed ninth.

Which came in first?

This guy right here.

The forest spruce.

And legend has it, it was the first Christmas tree that was chopped down in

a black forest.

And you want to know what?

Chris Kringle chopped it down.

Really? Yeah, this one right here.

You don't think it's too small?

Not to me.

But it's your decision.

I think I want this one.

Well, okay, then.

We have found our tree.

But you know what? I think I like the scotch pine one for the office.

There.

So, Tyler, this is where Mommy works.

Cool. It's pretty cool, right?

Little help here.

All right, so how does that look? Uh, crooked.

It's leaning to the left.

Okay. How about that?

Ty, how's that? Your other left.

Right. A little more.

There? A little more. There? A little more.

A little more.

Yeah. There.

Perfect.

I think my job here is done.

Are you going to help us decorate it?

That's up to your mom.

Sure.

Okay.

Good job.

I don't remember the office looking so festive last year. I know.

It really warms the place up.

I tell you, Valerie, your real-life Christmas

miracle idea is a stroke of genius.

The more I thought about it, I think that this actually has the potential to

be an annual event.

That's a great idea.

Each year we find a new miracle, so it becomes a gift that just keeps on

giving. It was the shot in the arm that this magazine needed.

Brilliant. Brilliant concept, Valerie.

Thank you.

Miss Hennessy didn't pass on my real-life Christmas miracle idea. She

loved it.

And Valerie took credit for the whole thing. I'm so sorry, Emma. It's not like

I was naive enough to think that they were going to hand me the assignment.

I would have settled for a nice job, Emma.

I get it. I get it. Why did she lie to me?

I think it's because of Miss Hennessy's attitude around here lately. Has Valerie

feeling like that she's, you know, she has something to prove.

This is just, it's so disheartening.

No, I agree. I agree. But I think for your own sake, it's best if you just

don't let Valerie know that you're onto her.

How? Have you met my face?

It pretty much tells the tale.

Being serious, okay? If you don't want a pink slip under your Christmas tree at

the end of the month, play pretend.

There you are.

Good morning, Valerie.

Good morning. By the way, nice job on the Christmas decor.

Makes me feel a tad more jolly.

I bet.

I'm, uh, meeting with Dennis in research, so if you could print out my

phone sheet and... And get you your iced coffee. On it.

Thank you.

How was that?

You had me convinced.

Look, Dennis.

The real-life Christmas miracle I'm looking for doesn't have to be something

as monumental as an organ transplant.

It needs to be unique, and it needs to be inspiring.

We're a lifestyle magazine, not a medical journal. I get it. That's great,

but I want to keep this under tight wraps, just between us.

Understood. I don't have to tell you how much pressure I'm under.

Find me a true miracle, and you'll be looking at the biggest Christmas bonus

of your career.

I appreciate it.

Valerie's in a meeting, but I'll give her the message when she gets out.

Looks like your day hasn't gotten any brighter.

It's been nothing but gingerbread and jelly beans.

Well, cheer up, because I think I have a solution that you're going to love.

No, thanks.

Wait, hold on. Are you giving up so quickly?

Actually, it's the opposite.

I've decided my best hope of promotion is to prove my worth the month of

December. And clearly, I've been doing something right.

Hold on, come on.

Marcus.

It's not like I have a choice.

I need this job.

Maybe.

But you also look like you could use a break.

Come on.

I already sense a spin. Go ahead.

Well, Valerie stole your idea, right? So we'll stop you from stealing it back.

I beg your pardon?

I mean, why not find your own story somewhere in the city?

And write about it.

I mean, what better way to prove yourself than by delivering a more

heartfelt Christmas story than Valerie for our big issue?

Behind her back?

She told you Miss Hennessy passed on your idea, so write it anyway.

And prove to her that despite your rejection, you let passion be your

guide.

You have an answer for everything, don't you? Tell me I'm wrong.

You're the one that loves to write, apparently.

Why do I get the sense you're only encouraging me as a way to turn tables

on Valerie?

I'm just trying to get you to write.

At least tell me you'll think about it.

Why are you so keen on pushing me to do this? You don't even know if I'm a good

writer. If Valerie stole your idea, you're a great writer.

Where are you going?

I just want to pop in and check on Tyler.

I'll be out in a minute.

Okay. I'll be here.

Look, Mom, Santa Dean.

Thank you, folks.

Oh, thank you. And with that, I am going to take a short break and warm up the

old digits here.

Pretty good, pretty good.

Hi.

That was very generous, Santa Dean.

Oh, well, I just come here.

To play music, not for the tips. People feel compelled to give me money anyway.

Of course they would. Your music, it just has a way of uplifting our spirits

for both my son and I.

Isn't that right, Tyler?

Well, that's very kind.

Very kind.

Tyler, what's your favorite Christmas song?

Oh, come on, Tyler. Tell Santa Dean your favorite Christmas song.

It's Silent Night.

Ooh, Silent Night.

He would be thrilled if you could play it for him.

Sure. I think I remember.

It's silent night.

I'll do my best.

Hey, you two.

Hey. Looks like this place is turning out to be your favorite hang.

Tyler likes coming here after camp.

Cheers him up.

And I could definitely use some of that after the day I had.

I'm so sorry, Noah.

I still can't believe your boss did what she did.

Taking credit for someone else's idea is just wrong.

I know.

As I was telling myself, I actually stood a chance for writing it. Well, if

I were you, you know what I would do?

Just that.

Write it anyway.

Really?

That's what Marcus from work told me to do.

Marcus?

So you've made a new friend?

I guess.

I mean, we started off a little prickly, but he seems to be my only ally at the

office.

So, are you going to write it?

I don't know.

I just... I still feel a little torn.

What for?

If this temporary position of yours doesn't become something permanent,

you'll need a fresh writing sample from the new year. True.

But if Valerie finds out, I don't want this costing me my job.

Sounds to me like creating excuses to not write.

Maybe it's because you're a little scared to put yourself out there?

My mom's not scared of anything.

Right, Mom?

Welcome back now.

I have a special request from a young friend of mine named Tyler

This place is really starting to feel like home, don't you think? Thanks, Mom.

I mean it.

You always try to make me feel good.

Well, Tyler, that is so sweet.

You know when you say you're proud of me, when you do something good?

Yeah.

Well, you make me proud.

I do?

I know it wasn't easy coming here, but you made it happen.

I did, didn't I?

Thank you.

For what?

For making us both believe that anything is possible if you put your mind to it.

I thought a lot about what you had to say.

And I decided I'm going to go for it. So now that you're on board, where do we

start? We?

I thought I was writing this.

You are. You're writing it. But your article is going to need a layout, which

means you're going to need a photographer.

Marcus, I don't even have a story.

Ah, details.

Details, details.

We'll find you your real Christmas miracle.

The real miracle is going to be me finding time to write a story.

You know what they say. If you want something done, ask a busy person.

Henry and Carol, I'd like you to meet Valerie Masala. She's the lifestyle

editor of the magazine.

Pleasure to meet you both.

According to Dennis, you have quite the tale to tell.

We like to think so, yes.

Lovely earrings, by the way. Oh, thanks.

I tend to get carried away this time of year. Yeah, our friends call her

Christmas Carol.

Why don't you tell Valerie what you told me this morning?

Uh, of course. Well, my wife and I both work as librarians at the City Public

Library and, uh, well...

Carol's also a budding novelist as well. I've been toiling with my first novel

for the better part of a year, but for some reason I suffered a horrible case

of writer's block.

Well, that was until we moved into this amazing turn-of-the-century craftsman

over at Curtis Park.

Underneath one of the floorboards, we came across an old book that looked like

it had been tucked away for a century.

It was a first edition of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol.

Hand-signed by Dickens himself.

To his son, Henry.

My name's Henry.

Not many people know this about Dickens, but he was a big family man.

Fathered ten children.

And along with his literary works, he was also very passionate about

philanthropy.

Well, this is where we both get a chill.

Well, my wife and I work part-time at the city's children literacy program.

Months ago, we learned cutbacks were going to threaten the program come

January. Yeah, we quickly realized that we needed a miracle to save the program.

And the proceeds from the sale of this book will help make that happen.

We think it's what Dickens would have wanted us to do.

We're just hoping that our good fortune will help encourage others to rediscover

the classics.

So?

What do you think?

I think we have a real life Christmas miracle in the making.

Okay.

Easy there, tiger.

All right.

Skating is all about balance.

Got it?

See, Mom?

It's not that hard.

Well, maybe for you.

This mama needs some training wheels.

Hey, hey, those are the kids from Winter Camp.

Want to go over there and skate with them?

Maybe in a little bit.

I don't think I'm ready yet.

Okay, Tiger.

Hey, Marcus. Hey, what's up, man?

This is a surprise.

Oh, yeah. Well, I figured I'd squeeze in a little work with exercise.

Why not, right?

Your mom told me she was taking you skating today after work. You're looking

pretty good on those blades.

Thanks.

It's all about balance.

I know, man. You're doing good. You're doing good. I'm trying to encourage him

to go skate with the other kids. Ah, so did you know when I was your age, my

family moved like six times because my dad was in the service?

No way.

Way. And I realized really quickly that if I let my shyness get in the way, then

I wouldn't make any new friends.

So what did you do?

Well... I figured that I wasn't the only shy kid in the world, so I sought out

other kids that were a little bit like me.

And then?

And then the easy part. You just walk up to them, and I said, hey, I'm Marcus.

And then the rest takes care of itself.

So what do you say?

You want to go and stay with the kids?

Sure. Sure?

All right.

Why couldn't I coax him to do that?

Okay, it's just the message seems to land a little better when it's not

coming from your mom.

Well, thank you for that. You're welcome.

So, seriously, why didn't you come all the way out here?

Oh, because I think I found our potential real-life Christmas miracle.

The artist's name is Luca Gianello. He has taken the art scene by storm, okay?

This one is actually called a Christmas miracle.

Come on, Emma, this story practically writes itself.

Marcus, stories don't write themselves.

They need an emotional component to make them compelling.

Okay, so find an angle and finesse it into your prose.

I had a professor back in college who once said to me something I will never

forget. He said, if you want to be a great writer, you have to trust your

gut. Let your inner voice be your guide, and it'll never lead you astray.

Okay.

So what is your inner gut telling you about our Christmas artist?

Okay, then. Moving on.

I know this can be frustrating, but you will see.

My gut has never failed me. Okay, but we are chasing a holiday deadline, so is

there any way to make your gut work faster? I just need the right

inspiration.

Okay.

I got you.

Thank you.

Hey, buddy.

So this is the exact spot where I was inspired to find my real-life Christmas

miracle. I see. So you're hoping that lightning will strike twice?

Something like that.

Look.

They call him Santa Dean.

Tyler and I have been coming down to listen to him play.

There's something about him that has me keep circling back for some reason.

What's so funny?

You remind me of someone.

You, uh... My ex-girlfriend.

But in a good way. In a good way.

You have this innocent, guileless nature about you.

It's charming.

I can see your will spinning.

I know. I guess I've always been sort of an open book.

That's good.

What about you?

Total opposite, actually.

I have a hard time opening up, but I'm working on it. I think

that's why the relationship ended.

Any regrets?

Not at all.

Not at all.

Because I think everything happens for a reason, right?

In that case, there's someone I want you to meet.

Hey,

you're back again, huh?

Yes, I wanted to bring my friend Marcus out to hear you play. I really love your

sound.

Thanks. I wish I could play the piano.

I can't even whistle yet.

Oh, yes, you can.

you know what if your mother says it's okay maybe santa dean could grant your

wishes what do you think what do you think come on over here sit down next to

me take off your gloves and where's your pointy finger okay now i want you to hit

this is a called a key when i point to it all right and you just touch it once

ready and

Good, now we're gonna go up.

Good,

good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good. Keep it up, keep it up,

good.

Same word, right there.

Good, good, you remembered that, good.

How'd you do that?

You really are something.

I have not seen him smile like this in a long time.

He's a natural.

Got a great ear.

I'm going to practice tomorrow.

You'd better.

Sanadine, I don't know how to thank you.

No, oh, gosh, no, no, no, no. Please.

Oh, no. Watching a child's face light up while he's first discovering music.

It's a gift for the giver. I can tell you really love it. And to play like

that, you had to have played professionally.

Well, you're very kind. But I'm just a retiree who likes to make some people

happy on my time off.

But your music.

Yeah. There's something about it that sounds so familiar.

Hmm.

It's because I borrow from the greats.

I'm going to continue playing my Christmas music.

Thanks for coming.

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree.

I have to say that I wasn't expecting that.

Definitely not.

You think there's a story here?

I do.

The question is, what exactly is the story?

He's playing for the love of sharing his music.

But I get the sense he's hiding something.

I suppose it's your God telling you that?

Tell me I'm wrong.

I wouldn't dream about it.

Wouldn't even make a dent.

I can see that you've already made up your mind.

I have?

Wow.

You really are starting to get to know how to read me.

Yeah.

So now that you've decided on your story, how do we get this to move along?

I think Dean will only shut me down if I approached him again.

but someone in the park has to know something so why don't you just go back

tomorrow and ask around what

tyler's been sleeping on the couch ever

since we moved here but tonight he decided to sleep in his own bed big

boy baby steps right baby steps

All right.

Well, I should go.

Thank you, by the way.

Tyler and I made these to share with the kids at the rec center.

Do you want to try one?

I guess Valerie was right.

The spread I shot encouraged you to try and bake the reindeer cookies for

yourself.

It's cute.

Good. I think these are going to slay.

Sorry, I'm late.

I wanted to stop by the bakery and pick up a few Christmas treats.

Good news, everyone.

Miss Hennessy is thrilled with the direction of our holiday Christmas cover

story. Care to share any details?

Not until the exclusivity agreement is signed.

Okay, Carl, how are we doing with the piece on celebrity Christmas traditions?

I've already got three soap stars confirmed, and we're out to an A-list

star. Great.

And Glenda, I want plenty of coverage at the celebrity parties that you emailed

me.

Annie and Sarah, the preliminaries on the Tri-City Christmas competition is a

real hoot. How do you feel about expanding it to a 750-word spread?

No problem.

Great. Okay, well, let's just keep this train on the tracks, people. And with

the deadline looming, my presence will be a little less in the coming weeks,

but Emma will be my eyes and ears.

Oh, and Marcus.

I love what you did with the Christmas cookies.

Glad to see you're putting in the extra effort.

Thanks, Valerie.

Keep up the good work.

Will do.

The last time we got pastries, Valerie got the exclusive with the Royals. Yeah,

Barry's right.

Valerie must have stumbled upon the biggest Christmas story since Rudolph.

Hey, is there anything on Sanadine?

Nothing other than he comes out to play after Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Nobody seems to know anything else about him. Okay.

Now that we know that Valerie's off to the races, we have to up our game.

Yep.

Tyler was thrilled. My friend Nancy offered to take him Christmas shopping

tonight. So how long have you been doing the single mom thing?

It's pretty much all I know.

Tyler's dad is in international sales, so he's away constantly. Does he ever

get to spend time with him?

We all make it work.

Man. I wish I could see the world through your eyes.

It's like you always find the good in people.

And you don't?

I don't know. I'd like to say I try, but... So in your case, you are a work

in progress.

I like that.

Well... I guess our street

performer has a pinch of a takeout.

I wonder if anybody in the diner knows anything about him.

You should go in there and ask around.

Emma, you can't write a story if you don't know who you're writing about.

I know.

It's just sneaky.

Emma, you're not a Girl Scout. You're a journalist, remember?

Why can't it be both?

Do you think Valerie would hesitate to go in?

Probably not, but I am not Valerie.

Okay, I'll go.

No, no, no, no.

I'll do it.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry. That man who just left the diner. Not many people recognize him

anymore. You must be a big jazz fan. My dad, actually. I know I've seen his face

before. Maybe on one of his albums?

His name is Dean Wanamaker of the Wanamaker Trio.

That's it. Thank you very much.

Well? Turns out your instincts were correct.

I knew there was more to him than meets the eye. You were right.

Let's go.

I don't want to be late for winter camp.

Well, this is a change.

Okay, then.

Let's get a move on.

I tracked down Paul Mulligan, the bassist of the Dean Wanamaker Trio.

Okay, and?

And the last time they spoke was when Dean vanished from the music scene ten

years ago.

Maybe the miracle element of my story is finding a way of reuniting the trio.

Or finding out why they split in the first place. The good news is, Paul was

really eager to talk to us. What do you mean, us?

You, me, and your camera, remember?

Yeah.

What caused Dean to suddenly drop out of the jazz scene?

Well, in the 70s and 80s, we had engagements all over the world.

And the pressures of life on the road put a strain on his marriage and

ultimately his divorce when his daughter was just a young teen.

He has a daughter?

Yes, Sissy.

He loved that little girl more than the world. After his divorce, their time

together became...

less and less and despite the fact that we were touring constantly he always

tried to maintain his presence in her life by the time she graduated high

school says he stopped returning his calls and his texts i think something

inside him just died he lost the desire to perform and uh we tried reaching out

to him paul i'm so sorry thanks i'm just glad that he's found a way to start

performing again Aside from the love for his daughter, music was his life.

Emma, you're a journalist.

It's not your job to decide the outcome.

It's not about the story anymore, Marcus. Some things are more important.

I think I need to find a way to help him.

Listen, your heart's in the right place, okay? But don't you think it's a little

dangerous for you to be getting emotionally involved?

I think it's a little late.

I knew you were going to say that.

Go here Quite the change right Tyler

Tyler made a friend today and you must be Tyler's dad.

Oh No, this is Marcus from I'm a friend of the family Hey

mom, this is my friend Jacob and this

is our friend Marcus he works with my mom Nice to meet you, Jacob. Nice to

meet you.

Looks like someone's turned things around.

Do you think maybe Tyler can come over to my house for dinner tonight?

I think that is a wonderful idea.

Ah, there he is.

This is your shot.

Wish me luck.

You don't need it. You got this.

Santa Dean?

Oh, hey. How are you? Hi.

I was hoping we might have a word.

Where's your son?

He's on a play date.

Okay.

Dean, I have a confession to make.

Okay.

I'm not just a fan.

I'm an aspiring journalist for the Daily Lifestyle magazine.

I know who you are and what drove you away from the music scene.

I can't imagine being separated from my child for as long as you have.

How do you know this?

I spoke to Paul.

He's worried about you.

I think that if you let me tell your story, I might be able to help.

Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?

Like this big expose about a washed-up jazz musician in the park playing for

tips?

No, no, no, that is not what this is about. You know, I think you're a very

nice woman, and if you really want to help me...

Leave me alone.

Dean, I'm just... I'm just trying to help.

Here.

Call me if you change your mind.

Dean. Dean.

I'm so sorry to bother you again.

Emma is drawn to you, okay? And it is for a reason.

She set out to write a story about a real-life Christmas miracle.

Uh-huh.

You are that miracle.

Me? Yeah.

Now, she has had to overcome a few hurdles to get to this point, and if I

could help her, I would.

But that's up to you.

Why don't you give her a fancy byline?

Dean, can't you see it's not about a byline for Emma?

It's about...

Bringing the family together and making them whole again for Christmas.

That's what it's about for her.

Maybe you were right.

Maybe I shouldn't have gotten involved.

Come on. Don't start second-guessing yourself now.

Listen. Okay, Santa Dean may have given up all hope on reuniting with his

daughter, but your article may inspire him.

You're right.

And the fact is, Santa Dean is only half the story. Right.

Here you go.

Valerie!

Back from assignment?

Yes. I need you to schedule a photo shoot for the couple we're featuring on

the cover story.

Right away.

And given the tight deadline, it'll be a working weekend for you both.

Miss Hennessy needs to approve the layout for the Christmas issue Monday

morning.

And Marcus, I need you to bring your A-game.

It's all I've been bringing these days, Valerie.

Thank you.

Looks like this weekend I'll be writing for my life.

Yeah.

Oh, um, what are you doing after work?

Nothing, why?

Tyler got invited by one of his new friends to go out caroling later, and

I'm sure he would love it if you came.

Of course. I mean, you don't have to.

I know you're not the ho-ho-ho type of guy. Yeah, but I'm not a no-no-no type

of guy either.

So, I'd love to.

Great.

It's a date. I mean, no, not a date.

You know.

Yeah, I... Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What?

I didn't say a word.

I know.

Emma, after the staff meeting, I need graphics in my office to go overlay out.

Will do.

Okay.

Joy to the world, the Lord has come.

Let earth receive her King.

So, you're the Marcus from the office that Emma keeps talking about.

Yeah. Thanks for taking her under your wing.

I don't know about that, but...

This move hasn't been easy for her. I can tell you've been sort of a life raft

for the both of them.

Hey, Marcus, come sing with us. You guys are doing fine without me.

Oh, come on.

Don't be shy. It's just one song.

Okay.

All right. So, what do you say we sing Up on the Rooftop? Okay.

Up on the rooftop, reindeer party.

Out jumps good old Santa Claus Down through the chimney with lots of toys

All for the little one's Christmas joys Ho, ho!

Sissy, I know I'm stepping beyond the boundaries of being a journalist, but I

was really moved by your father's story.

Well, I'm afraid you're wasting your time. I have nothing to say to him.

Okay, how about listening to what he has to say to you?

I'm tired of his apologies.

Growing up, he wasn't exactly parent of the year. Who is?

As much as I would love to win that title as a single mom, I can't help but

think I am always coming up short. Trust me.

Even when we're trying our best, we make mistakes.

I think it's those mistakes that help make us better parents.

Come on, sissy. I have to imagine there had to have been some good memories

growing up with your dad.

Christmas time, summer vacation.

I remember once he spent the whole weekend teaching me to play my first

song on the violin.

Silent Night.

I think it was because I was about to give up the instrument and he wasn't

going to let the daughter of a jazz great admit failure.

i think it was much more than that don't you i think he saw a chance to share

with you his passion for music clearly something must have rubbed off

i'm sorry i have to get ready for tonight's performance

So I guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.

I can tell there's a lot of hurt there, but at this point, she is refusing to

budge. Then that's a shame, because guess who I caught coming to see her

play tonight?

Her number one fan.

I bet he makes a pilgrimage just to hear her play.

Okay, let's get one more of Carol holding up the book. Okay.

That's great.

And Marcus, I want a series of close-ups on the book so I can see the inscription

by Dickens. Of course.

You must be very excited about what your story could do to put a spotlight on

literacy programs.

Oh, yes. Yeah, my wife and I are hoping it'll turn out to be a real win-win.

Win-win?

Well, yeah, Carol's an aspiring novelist, so...

I can only imagine what a cover story's gonna do to help launch a career.

Who knew this would turn out to be the best thing that's ever happened to us?

Wow, Valerie's in a really good mood today.

She actually complimented me on my work again.

Weren't you the one to tell me not to let what Valerie says go to my head? Oh,

you're right. I'm only as good as my last shot.

What did you think about them, by the way?

The Millers?

They seem nice enough.

I guess.

There's something about them that seems a bit off.

Do I protect a note of jealousy?

More like a symphony.

I just wish Santa Dean was as much as an open book as the Millers.

Yeah, but I mean, hey, at least you have a story to tell, right?

Yeah, but my idea was to find a real-life Christmas miracle. I didn't

think my job would be to conjure one up.

What? Nothing.

You're just always so optimistic. It seems like nothing ever gets you down. I

might seem that way, but trust me, I have my moments.

And this is not one of them. What is it?

I asked Santa Dean to call me if he changed his mind.

He's in. What?

We're in!

Here we go!

For the first time in longer than I care to recall, you looked like you were

actually having fun.

Emma Sanderson, are you blushing?

Don't be silly.

Marcus and I are just friends.

That's it.

That's it because you won't let yourself be opened more?

Emma. I know you have a lot on your shoulders between work and raising

Tyler. But somewhere along the line, you deserve to make time to find

your happy.

I'm curious, what made you decide to talk to me?

Well, watching you with your son, actually. There's nothing quite like

that bond.

I remember the moment Sissy was born, they put her in my arms, and I looked

down in her eyes, and I promised myself that I would be the best father in the

world. I think we all make that promise when we become parents for the first

time. Easy to say.

So many things I wish I would do differently.

You know, and then Sissy, she stopped.

All communication with me was like... Like I lost a limb or something.

That's why you stopped performing?

Hard to play the piano with one hand.

When was the last time you had contact with your daughter?

Oh, her high school graduation. I was supposed to make a speech, but the plane

was delayed in London, so I missed the whole ceremony.

And we...

said things to each other we probably shouldn't have said but then

somehow days turned into months, months turned into years

and you know unfortunately I'm not a very good communicator. Well that's

because you talk to your music.

Well that's the way it's always been I suppose.

That's it.

Why don't you perform a Christmas Eve concert in the park with the trio?

Dedicate it to Sissy and see if she comes.

I don't know.

You know, nah, she's a pretty stubborn girl.

Like her dad.

But hey, you finally opened up to us.

Dean, I know this is hard for you.

But you need to take a leap of faith.

This isn't about my story. This is about bringing you and your daughter together

again. You can't win if you don't try.

What are you doing in the office on a Sunday afternoon?

Oh, man, I know, right?

Valerie got you working overtime as well.

No, no, no, I finished the layout for the Christmas Carol couple. I'm working

on the proofs for Emma's story.

Oh, right. Yep, yep, yep. Your second job.

I forgot.

Come on, man.

She really managed to press the reset button, hasn't she?

Who, Valerie? I know. Emma.

Your whole attitude shifted almost the moment you two started working together.

Oh, I wouldn't go that far.

I mean, yes, her enthusiasm is a little infectious.

It's more than that.

She ignited a spark inside you.

It's almost like you started caring again.

Really? Mm-hmm.

Guess I never really realized I stopped.

Where's Tyler tonight?

Aunt Nancy has been begging me to let him go over to her place for a

sleepover. Ah, okay, nice.

I mean, that we get to spend this time together.

Yes.

My alone time has been in short supply these days.

Well, you must be really happy.

Finally finishing the art of climbing.

I think so.

But...

You should be the judge of that.

Wow, Emma.

I mean, I don't know what to say.

I did not know you had this in you.

I mean, the writing is so poetic.

Everything is in there.

Christmas, family, forgiveness. It has it all.

Thanks, Marcus. But the truth is, I wouldn't have gotten here if it weren't

for you. Come on. Come on.

You're giving me way too much credit.

No. You pushed me when I really needed to be pushed.

And I can say the same for you.

I think Santa D would be very proud.

I just hope my words convince Sissy to give her dad a second chance.

I mean, not just Sissy. Emma.

I wouldn't be surprised if this inspires everyone to do the same thing.

When do you plan on giving it to Valerie?

First thing in the morning before she makes her final presentation to Miss

Hennessy. Good.

Are you worried? I mean, I wouldn't be worried.

It's not that. It's just something's been gnawing at me ever since the photo

shoot with the Millers.

Gnawing like how?

Carol's husband was...

really eager to talk to me about how much the story would launch his wife's

writing career, rather than save the city's literacy program.

So, I mean, that is a big aspect of her story.

I went online tonight to see how much the first signed edition of A Christmas

Carol goes for.

Okay. It's less expensive than you think.

A few thousand dollars would be a small investment against a potential book

option. Think that's a big leap to make, don't you think?

Maybe.

My instinct is just telling me there's something off.

Maybe this whole thing is a hoax.

I... Valerie is a seasoned journalist.

I am sure she had her sources check out their story.

Details like this are hard to prove, which is why I'm gonna share my

suspicions with her in the morning. No, well, I wouldn't. I wouldn't do that if

I were you, Emma.

I mean, that could backfire on your own story.

Well, I'll just have to take that chance.

This could end her career.

So? She took your idea, remember?

Emma, it's not your job to save the world. Come on.

I'm not trying to save the world, Marcus.

I'm trying to do the right thing.

Emma.

Well, this is a first, Emma.

I've never had my journalistic integrity questioned by anyone, let alone my own

assistant. I'm not questioning your integrity, Valerie. I'm just concerned

that the Millers may have played you from the start.

And you're telling me this minutes before my meeting with Miss Hennessy?

I only went online last night to discover how easy it is to pick up a

signed edition of A Christmas Carol in the city.

All it would take is a couple of phone calls to rule out the possibility.

Well, I've already had my fact checkers go over the story, so I'm afraid this

ship has sailed.

She's right, Valerie.

The story is a hoax.

I spent the entire night searching the Internet, and I found the exact same

signed copy of A Christmas Carol that was purchased at a downtown gallery a

week and a half ago.

This must be a mistake.

There is no mistake.

It's the same signature on the book that I photographed with the Millers.

Well, I guess I have the both of you to thank for delivering this unsettling

news. Nope.

Actually, it's Emma you have to thank.

I was a little slow on the draw.

It's a mistake that I'll never make again.

Well, that's all fine and grand.

But this revelation has left a gaping hole in my morning presentation for Miss

Hennessy.

Not necessarily.

I don't know what to say, Valerie.

You've exceeded my expectations.

Actually, it's my staff that did that.

And our cover story, written by Emma Sanderson.

Layout by Marcus Welsh.

This story has all the warmth and the heart that our readers look forward to

in a holiday issue.

But it's not really a completed real-life Christmas miracle, is it?

Not yet, but with any luck it will be when Sissy shows up at Santa Dean's

Christmas concert.

Well, that's your first assignment.

You are going to have a very bountiful career with us here at Daily Lifestyle

Magazine. Really?

Thanks, Miss Hennessy.

Welcome.

Marcus, I am so inspired by your work. It's so poignant. It's beautiful.

Thank you.

The two of you make the most incredible team.

I think so.

Congratulations. And everyone, thank you. Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

I don't know how to thank you both.

Obviously, there's no excuse for my behavior.

With Miss Hennessy's faith on the wing with this year's Christmas issue, I...

honestly regret what I did.

And Marcus, I know I've been hard on you.

There's no excuse for my being ill-tempered and critical.

I only push you because I know what you're capable of.

And as for you, Emma, I should have been upfront and honest with you from the

start.

I hope you can accept my apology.

Of course.

After what I did, I'm not sure I would have come to my rescue.

Maybe not right away, but deep down I know you'd do the right thing.

I really would like to believe that. Thank you.

Merry Christmas, you two.

Merry Christmas.

So,

what made you decide to come running to my rescue?

Well, I promised you that I would trust your gut.

I just wish you would have given me a little more time before you stormed off.

My story might have had a different ending if you didn't come around.

So thank you, Marcus.

Emma.

I... Congratulations.

I'm so happy for you.

Thank you.

Merry Christmas Eve!

Merry Christmas Eve to you, too.

So, I got you and your mom a little something. You want to open it?

It's Pinterest, Mom!

Marcus!

I don't know what to say.

Oh, it's just something for you both to remember your first Christmas in the

city. Thank you.

I can't tell you how much this means to me. You're welcome.

All right, so I guess we better head off to Santa Dean's Christmas concert, huh?

Here, I'll get it.

Hi.

I have a special delivery for a Tyler Sanderson.

Just me?

Thanks.

Merry Christmas.

This isn't for me, baby.

Dear Tyler, thanks for coming out to hear me play. If you ever need a

teacher, you know where to find me.

Merry Christmas, Santa Dean.

You kept your promise!

I did?

I've got to tell you, Dean, yesterday's rehearsal was just like the old days.

Well, I'm sorry I shut you guys out all those years ago.

But you know me, words are not my strong suit.

Under the bridge, old friend, under the bridge.

Hey, Dean, any word from Sissy?

No, not yet.

Well, it's Christmas Eve, right?

Anything's possible.

Anything is possible.

And I'm hoping for a Christmas miracle.

I hope you're as proud of yourself as I am for you.

Thanks, Nancy.

I would just feel a little bit better if Sissy showed up.

The issue hit stands about a week ago.

Tyler and Marcus seem to be getting along nicely.

I'm starting to realize just how much he misses the male presence in his life.

Maybe not so much anymore.

Any sign of Sissy?

I just have to believe that...

Love will always triumph.

Hello, hello. Thank you for coming out on this chilly, chilly Christmas Eve to

welcome back our little trio.

You know, this marks the first performance for the Dean Wanamaker trio

in over a dozen years.

Thank you very much.

Thank you, thank you. We're going to dedicate tonight's performance to my

daughter, Sissy Wanamaker.

You know...

Christmas is a time for hope, letting go of the past, living in the moment, and a

hope for a brighter future.

I've been living a life with a heart filled with regrets.

I let hope die until I met someone who opened my eyes

and she showed me that it's at those times that you need hope.

Most of all.

So, sissy, wherever you are, daddy loves you.

Now and forever.

Okay, you want to hear some music?

Yeah? Okay.

Are you an angel?

Merry Christmas, Daddy.

Come here with me.

You gonna play with me?

Silent night.

Holy night.

All is calm.

All is bright.

You did a very good thing here.

No.

We did.

Yeah.

Emma, spending this time with you lately has really opened my eyes in a way I

never could have imagined.

How so?

Well, you got me believing in love again.

Or at least starting to.

That's something I never thought possible.

You are a work in progress, remember?

Yes, yes.

But this work in progress is falling for you.

And I hope that you might just feel the same way as well.

Well,

trust your gut.

I'll never lead you astray.

the savior is born christ

the savior is

Yeah,

I think I did