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NETFLIX AND DINGIE PRESENT

I'm not very good at this,
but I really want to thank you all.

My own cookie shop.
It's a dream come true.

To all of you, and to the cookie shop.

And to my dear daughter-in-law,
the best cookie baker in the land.

But yours are also quite good,
Miss Jantien.

And to my daughter,
and to this new… well, daring plan.

-And to the best mom in the world.
-Aw, sweetheart.

And to the most
wonderful time of the year.

Cheers.

-Oh, look at that.
-Thank you.

These are the best cookies I've ever
eaten. Even better than last year's.

Yes, these are much better
than Miss Jantien's cookies.

She's behind me, right?

Oh, you. Oh no.

Are you ready?

We have exactly one week
to prepare all the presents

and deliver them worldwide.

-Piece of cake, right?
-Okay.

Hey. Everything alright?

Are you waiting for someone?

My daddy is coming to get me.

-I'm Jules.
-I'm Marie.

Hello, Marie.

Here. To help you pass the time.

I'm going back inside, to help out.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Ah Jules, there you are.
Do you know where your mom is?

I can't find her.

Mom?

I wish he were here now,
so we could share this with him.

I miss him a lot too.

Do you ever regret it?

That you met Dad?

Maybe if you had never met him,
you wouldn't feel so sad now.

Jules, don't think like that.
Of course I don't regret it.

All those wonderful times
we had together. And you two.

I wouldn't want
to miss that for the world.

Sometimes things happen
that you can't fix.

But that doesn't mean
that you shouldn't try.

Because if you don't,
you'll never achieve anything.

But if you try,
the most wonderful things can happen.

Like your dad and you two.

Or my own cookie shop.

Jules, promise me
that you will always at least try.

Everything alright?

-Yes, it's nothing.
-Are you sure?

I'll help you clean up in the morning,
but I have to take Fred to work first.

Yes. Where is he? I thought you would
finally introduce him to everyone tonight.

-And hijack your party? No way.
-You are such a sweetheart.

Did you see that?

Yes, we ran out of cookies.

Men. Not a romantic bone in
their bodies. I guess I'll have to do it.

Where is the champagne?

Hello. Earth to Ella?

"For Santa."

Dear Santa.

My name is Marie.
My parents are divorced.

They don't want see each other anymore,
not even during the transfer.

That's what they call it when I go
from Mom to Dad and back.

Are you warm enough?

-Can't I just wait inside?
-We've talked about this, sweetie.

See you next week, alright?

Hey, and then you and I will celebrate
Christmas together, okay?

Bye, sweetie.

Sometimes I feel like a present
that is passed around.

My little angel. Come on, hop in.

The three of us used to live
in the shopping center. Daddy runs it.

We lived on the top floor. We still do.

Only without Mom.

Fortunately,
Mom still has her bookshop here.

So in a small way she is still here.

Even though she lives
on the other side of town at night.

Sweetie, are you coming?

I wish my parents
would get back together.

Can you take care of that, dear Santa?

Here, take these.

-No, I want to order a thousand.
-Thanks for coming.

-Hey, Jules. See you tomorrow, alright?
-Tomorrow?

Jules promised to help me
clean up tomorrow.

Old toys that need to go to the waste
collection point, and a few other places.

Okay, what are you up to this time?

Up to, us? Nothing.
Hey, see you tomorrow.

-Hi, Grandpa. I have--
-Jules… Save it for later, son.

They are waiting for us.

At last, the best celebration of the year.

Love, love, love, love.
That's what it's all about at Christmas.

Love for your brothers and sisters,
love for your family,

love for your friends and acquaintances.

And then celebrate Christmas together.

-Nothing can top that.
-Yes, and that's why I--

Jules. Jules, my boy.

You can't imagine how happy I am

that the two of us can finally
start this journey together.

Come on, let's go to the North Pole.

I can't wait.

Everyone will be able
to hear my voice again.

-Finished, Holger?
-Finished?

Do you know how much work it is
to register 500 new workers?

Wage slips,
worker's insurance, pension plan--

Holger!

-Finished?
-Yes. Of course I'm finished.

Welcome back, Mr. Claus. And Jules.

-He is also Mr. Claus now.
-What?

Finished?

-Finished.
-What is finished?

Oh, He's here. He's here, he's here.

From now on the two of us are Santa.

Your father would be proud of you, son.

You are ready for this. Trust me.

Am I Santa?

Holger. Let's get to work.

What do I have to do?

Oh, right. A tractor for Leon.

A pirate's costume for Jeanne.

A trampoline park for Victor.

A tractor for Leon.

Rack four, aisle two.

Great, isn't it?

It's my latest composition.

An airplane for Henri.

A pool with a sauna for Rachel.

And for little Rachel:
A pool with a sauna.

A pool with a sauna?
The girl sure knows what she wants.

Enough.

Time for the first round.

And Jules insisted on going to Grandpa.
No idea what those two are up to.

I'm not sure I want to know.

Oh Mom, I'm so happy
you could be with us yesterday.

My daughter opens her own business.
I wouldn't want to miss that.

-But, Suus, are you sure it will work out?
-Mom.

I'm sorry, but I am a little worried.

Your own shop is a big deal.
And two children, all by yourself.

We will succeed.

Okay.

-Shall we go, Santa?
-You bet, Santa.

All that dust in here.
I'm filing a complaint.

Let's get to work. Here you go, Jules.

Wait.

That's Andrei.

Every year he tries to catch me
with his alarm system.

See that?

But I outsmart him every time. Be careful.

-Ready?
-Yes.

Wait.

Dear Andrey, better luck next year.
Santa Claus.

-Wow.
-Beautiful, isn't it?

Stunning.

But… why is there no Christmas tree?

Oh Jules,
we Santas are here for all children.

Christmas tree or no Christmas tree,
they still get presents.

Yes!

Right. Eh, they did it.
Without extra paperwork.

Now I have more paperwork.

That went smoothly.

If we keep this up, everyone will
get their present a week early.

-I still have a letter.
-One of yours?

No, it's from Marie. She wants us
to get her parents back together.

Sorry.

What's the matter?

-We don't do that, son.
-What do you mean, we don't do that?

Exactly that.

Sometimes when something is broken

it cannot be fixed.

But you always say the opposite:

That anything that's broken
can be put back together.

-Not this, Jules.
-Why not?

Santa can't do everything, son.

-Yes, but--
-Enough!

It's not going to happen and that's final!

What's the matter with Grandpa?

Don't worry, he'll cool off soon enough.

Get it? Cool off?

North Pole?

Forget it. No sense of humor.

-That's nice, isn't it?
-Yes, very.

-Hello.
-Hi. Come here.

Ready to get started?

I don't know.
What if nobody wants my cookies?

Well, it is a possibility.

Hey, you bake the best cookies in the
world. Of course people will want them.

That's sweet.

I know, I know, I know.
I never should have shouted at the boy.

He doesn't know…
He doesn't understand why I did that.

Then why don't you tell him?

Impossible.

That is not an option, Assa.
Jules must never find out. Never.

Jules! Jules! Listen!

We know what Mr. Claus does
with letters like that.

-But don't ever let on that we told you.
-Never.

-If he ever finds out…
-He'll turn us into Christmas ornaments.

Yes, or he'll send us to the South Pole
like a present with a big red bow.

Oh no.

Oh no. Only penguins live there.

-They won't be able to open the present.
-No.

Oh no, and I'll be stuck there forever.

Nobody will ever hear my voice again.

Okay, Jules, go, go, go.

-The box on the desk holds the key to--
-What?

Hereby I give my word of honor
and declare that taking this key

is at your own risk,

that the firm Claus & Co
is not responsible

for any accidents that may occur and
that any repercussions or dismissal…

…will not be contested. Period.

-Yes, that's fine.
-Then sign.

And her.

-There is a lock there somewhere.
-Yes.

I'm covered.

-Look.
-Wow.

What is this?

Go on in.

Jules, at the end of the corridor

go down the spiral staircase,
third cabinet to the left.

Where is everybody?

Holger, where is everybody?

In the Hall of Gifts, where else?

He'll be searching for a long time.

These are all the letters
Mr. Claus never answered.

"Dear Santa.

My daddies had a fight and don't
want to see each other anymore.

Could you get them to make up?

That would be
the best Christmas present ever.

Dear Santa,
my mom is in love with another man.

Could you make her fall in love again
with my dad?

Why doesn't Grandpa
answer these letters?

We don't know.

He always says that Christmas
is about love and being together,

but he doesn't believe that anymore.

What do you think you're doing?

How dare you, Jules.
Going around touching Mr. Claus's things?

And you two? Disgraceful.

How dare you show Jules that room?

But why doesn't Grandpa deal with
those letters? Isn't it his job as Santa?

Technically speaking
you are Santa now, Jules.

Right, then I'll do it. I'll patch things
up between Marie's parents.

Last time I checked the statutes we were
a Christmas present service, Jules.

Not a marriage counseling service.

It can't be all that difficult
to reunite families.

-It's not as easy as you think, lad.
-Yes, it is.

I am also Santa now,
so I can decide how I do it.

Jules…

My job as Santa
is to do what people ask of me.

There's a big difference
between delivering presents

and reuniting families.

But that's what Christmas is all about,
about friends and family.

Isn't that a lot more important
than delivering presents? I have to try.

Jules, why is that so important to you?

Because Grandpa always says
that Christmas is about love

and I want him to believe that again.

And…

…because…

…my family can never be reunited again.

But maybe someone else's family can.

Well, perhaps we can
amend the statutes. Just this once.

After all, he is also Santa now.

I mean, in fact we have to follow
his orders too from now on.

Okay.

We'll help you tomorrow. First we must
come up with a plan. Oh, my heart.

Here you are.

Jules, my boy, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have shouted at you.

I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have insisted.

I'm glad you understand.

After all, Santas only have one job:
deliver presents.

-Hey, Mom.
-Hey.

-Has the shop been busy?
-Only five customers.

Five? That's not bad.
You only just started.

Well, I expected more.

Maybe I should have stayed
at my job in the cookie factory.

You've always dreamed
about a cookie shop.

A wise person once told me: If you
don't try, you won't achieve anything.

-But if you do try…
-Well, I hope so.

-Hey, Jules.
-Hey.

-Did you mother say it was okay?
-Yes.

She's happy
I'm taking such good care of you.

Then the two of us have all day

to work on the presents.

What happened here?
-Sorry, Mr. Claus.

I wanted to air the room,
so I opened the front door.

What a brilliant idea, Ikka.

-Ah, she meant well.
-How sweet of you, Holger.

Nothing sweet about it. Workers are
entitled to one hour of fresh air.

Come on, Jules, we have to tidy up.

Thanks a lot.

Jules, now. Hurry.

Come on, son, we need to hurry.
We still have to do America.

Eh, right.
Shall we do we it like last year?

You read the letters
and I collect the presents?

Reading letters is just sitting around.

That sounds familiar.
I was like that too when I was young.

Alright, son, you go down below.

-Yes, okay.
-I guess I'll read the letters.

-Thank you, Assa.
-I'll pick you up at three, okay?

Isn't it better if I keep the globe?

No, because if Mr. Claus needs it
and can't find it, our goose is cooked.

Ikka and Gunna are going to help me put
it back without Mr. Claus noticing it.

-Don't worry, Assa, you won't be sorry.
-I sure hope so.

-See you later.
-Later…

Ikka.

Ikka. Gunna. Come on.

Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

I know that everything has changed.

But I'll make sure that this will be
the best Christmas ever. Okay?

What do you want for Christmas?

You can pick out whatever you want.

I want Mom to come back.

Marie…

…that's not going to happen.

-Why not?
-Because…

…Mom and Dad are…

We are over.

Sometimes things happen
that are nobody's fault.

Mom and Dad used to be…

… just like pepper and salt.

Or oil and vinegar.

Strawberries and whipped cream.

We complemented each other perfectly.

And now? Now…

Now we're more like fire and water.

Does that make any sense?

Mr. Jacobs? Do you have a moment?

Caro, are you serious?

I asked you to clear my calendar.
I'm here with my daughter.

But it concerns the bookshop.

Sweetheart,
Daddy will be right back, okay?

Okay.

Tine and I have decided that
it would be better if she closed the shop.

We're holding a Christmas fair here for
a few days to benefit Marie's school.

Tine is working in one of the stalls
today, and tomorrow it's my turn.

She promised to close her shop
right after her shift. Alright?

-Alright.
-Okay.

Marie?

-What are you doing here?
-Helping you, of course.

And do some shopping.

You shouldn't be here.
What if somebody sees you?

-Everything okay?
-Yes, sure.

What's in your backpack?

-Nothing. I swear, nothing at all.
-Nothing?

Come on, hand it over. And if you've
stolen anything, you're in big trouble.

Alright.

Marie?

Okay, get back in here and make sure
nobody sees you. I'll be right back.

Giddy-up.

Marie, wait.

Marie.

-Is he gone?
-Yes, I think so.

-Oh yes. Yippee, let's shop.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait a second. I can't believe
what I'm about to say, but:

In no way… can anyone… notice us.

-Yes, you're right.
-But how do we do that?

CUSTOMER RELATIONS
FOR DUMMIES

-How is Noor?
-She's fine.

She's writing a letter to Santa.

How are things here?

I knew it. This is not a good plan.

Really? Then why are you still here?

If all you can do
is criticize me, just go.

-Come on, Suus. I only want to help.
-I don't call that help.

People buy their cookies and
their other stuff at the shopping center.

It's much easier
than coming all the way to my shop.

Then let's make sure
they want to buy them here.

Marie?

Marie?

-Marie.
-Go away.

Cool place.
I'd love to have a place like this.

To get away
from my annoying little sister.

Do you come here often?

Since my Mom and Dad got divorced.

I can see the roof
of my Mom's place from here.

She leaves a light on in the attic,
so we can be together a little bit.

Would you like your parents
to get back together?

That's not going to happen.

They never want
to see each other again.

What if we make sure
they have to see each other?

If that lasts long enough,

they might remember
why they used to like each other.

We have to come up with something
that will bring them together.

Imre wants a board game.

Ah, Assa.
How are things down below?

Very good, good, good.
Perfectly on schedule.

Jules has mastered
collecting the presents.

Excellent.

-Hey, where is the shaker globe?
-Below.

I can't find Ikka and Gunna,
and I can lift it by myself.

Beautiful.

Come on, Gunna.

Hello, tiger.

-Hi.
-Hey, Ikka, I'm always Barbie.

-No, you're not.
-Hi. Do you like my outfit?

It's the same as mine.

Bye!

Look, that's our first grade teacher
Miss Ellie.

Fabulously sticky cotton candy.
To help the school.

And that's Miss Mireille from third grade.
She's the one we need.

Okay. You know what you have to do?

Perfect.

-Ah, Noah and Charlotte.
-Hello.

You are in the waffle stall at 3 p.m.
Okay? It's on the second floor. Alright?

-Hi, Miss Mireille.
-Hey, Marie. Are you here to support us?

Yes, and say hello to Mom.

Can I see your schedule?
I forgot when she's coming.

Yes, of course. Have a look.

-Did you see the Christmas tree?
-Yes, beautiful, isn't it?

-Which bauble do you like best?
-Which one do I like best?

Ehm… that one. There.

-Here you are.
-Thank you.

This afternoon we are going to hand out
flyers at the shopping center.

-And?
-Hand out cookies. Yes.

Hey, that's a terrific idea.

-Wait, I can't leave. The shop is open.
-Come on, Suus. I'll keep it open.

Right. Yes, I'm sorry, dear.

You were right just now. I'm not helping
you by nagging about things.

But how hard can it be?

No, it's not that hard.

-Alright, let's go and hand out flyers.
-Hand out flyers? Where?

At the shopping center.

To show everyone
that they must come to Mom's shop.

I think it's a fantastic idea. I'll go and
get ready, and rustle up some people.

And I know exactly who.

Thank you.

-Ah, Mrs. de Jonghe.
-Right on time.

Your ex-husband changed his slot.
He has the same shift as you.

When did that happen?

It's nice that you still
do things together for your daughter.

-Well done.
-Yes.

-Mr. Jacobs, yoo-hoo.
-Ah, Mrs. de Jonghe. I'm glad to see you.

Have you seen my daughter?
I can't find her anywhere.

Excuse me? She's with you two days
and you've lost her?

-I didn't lose her.
-No?

"I can't find her."
What do you call that?

Marie is okay. I saw her
a moment ago at one of the stalls.

Mr. Jacobs, I'm so glad you changed
your slot. It's going to be quite busy.

Excuse me, changed my slot?
I didn't do that.

No? You are listed here for the next shift

at the cotton candy stall
with Tine and Elly.

-Yes, but--
-You're called Steven, right?

-That's not my handwriting.
-Yes, but that's what it says.

Yes.

Luc wants a basketball.

Check.

It is almost…

It's almost three o'clock.

The next list is finished.
I'll take it down below.

I'll go with you,
to see how Jules is doing.

I was rather abrupt with him.
And he's only doing the best he can.

-Yes, his very best.
-What did you say, Holger?

Nothing.
That it's best to let him keep working.

-They are already four bags behind.
-Why is that?

Because, eh…

…Holger can't type fast enough.

Holger… Alright, I won't bother them.

"Holger can't type fast enough."
I'm the only typist here.

You are the crazy type, but I type.

Oh, okay. I'm sure I'll be alright.

I like this vintage rage,
but it's not user-friendly.

Mom, this cash register is not vintage,
it's just old.

Well, old. You mean, medieval.

It's not as old as you.
What does that make you, a dinosaur?

Well.

Hello.

Is that what you're wearing
to the shopping center?

Is that your outfit?

Yes, of course. I'm going to sell cookies.

-Okay, Jet, what are you up to?
-Nothing?

I came to get cookies to sell.

That new scarf you have? Wear it.
And that perfume you have…

the nice flowery one that smells so good.
Put some on.

Elly?

Would you mind asking Tine
to pass me the cotton candy sticks?

Tine, please pass the cotton candy sticks.

There you are.

-There you are.
-Thank you, Elly.

Elly, would you also ask Tine
if she would add more food coloring?

Tine, would you add more food coloring?

More food coloring. There.

-And, Elly, would you please ask Tine--
-Lady and gentleman.

That game ends now.

What will your daughter think?

It's cotton candy, it's sticky.

It's gooey and it's sweet.

Pink and romantic.
Like pepper and salt, oil and vinegar,

strawberries and whipped cream
meant to enjoy together.

Is this the right color?

Yes, it's perfect.

-Yes, they're laughing.
-I knew it.

Merry Christmas.

Ikka? Gunna?

-I have to go.
-But our shift isn't over yet.

-Yes, but this is important.
-It's always important.

See, Elly? That's what I mean.

-Tine, what is your problem?
-My problem? We're supposed to--

-All I said was, I have to work.
-You're always working.

-Because it's important.
-It's always important.

-Sweeties…
-Don't bother, Elly.

We simply don't understand each other
anymore. We haven't for a long time.

Elly, it was nice meeting you.

A rat. Over there.

-Right. Now what?
-I don't know.

Come, let's go.

-Ikka, how do we get out of here?
-How do I know?

Hold on tight.

Hit the brake, hit the brake.

I knew it, I knew it, I knew it.

If we sit here, we'll be alright.

Oh, my…

That was a close call, ladies.

Reading all these letters
made me thirsty.

What is my teapot doing there?

Hey, where is my shaker globe?

Come on, Jules. Please hurry.

Assa?

We are too late.

Assa, what is going on here?

What is my shaker globe doing here?
And where is Jules?

Assa!

Oh, if Mr. Claus finds out
that we are not in the Hall of Gifts--

-He'll banish us to the South Pole.
-Yes.

Does it hurt if a polar bear eats you?

-They don't live on the South Pole.
-Well, lucky for us.

-Like us, they live on the North Pole.
-No.

-Yes.
-What are you two talking about?

-Mr. Claus is going to kill us.
-No.

When he sees that we've reunited
Marie's parents, he'll be proud of us.

-You think so?
-I'm sure of it.

Okay, but now what?

Back to the shopping center. We can't
go to the North Pole or to my house.

Mom thinks I'm with Grandpa.

-Mr. Claus is really going to kill us.
-Yes.

-No, it's Grandpa we're talking about.
-That's why.

Marie.

I want rattraps everywhere.

-Come with me. Now.
-Why? No, why?

Let me go.
I must go back, Marie needs me.

Marie doesn't need you, I need you.

Christmas is your job too now,
your responsibility.

Is it? If you're such a great Santa,
why don't you take your responsibility?

-But I do.
-You don't, or you'd answer those letters.

-What letters?
-The letters in your secret room.

They are about love and friendship.
Isn't that what it's all about?

Jules…

Sometimes things happen in life that are
irreversible, that you cannot change.

Not even Santa.

Santa can do anything,
as long as he tries. And I'll prove it.

Look who is here. What a coincidence.

What do you mean?
You asked me to come.

No, not today. But since you are here,
we are handing out flyers for Suzanne.

-Will you help us?
-Yes, of course.

Okay.
Noor, Ella and I we will take that side.

Why don't you two stay here. Okay?

Jet, are you sure this is alright?
I mean, we are the competition.

It won't be a problem.

-Where are you going?
-To Marie. I have to…

All you have to do now
is fill the bags with presents,

while I read the letters to Holger
who then gives you the orders.

That is our assignment now, Jules.

Mr. Claus won't let him out of his sight.

If he keeps that up,
Jules will start hating Christmas again.

We can't allow that to happen.

No, we have to come up with something
so that Jules can get away

-without Mr. Claus noticing.
-Okay.

No… Yes!

I may have an idea.

For the best cookies in the world?
Miss Cookie.

Here you go.
For the best cookies in the world.

Here you are.

It's going well, isn't it?

Yes, how exciting.

-Do you want a cookie?
-And a flyer?

Do they really think we can't see them?

But why are they watching us?

You don't think that…

Is that why I had to rush
to the shopping center?

That's why I had to wear the scarf
and use my "flowery" perfume.

Shall I call for reinforcements?

Okay.

Here you go.
The best cookies in the world.

Here, the best cookies in the world.
Would you like a flyer?

Thank you.

For the best cookies.

A doll for Emelien,

rack seven, aisle ten.

-I never thought I'd miss Gunna.
-Where is Gunna?

She went to the restroom.
I'm covering for her.

Okay, Jules: aisle ten, rack seven.

But a doll for Emelien.

-We didn't get that request.
-Actually, we did.

Emelien…

A race… No, a doll. That's right.

With remote control.

-Okay. I don't remember.
-No one can.

Jules, Jules!

Don't be startled.
I have come up with a plan.

-You go.
-No, you go.

-Heads or tails?
-Okay.

If it's heads, you go.

It was really nice knowing you.

-Oh, I don't believe it.
-Ikka.

I had just finished the insurance papers.

-Ikka?
-Go, go, go.

Help. I am stuck. I can't get out. Help.

Jules…

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Jules, son.
Think about this very carefully.

Either you do your duty now…

…or never come back here.

Fine. I'll do what I have to do.

I'm going to help Marie.

Jules!

Would you like a flyer?

Here. For the best cookies in the world.

Yes, almost.

Yes.

Hey.

-I actually knew it. I knew it all along.
-Did you?

Yes, yes. It's true.

That flyer story was only
to lure you out of the closet.

Well, it worked.
Jet, this is Fred, my partner.

-Fred, this is Jet the Cupcake Queen.
-Yes.

-Pleased to meet you.
-Same here.

Marie, are you in here?

It failed.
Mom and Dad are fighting again.

Maybe they will make up again.

Mom is emptying her bookshop.

All is not lost yet, I'm sure of it.
You saw how they smiled at each other.

They still love each other,
I'm sure of it.

Then why do they keep fighting?

I don't know.

I often fight with my little sister,
but I still love her.

I promise that I will find a way
to get your parents back together.

-How dare you?
-What?

To come in here
and promote other businesses.

And worse, without permission.

Get out of here before I call the police.
And that that junk with you.

What? Junk? Junk.

-Mom?
-Jules?

Jules, I'll ask you one more time.
Why were you at the shopping center?

You were going to stay with Grandpa.

What's going on? What are you doing?

Come on, Jules, tell me.
I don't like having secrets between us.

What about you guys?
It's okay for you to have secrets.

-What do you mean?
-Grandpa.

What happened?
Why did he stop believing in love?

I'm sorry, Jules,
but it's not my place to tell you.

See? I have to tell all,
but you guys say nothing.

Forget it.

-Mr… Mr. Claus?
-Never mind, Assa.

You've done enough.

-I want you all to leave.
-What? Mr. Claus.

There's no point anymore. All is lost.

-Jules clearly doesn't want to be Santa.
-Yes, he does.

Yes, of course he does,
but in his own way.

-That's right.
-That's okay, isn't it? He's still young.

When I'm gone, it's all over.

I'm not giving written notice to 500
people, forget it. Over my dead body.

-Come, Ikka, we're leaving. Let's go.
-Calm down, Holger.

Mr. Claus…

Okay, we will help you with Marie, so
you can come back to the North Pole.

Because if you don't distribute presents
on Christmas Eve,

Mr. Claus is closing the books
and that's way too much paperwork.

-I refuse to do that.
-Right away?

No, this summer.

Really…

-Okay, everyone in position?

-Ikka?
-Check.

CONTROL ROOM

Holger, you too?

Holger, are you in position?

-Check.
-Okay.

Ma'am, hurry. Something happened to Marie.

-How do you know my Marie?
-It's not important.

-What's wrong with her?
-She's in her room. Hurry, go.

Okay, Ikka, go.

-Have they caught the rat yet?
-No.

There! There it is! Catch it!

Stop it!

Stop! Come back!

Grab that disgusting animal! Come here!

Now!

Come here!

Now.

Come on, hurry, Holger.

I can't do it. The handle is too heavy.

You must.

Yeah, alright.

Come, do it. It's now or never.

It's tough.

I did it. Are you happy now?

Emergeny line.

Hi, send someone asap.
We're stuck in the elevator

and our daughter is in trouble.

Alright ma'am, just a moment.
I'll check if our engineer…

-Hello? Can anybody hear me?
-Daddy?

Is that you?

-Jules, what have you done?
-Put them where they can't walk away.

-What?
-In the elevator?

-The engineer is on his way, ma'am.
Yes, okay.

They're coming.

I didn't know Marie would do this.

Then pay more attention to her
when she's with you.

-What is that supposed to mean?
-What do you think?

You promised.

Marie? You haven't heard the last of this,
young lady. You're grounded.

I think it failed.

Marie? Did you hear me?

You were right, Grandpa.

Sorry.

Santa can't do everything.

Didn't I tell you
not to come here anymore?

-Grandpa, I--
-Go home.

Or to Marie.

She's much more important than Christmas.

Where did you come from?

You were upstairs.

-Yes.
-Jules, I've had enough.

You don't stay with Grandpa, you lie.

If we can't trust each other, what's left?

Mr. Claus?

Mr. Claus.

Noël!

Now listen carefully. Are you really
going to sulk like a little boy?

Do you want to lose Jules too?
Is that the idea?

Please. I beg you,
don't make the same mistake again.

Jules?

Do you mind if I sit down?

I want to tell you something.

A long time ago your grandma and I
had a major argument.

It got worse by the day.

She blamed me for being away too often.

That I…

…was too absorbed by my work.

-As Santa?
-Well, the problem was, she didn't know.

She didn't know I was Santa
and I could not tell her,

because I was convinced
that she must not know.

And that was a mistake.

Today you opened my eyes, son.

I should have kept trying, of course.

I should've told her down to the tiniest
detail. She would've laughed about it.

She might even have played along.

What happened to Grandma?

We grew further and further apart.

We never spoke about it again.

In the end she died quietly and alone.

So you are also a failure.

Just like me.

But you are not a failure at all, son.

At least you tried.

It failed. The thing with Marie.

Mom is also mad at me.

I really want to be a good Santa, honest.

And a good son.

But I can't seem to do it.

But you are a wonderful son.

And you will be a wonderful Santa.

-You don't know that.
-I sure do.

Every day, more and more,
I see your father in you.

And he was a wonderful father.

And the best Santa ever.

Only…

…you should change your strategy.

What is Santa's most effective weapon?

Presents.

But I always said
that it wasn't the most important thing.

It depends, of course,
on what you do with the presents.

Jules…

That is Jack.

He wrote us to say he has no friends.

-Now what?
-Be patient, son.

What present might help bring
Marie's parents back together?

-We have to back.
-Yes.

Trust me. Just once more.

Please?

You've got to be kidding.

-Is this one of Marie's tricks?
-I don't know. She's with you this week.

-Are you saying I put her up to this?
-Who else taught her to be sneaky?

And she learned to fib from her mother.

-Stop it. I know I'm a bad daughter.
-Marie.

Sweetheart. Angel.

How can you two argue so much?

Marie is your most precious gift.

Will you look here?
I'll look in the apartment.

Okay.

-I really hoped they--
-Yes.

You tried. What more can you do?
Sometimes…

Things happen that are irreversible,
I know.

That's right,
but that's not what I was going to say.

Sometimes it is enough to plant a seed.

Be patient, son. Be patient.

Marie?

Little angel?

Marie?

-Caro, have you seen Marie?
-No, I'm afraid not.

-Mrs. de Jonghe, have you seen Marie?
-Did you lose her again? Sorry, no.

-I can't find her.
-Let's look for her together?

Not this too.

Then there was the time
I went into this apartment…

and an old lady was waiting for me
with a cast-iron bedpan.

She was ready.
She thought I was a burglar.

-Where are they going?
-To the shopping center, perhaps?

Jules. Jules.

Hey, young man, do you know
where Marie is? We can't find her.

-What happened?
-There's a fire.

If you know where she is, please tell us.

-I think I know where she is.
-Jules. Jules!

Marie!

Marie!

Marie!

Marie, where are you? Come!

Here they are! Come!

Oh. Marie. Sweetheart. Marie?

Are you okay? Is everything alright?

Jules… Go on, go on.

I'm sorry, Marie.

I thought it would work, but I can't
get your parents back together.

Sometimes things happen
that you can't fix.

-You did the best you could.
-That's true.

-Thank you.
-That's what big brothers are for.

Sorry, dear. We were so busy arguing
we forgot the most important thing.

And even though we don't feel
the same way about each other…

-We love you very much. We both do.
-Yes.

And we will work
on improving the situation. Okay?

Because if we can have something
as wonderful as you,

there must still be some love there.

-Jules!
-Mom!

Mom…

Oh, my dear boy.

What kind of things are you up to?

Congratulations, ma'am.

You have a brave son.

-You have done an excellent job.
-Oh, thank you.

Excuse me.

-You are this young man's mother?
-Yes.

Wow. Thank you.

Thanks to your son
my daughter is still alive.

-What can I do to thank you?
-That won't be necessary.

-Yes, it is.
-No, really.

We are just happy your daughter is okay.

-I know something you can do.
-Jules…

Ah, here.

If wisdom really comes with age,

then there must be a ancient little man
living within my young grandson.

But that's impossible, of course.

Dust. There's so much dust here.

The truth probably lies
in that other well-known saying.

There you go.

You're never too old to learn.

And this one is for you. Enjoy it.

I'm sorry I doubted you.
You're doing a great job.

Twenty euros thirty. Thank you.

Yes, yes, yes!

Ready?

-Wait, we forgot something.
-The tree topper.

It's almost as pretty as Daddy's tree.

If you never try anything
to help other people,

nothing in this world changes.

Then life is just boring, annoying
and without love.

Hi. How are you?

Merry Christmas.

-Would you like another one?
-Oh yes, please.

And in the end,

that's the only thing that really matters.

Love.

-Hey.
-Hey.

-For you.
-Thank you. Beautiful.

Good choice. Trust me.

My female intuition has not left me
in the lurch this time. I'm sure of it.

Now this is Christmas.

Luckily, my old brain remembered
in the nick of time.

Come here.

Cheers!

Merry Christmas.

Cheers!