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♪ Shake the snow
from your coat ♪

♪ Leave your troubles
at the door ♪

♪ Grab a drink
and a seat ♪

♪ By the fire
nice and warm ♪

♪ Let down your hair

♪ Be sure to wear

♪ Your ugly Christmas sweater

♪ 'Cause the bigger
the better ♪

♪ We're all together

♪ The more the merrier!

Do you think we got it?

Oh, yeah.

- Yeah, we got it.
- Oh, awesome!

- We got it.
- It means I can do this.

Jack, this cake is a miracle.

Mm! Mm-mm.

The rule is you take a photo,
I take a photo.

Ooh, except the difference
is my photo will be good.

Uh, no.

I'll have my mouth hanging open,
or one eye shut.

But, Jen, you look great!

She hates
seeing pictures of herself.

It's the visual equivalent
of the sound of my own voice.

Okay, thanks for that.

That's good for my ego.

I got to get to the store.

Jack, thank you so much
for loaning us your space,

and your Yule log is glorious...

I could post a photo,

maybe it'll drive
a little business.

Well, it's my pleasure,

and the least I can do
after you decorated the bakery.

It looks amazing in here.

Oh... and for your sister.

Oh, she's gonna be overjoyed.

That cake will be long gone
by the time Jen gets to Ali.

Unsupervised, not my fault.

Ah, I don't blame you.

- Bye, Dad!
- Bye!

Bye-bye!

You want to do
something tonight?

I was thinking pizza
and holiday-movie marathon?

As much as I would love to see

the riveting tale of how
a postman becomes Santa Claus...

We could watch something else.

You say that,
but it never happens.

And I'm gonna be
in Portland tonight, anyway.

Oh, okay.

I'm shooting a spread
for Buzzyfood.

Ooh!

I know. I know.

You love Buzzyfood.

Judge me all you want.

Whatever.

I just did this quiz to tell me
which holiday cookie I am.

Oh! Oh, no, hold on.
All right, all right.

Okay, don't tell me...

peanut-butter cookie.

Oh!

Liked by many, but...

a tad nutty.

It's terrifying
that you know that.

How did you know that?

I know you.

You wanna know
which one you are?

Yeah, come on.

You're a sugar cookie.

The old reliable standby, really?

Yeah... Oh...

You're sweet, you smell good,

and everybody loves you.

But when I'm right, I'm right.
Right?

You might be...

If I took quizzes to tell me
what kind of food I was,

but I don't.

That's really more of

a peanut-butter-cookie
personality trait, so...

You're above that, huh?

A little bit.

- Sugar cookies are.
- Have a great trip.

Shh, shh, shh!

Sorry.

Reed just fell asleep.

Brad and I were up
all night with him...

And I mean...

all night.

This'll help.

- Ooh, sugar!
- Yeah.

Oh, hey, did you see the photos
Max took of the bakery?

Yeah, they looked amazing!

Um, I was thinking
for a hashtag,

how about #YuleBeSorry?

Aggressively cheesy,
but you always get it right.

I'll do the decor stuff.

Pithy hashtags... all you.

Um, and by pithy hashtags,
you mean marketing?

And, what? Financials?
And legal? And...

Can we not, like,
get in the weeds on...

inventory?
on the- on our roles?

- Okay then.
- Love you.

- I'll post it.
- Thanks.

- Oh. my gosh, Jen!
- What?

Have you seen
what HyggeAtHome posted today?

- No, why?
- Come here right now.

Okay.

Happy holidays, Hygges.

- Zoe...
- and Charlie here.

We're doing something
a little different

this holiday season.

We know
the HyggeAtHome community

has so many talented
designers and decorators,

and we want to see
what you've got.

So we're hosting a campaign.

For this first round,

all you have to do

is upload a video

telling us about you

and how you make
your family holiday

look perfect.

Then tag it
with both @HyggeAtHome

and the hashtag
for your holiday.

We'll narrow it down
to 20 finalists,

then 10, then three.

With one lucky winner

receiving a brand crossover
with us,

a year of monthly spreads
in our magazine,

being featured
in our social platforms,

and working as
a resident designer

for HyggeAtHome.

So post those videos

and let's see
your perfect Hygge Holidays.

- Jen, you have to do it!
- I'm not doing that.

I belong behind the camera.

Their whole campaign

is, like, the "perfect holiday",

and my entire brand
is not perfect.

And, uh, still beautiful.

And that is exactly
why they will love you,

because you have
a fresh perspective.

Okay, we could submit
a video of the store...

or my decor.

They want a face.

They want a story.

You've got a face and a story.

You do it.

Yeah, I've got a face

that tells a story of not having
slept in six months

because I have a baby.

I'm not doing it.

I'm not the influencer here.

Jen, look, you've been
obsessed with Hygge forever.

I know.

And imagine if you won.
It would launch your career.

Ah-hah!

It would be amazing
for the store.

And, the bigger we get,
the bigger our costs.

We, kind of, need something
to keep ahead.

All right.

We've got
the big Christmas sale,

and then there's the...

the stand at the market.

And there's two weeks
'til Christmas,

so people still have
time to shop.

And our numbers
are gonna skyrocket.

I promise.

We need customers.

♪ The snow is falling

♪ Lightly all around

♪ People smiling

♪ Love is all around

♪ There's a feeling
in the air ♪

Is that my fairy godmother,

come to make
all my wishes come true?

Ah...

maybe.

Ah!

Found a peanut-butter cookie
at a bakery in Portland, and...

yeah, I couldn't help myself.

You're lovely, thank you.

My pleasure.

How was the shoot?

- It was good.
- Yeah?

It was a "twist on
Christmas dinner set-up"?

What was the twist?

Everything was made
with microwaveable finger food.

- Oh, no.
- Yeah.

A lot of pizza rolls.
It was good.

I'm on board.
Not proud of it, but on board.

It's okay.

Do want to stay, watch a movie?

Is this hour five
of you watching a fireplace?

Okay, never mind.

Uh, I was gonna decorate
the baby tree for Reed's room,

give it to Ali and Brad.

Ooh...

baby tree
means baby candy canes.

Yeah. Jen, let's do it.

Awesome.

Hey, are you still okay
to come to the store on sale day

and take pictures?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

Thank you.

- That's for you, right there.
- Aw, thank you.

Well, there's a sugar cookie
in here, too.

Yeah, that one's for you, too.

Thank you.

This is truly the epitome
of the Christmas spirit.

It's terrifying.

Oh, you...

you don't have to do that,
Reed is with Brad today.

Oh.

Did you get any sleep?

Ah... thank you.

What does it look like?

I mean...

But, uh, being up all night

gave me a lot of time

to think about
that Hygge campaign.

Oh, wow.

The deadline to submit
a video is tonight.

Then we should submit the video,
just not of my face.

Okay?

Okay, new topic.

What do you wanna do
for Christmas?

Anything we want,

because Mom's going
to be in the Bahamas.

Because you wouldn't commit
to plans with her.

I didn't know my schedule.

Jen, every year,
you avoid Christmas with Mom.

Sometimes, you don't know
your schedule,

sometimes, you go away,

sometimes, you're suddenly sick.

I know, but here...

I'm here,
ready for the festivities,

so what do you wanna do?

Honestly,

split some Chinese food
on Christmas Eve sounds amazing.

Oh, that sounds magical.

But it's Reed's first Christmas.

Do you wanna have,
like, photo regret.

What about the photo ops?

Well, you and Max
can do photo ops.

That's not...

That's not a bad idea.

Oh! We are open.

Are you ready

for the biggest sale day
of the year?

I hope so.

♪ It's Christmas Day, baby

Thank you very much.
Have a great Christmas.

And don't forget to tag us.

Happy Holidays.

Deb... it is so good to see you.

Thank you for being here.

Hey!

Thank goodness, you're here!

- Wow, it's busy.
- Yeah!

Do you still want photos,

or do you need help
on the floor?

I could really use the help.

I got it.

You're the best.

♪ Merry Christmas, baby

Say "Dada".

Say "Da-da."

Reed, say "Mama".
Say "Ma-Ma."

Say "Auntie Jen".

"Auntie Jen".
Do it.

Okay, I'm finished.

Verdict?

It was a good day of sales,

it's just not enough
to keep us out of the red.

Don't worry,
it's your first year.

Second.

Rounding down.

Thank you.

What are we doing wrong?

You guys have
a good thing going.

Jen, you're
an amazing decorator.

But, it's like
Ali's been saying,

you know, brick and mortar...
It's just not enough anymore.

You need more eyeballs on you,

a bigger digital presence.

Well, the store has a page,

it just doesn't have
a lot of followers yet.

You know,
the HyggeAtHome campaign

would take care of that.

Exactly.

Okay, I see it all the time
with clients I consult.

Exposure from a major brand

takes your online presence
to the next level.

See?

All you have to do
is make a video.

People are gonna love you.

Except that they won't!

Okay...

let's get you cleaned up.

Yeah.

What's the deal?

Why are you so upset?

I'm not upset.

You keep saying they'll like me,

and they won't like me.

This contest is not
for people like me.

Except that it's
for decorators and designers,

and isn't that you?

Yeah, but there's
this whole package thing.

You gotta have all the pieces.

There's...

First, you have to be
a runway model.

Then a husband,
preferably with a man-bun.

Children you could
introduce to royalty

without being
horribly embarrassed.

And you need to have
100,000 followers

that HyggeAtHome
can turn into subscribers.

Okay, or maybe they want you,

and you just have
to believe in yourself.

They don't want Jen.

Have you met me?

They want "Jen T:
successful business woman".

They want aspirational,

inspirational...

unobtainable.

Wait a minute.

So, if you don't want
to do it as Jen...

do it as "Jen T".

Look, we can still make it
our brand.

We can show that even "Jen T"
doesn't have it all figured out.

What have you got to lose?

Get a few followers.
Make a few sales.

Do it as a joke.

Yeah, but where am I gonna get
a husband and a baby?

You're so cute.

- You sure you wanna do this?
- Yeah, it's not a big deal.

- Okay.
- All right.

Max, just pretend
you're really good-looking,

and remember
to hit those angles.

How do you know
if you're doing that?

Uh, your chest hurts
and you feel like an idiot.

Yeah.

Oh, I'm definitely
hitting my angles.

All right.

And go.

Hi, I'm Jen T,

owner of "Jen-uine Decor"
in Astoria, Oregon.

I am a wife, a mother,
a decorator,

but I am not afraid to admit
that I'm a complete mess.

Now, I'm very lucky.

I married the man of my dreams,

and our child could double
for the Gerber baby,

but it doesn't mean that
there aren't sleepless nights,

bickering over dishes,

and 2:00 a.m. doom-spiraling.

There's plenty
of doom-spiraling.

The thing is,

I'm not here to pretend

that our life or our holidays
are flawless,

because everybody knows
that they're not.

Life is not a highlight reel.

Exactly.

And part of the human experience

is being flawed,

and that's what makes it beautiful,

especially during the holidays.

So, we choose to bless this mess

and keep it real,

because over here,

we are "Jen-uine".

Merry Christmas from me, Jen T.

And loving husband me, Max.

And little baby,
Leo Ansel, here.

Okay, you can delete that now.

What was that?

That was "Jen T",

and, apparently,

she's a social media
babble generator.

Oh. And our son is now Leo?

Excuse me, Leo Ansel.

Leo was inspired
by her star chart.

And Ansel's
his favorite photographer.

- Oh!
- Oh...

His too.

Sweetie.

Okay, that was
relatively painless.

I'm gonna go.

All right, and...

posted: @JenuinelyJenT!

@HyggeAtHome
@JenuineDecor #XMAS.

Very silly.
Luckily, no one will see it.

Bye, hubby.

Later, wife-o.

- Bye, Mama.
- Bye.

Love you guys.

How's the campaign going?

I finally let
the social team go home,

but submissions keep pouring in.

Oh! Anything stand out?

A few so far,

but mainly people waxing
about their perfect families.

But an interesting one
just got posted.

A decorator in Oregon.

- Oh, great.
- Mm-hmm.

So, are you finishing up?

No, I'm going to be late.

I have to pick
the last few finalists.

Then I guess
I'll see you at home.

Mm-hmm.

All right, goodnight.

Goodnight.

You're one of the 20 finalists!

No, "Jen T"
is one of the 20 finalists!

May I remind you

that we got there

by making a fake video
about being real,

which is getting
really confusing.

Uh...

Okay, but what is fake
and real, really?

Oh...

You wanna know
what's really "real"?

The followers
of our store's page

quadrupled overnight,

and we made $2000 in sales
while we were sleeping.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Jen, HyggeAtHome
has an incredible reach.

This could be a game changer.

And all we have to do
is make one more video.

And the prompt is "Hygge Host".

So, they just wanna know
about you...

your background.

I can't make another
fake video, it's not right.

I can't do it, nope.

Nope.

Okay...

Well, what if...

What if we make it
to the final ten?

Look, we need this.

Without a big push,

this business doesn't last
another year.

And, like, not to lay on
the guilt even thicker,

but I left a really secure
corporate job

to help you build your brand.

Is this you
not laying on the guilt?

'Cause you're doing it wrong.

Listen...

we make one more video.

You know,
get a few more followers,

make a little bit of a buzz...

that's it.

And then, in a week from now,

this is just
a really, really funny story.

What do you say?

Hashtag XMAS!

Come on, honey.

We have to hurry
or we're gonna miss the flight.

I'm a wife, a mother,
a decorator,

- but I am not afraid...
- Oh, my goodness!

To admit
that I'm a complete mess.

Now, I'm very lucky.

I married
the man of my dreams...

Jen had a baby!

And have a little baby.

How? I just saw her
last year!

Maybe they adopted.

Adopted a baby
that looks just like Reed?

The cousins could be twins!

Oh, and she married Max...

Not that I didn't
see that coming.

But we didn't get
an invitation to the wedding!

I'm just playing
devil's advocate here,

but, you know,

you didn't invite her
to our wedding.

Because we eloped!

And Jen made it very clear,

after the last two,

that she didn't want to attend
another one.

Liz, honey, try to calm down.

Or do your thing.

I...

I'm just sure that there's
a reasonable explanation here.

Oh, there is
a reasonable explanation...

Jen just doesn't like me.

No.

Honey, no, no.

She doesn't not...

not like you,

she's just taking some space.

Enough space to get married

and have a baby
without telling me?

How much space is that, Pete?

Outer space?

Honey, you're right.

I just think that you should
respect her wishes.

Oh...

you're right.

I will.

I will respect her,

and show her just how valuable
I am to her life.

That's not quite
what I had in mind.

Oh, but I will.

Because I am her mother,

and Leo is my grandson.

Pete, unpack the swimsuits

and find our boots and mittens,

because we're gonna spend
Christmas with my family!

Oh!

- All right.
- Okay.

And... action.

Hey, everyone, it's Jen...

And that was awful.

I'm Jen, and...

Hang on. Okay.

Baby. Husband.
White-picket...

Could we have
a white-picket fence?

- We could, yeah.
- Okay.

Hey, everyone.
I'm Jen T.

And I'm Max,
her hubby/photographer.

It's his job
to make me look good.

It's not a hard job, honey.

Well, anyways,

thank you so much
for putting us in the top 20.

We're just... We're so honored.

And, again, a reminder...

please take our videos
with a grain of salt, okay?

Nothing is as it seems
on social media.

Uh, or in real life.

This little guy was crying
ten minutes ago,

and look what a little angel
you are right now.

Thank you.

So, let's not compare
ourselves to others,

because comparison
is the thief of joy.

- Well said.
- Oh, thank you.

Come here, big guy.

- Go to Daddy.
- Here, come here. Yeah.

I just wanna eat you.

All right,
let me show you around.

This is me
and my sister Ali's store,

and it is...

It is the light of my life,
my dream come true.

I just...

I live to make things beautiful,

and, uh, it's what
I've always wanted to do.

I... I went to art school,
I studied interior design,

and actually worked

out of a pretty big design firm
in Miami,

where I was mostly pairing

leopard-print throw cushions
with Grecian columns.

It hurt her soul.

Not a high point.

Uh, so...

a few years later,
I moved home to Astoria,

and teamed up

with my powerhouse
business-savant sister, Ali.

That's me!

And you know what, folks?

It's not easy.

Ali and I... we...

we fail, we flail.

We fight. We stress...

constantly. But...

we get to do it together.

And we love each other so much.

And that, my friends,

is what I would call
"Jen-unine".

- Cut.
- Yeah!

- It's so weird!
- I cannot get enough of "Jen T".

Thank you.
She's, kind of, like me,

just more bubbles,
less self-awareness. Yeah.

Yeah, exactly.
She's great.

Photo for photo, I see you!

Hmm.

I almost got away with that.

Really impressive.

Whew! Wow, this contest
has a lot of spillover.

What do you mean?

Since you tagged me
in that first video,

my followers have doubled.

Awesome.

Oh, I got a DM inquiry
this morning

for a House Home shoot.

Oh, I love them.
You're gonna do it, right?

I mean, that'd be amazing
for my career.

It's in Portland, though.

Which, I'm there a lot.

Maybe I have to move back
some day.

Well, you got
a wife and a kid now,

you gotta make a decision.

Wait...

you're that couple, aren't you?

I just saw your video
for that HyggeAtHome contest.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, that's us! Hi!

Oh, you two are the cutest.

Just like Zoe and Charlie.

A true inspiration.

Oh, thank you.
You're very kind.

It seems like you have it all.

Oh!

No, our whole thing is
that no one has it all.

Oh, seems like you do, though.

Okay, we gotta stop.
This is wrong.

Jen! Jen!

Excuse me. Sorry.

Jen, check your phone.
Check your phone!

Whoa!

And here she is!

Jen Taylor from Jenuine Decor,

you are one of
our top-ten finalists!

Congratulations!

Hi.

We'll send out
the theme for the next post,

and then we'll select

three finalists
for the last round.

I... I can't believe it.

And we just wanna say

how much
we're enjoying your videos.

Keep up the hard work.

Thank you?

Bye, everyone!

You wanna cut...
Cut the live? Thanks.

Do you wanna get lunch?

No, I'm going to answer emails.

I'll see you at home.

Thank you.

I'm not making any more videos.

Ah, Jen,
you have 50,000 followers now.

And I just came from the store,
sales have doubled.

This is the dream, Jen.

Yeah, but it's a lie!

The husband and the baby
are debatable,

but the rest is true.

And, okay, so imagine this.

One day, you get married,
you have a kid.

But I won't.

But if you change your mind.

That's a large "if".

Okay, well let's just imagine
that you do.

Then this becomes less of a fib

and more of an exercise
in manifestation.

Say yes.

Come on, Jen,
you've come this far.

Sixty...

60,000 followers now.

Why do I feel like this is
going to spiral out of control

to my detriment?

Because you feel that way
about everything?

A certain amount
of existential dread is healthy.

Okay, true, but this... this...

this is good.

It's good for us.

We're not hurting anybody.

All we're doing is driving
people's attention to us.

They are buying our products
on their own.

All right,
but I can't help wondering

how it's gonna get worse.

Guess who's home for Christmas?

You got married and had a baby

without telling me?

- Hey, Max.
- Hi, Liz.

Let's just take this outside.

You could have sent an email.
You could've called, written.

Okay, mom, mom, mom.

Look, Jen isn't married,

she doesn't have a baby.

It was all just
sort of a joke gone awry.

Deeply, deeply awry.

We made a joke video
to enter a contest,

and didn't expect
anything to come of it,

but now we're top-10 finalists.

So, you're thinking this is
all, sort of, like theater?

Yes! Exactly...

theater.

Oh, see?
You are more like me.

Don't forget
that I was in theater.

In high school.

Once a thespian,
always a thespian.

Okay, we know.

Oh, they just sent
the other prompt in.

♪ HyggeHolidayTraditions.

Ooh, we could do a video
of a holiday activity.

Oh, we could bake
gingerbread houses.

Or make wreaths.

Oh, "we"?

Yes. Why not "we"?

This is an opportunity

for us all to spend
Christmas holidays together.

Can we stop pretending

that you don't just want
your 15 minutes?

No, I just want
my 15 minutes with you.

Just one Christmas activity.

That's all I ask,

then I'll give you your space.

All right,
10:00 a.m., back here.

We're making wreaths.

Oh, this is going to be
so much fun!

Ah-ha-ha-ha!

Okay.

And... action.

Hi, all, it's Jen T again.

With a Jen-uinely
special guest...

Me, Jen's Mom...

Liz Taylor.

No, not that Liz Taylor,

although I have had
almost as many husbands.

Anyway, today,
my Mom and I are making wreaths.

They're DIY.

They are breathtaking,
but they're also simple.

And have a lot
of sentimental value,

because Jen used to love
making wreaths with her father.

Isn't that just perfect?

Anyway, folks,

today is going to be
a short video,

but just to say,

if you have struggled
with making wreaths in the past,

please know, you are not alone.

Wreaths, like life,
holidays, and family,

can be tricky...

Difficult, even...

And never quite turn out

exactly like
you thought they would.

And yet, they're always
just beautiful

exactly as they are.

And cut.

Wasn't it was a great way
to button the scene?

- Mm.
- Okay.

Hey, Mom,
do you wanna go outside?

Do you wanna go find baby Reed?

I do!
Is he saying "Mama" yet?

No.

- Hey, thank you, again.
- Yeah, sure.

How did the framing look?

I think it looked good.

You look great.

As always.

Thank you.

Can I help you ladies
with anything?

Thank you.

I come bearing pie!

Oh, we each get
our own pizza? Yeah.

Yeah, I spent the day with Mom.

I'm surprised
we don't have three, then.

- Yeah.
- Here, try this.

Let me take this.

Thank you.

Oh, it's so pretty.

Mm...

it's really good.

What's wrong?

Yeah, I've said it before.

I think fighting with your mom's
a waste of time.

It's not fighting, though,
at this point,

it's self-preservation.

She meddles in my life,

she makes a mess,
I have to clean up.

It's always about her.

You know, like,

there's not really
room for me there.

And even when Dad died,

we weren't even allowed
to grieve.

It was just her grief
that mattered.

That's how some people mourn.

I know.

But then she remarried
three times,

and moved Ali and I three times,

and we were little children,

and we needed our mom.

And she was chasing love

when she could've
just been loving us.

I get it.

I just know
that when my mom passed,

my grievances didn't feel
so important anymore.

I wish I would've
just loved and appreciated her

for who she was.

You know you were
really good to her, right?

Right.

Oh.

Oh, Ali must have made
another post.

I tagged you in another one.

Yeah, it's been helpful.

I've actually got

a few more messages
about job inquiries already.

- Oh, great.
- Thank you.

- Oh...
- What? What is it?

My Mom just commented:

"@HyggeAtHome, come make wreaths
with me and Jen."

Ugh, you know what,

that's taking up
way too much mental bandwidth.

I'm on digital hiatus
until noon.

Ah. Well, good luck with that.

In the meantime, eat pizza.

Oh, thank you.

Are you gonna eat a whole one?

Because I might be eating
my feelings this evening

and just get...

I was gonna eat both of those.

I'm heading home.

Think maybe you could finish
early tonight?

Mm-mm.

I'll make us pasta carbonara.

I have a ton left to do.

But...

I just had a wild idea.

We're going to be working with
whoever wins for an entire year.

What if we visited them?

Visited?

Yeah.

The point of this campaign
is to engage our community

and have us
step out of our ivory tower.

Mm-hmm.

We could spend

a little of their holidays
with them

and get a real sense
of who they are.

That's a lot of planning

that would have to happen immediately.

Yeah, you're right.

And we probably couldn't get
all the staff to travel.

So, no work, no staff,
no late nights, or meetings?

Mm-mm.

It'd just be you and me?

Yeah, I suppose so.

Then let's do it.

- Let's do it?
- Yeah.

Where have you been?

I tried calling you
a million times!

Digital sabbatical 'til noon.

What's so important?

Thank you.

Oh, only just this...

Hello, everyone!

We're excited to announce
our final three decorators!

And even more excited
to announce

that we'll be spending

a portion of the holidays
with each one.

We'll be celebrating
Happy Holidays

with @DwellbyDell,

Chanukah
with @HousebyHadassah...

and Christmas
with @JenuineDecor!

It's you! It's you!

We'll let you know how it goes!

Until next time,

it's Zoe and Charlie!

Oh... no.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

No. No, no, no.

No, they... they can't...

They can't just
show up here, right?

They've gotta ask permission.

They can't just come here.

Oh, you gave them permission,
didn't you?

- You didn't answer your phone!
- Ali!

It's only for four days.

They are arriving in four days.

Ahh! You...
You're joking.

You... You're joking.

- You're joking.
- And...

just so you can get
all the rage out beforehand...

- You're not joking.
- um...

so they told me that the idea

came from a comment
Mom left on your post.

"Come make wreaths
with me and Jen."

That's the one.

Okay.

Okay, is there anything else
you haven't told me

about this absolute,
hot garbage fire

that you've dropped us in?

Could you just please
lay it on me right now?

Tell me now... now.

Okay, so it's so funny
that you ask,

because, um... ha-ha...

So, when they called me
and they...

They asked about
where they could stay,

I said that we would
be delighted to host them,

of course.

You done?

Okay, I won't touch you.

All right, so Zoe and Charlie

are staying with you and me
and little baby Leo Ansel

for four days.

And how are we pulling this off?

Excellent question.

I'm sorry!
We'll figure it out.

I know this throws
a little wrench in things.

It's not a wrench,
it's a wrecking ball,

because I live in a very small,

one-human-habitant apartment,

and I like it that way.

And my bathroom
doubles as a darkroom.

That a little awkward?

Well, we're gonna
have to use your joint.

Ugh, I'd love to,

but, uh, Brad's family
is staying for the holidays.

I'm so sorry.

Well, where are gonna find

a picture-perfect house
to do the...

Oh...

Well, well, well...

you need something from me.

You have full access

to this home
that we rented for the holidays,

as long as I can be involved
in everything.

Not manipulative at all.

I think it's lovely

that you want to participate
in this charade.

That's not helping.

But I don't see it as a charade,

I see it as a chance for us all
to be together for Christmas

for the first time in years.

Okay, so in this farce,
who do you play?

I'm the shockingly-young
live-in Grandma,

acting as the glue

to this totally functional,
multi-generational family.

- Okey-dokey.
- So...

do we have a deal?

Oh, Mom, no.
What happened?

Who did you let in here
to do that?

Well, you know, it was
so last-minute coming here,

we kinda had to take
whatever we could get.

Well, it's got great bones.

Um...

just zero Christmas decorations.

I mean, least of our concerns,

- but I could bring some over.
- Okay.

I have a couple special things.

Complete redesign

and decorating for
social media-level Christmas.

Lift and lift. Okay.

That's heavy.

Oh, thank you, guys.

Make sure you give that thing
a proper burial.

Put it down.
Just wait a second.

Oh, here!

Great job, everyone!

Jen...

uh, I gotta get back
to the store

to meet Brad's niece...

She's covering for you.

That's right,
kind of hug the space.

It's Dad's.

And that's not all.

Oh...

The tree topper...

from the woodworking phase
that lasted five minutes.

Yeah, it works
in the right light.

I didn't even know
you still had these.

I thought you got rid of them.
I haven't seen them for decades.

Well, of course,
I still kept them.

And now it's time
for you and Ali to keep them.

Thank you.

Yeah.

I present to you...

freshman year Halloween.

I see that.

I raise you...

oh, graduation,

and you and bright-pink hair.

Oh, no!

It was a happy accident
and I made it work.

Kinda weird, huh?

Like, I know it's fake,
and everything, but...

Mm.

You know... you know,
it feels kinda real, in a way.

Yeah.

If we're gonna convince
anyone we're actually married,

we need rings.

I didn't even think of that.

Yeah.

I can borrow my dad's,
but with you...

the old switcharoo.

Pete's our hero.

He cut down a tree!

But he's thrown
his back out, though.

I did not throw out my back.

Help me.

Oh...

♪ I don't need
another present ♪

♪ I don't even
have a tree... ♪

Can you say "Da-da"?

Say, "Da-Da".
Say, "Daa... daa".

"Da-da."

Honey?

I birthed that baby
for 14 hours,

so you'd better pray
night and day

his first word is "Mama".

Say "Ma-Ma".

Holy! Jen!

What?

We just reached
100,000 followers!

Oh... great.

Have you ever read the comments
on those things?

Like, you get ten good ones,

and then the one bad one,

and that's the one you remember.

Forget all of it.

- Eyes on the prize.
- Okay.

Okay, everyone,
I think the tree is done.

What do you wanna put up top?

Ooh! I brought
a couple options.

Wasn't quite sure
what your vibe would be.

Mom gave me something.

Okay.

You remember?

Dad.

Yeah.

You want me
to put it up for you?

Yes, please.

And...

done.

Thank you.

- I love you.
- I love you.

And I love you both.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.
Have a great night.

Thanks.

- Mm.
- Mm.

Thank you for coming for a walk.

I really needed
to get out of there.

Of course.

Are you ready?

Tomorrow, the madness begins.

Can you pretend
to be in love with me?

I mean, yeah,
I could probably manage.

Hey, what's wrong?

What's wrong?

I'm scared.

The more I think about
being "Jen T",

the more I know people are...

they're gonna love her.

And I'm the exact
opposite of her.

No, Jen...
Jen, come on.

What makes you so sure
you're unlovable?

Come on,

I'll walk you back "home".

I thought we agreed

that this trip
would be just for us.

I just want one videographer

to get behind-the-scenes
footage.

Brad, I see you.
Don't you do it!

Straighten up the mantel.

Cookies... table.
Eggnog... pitcher.

Oh!

Oh...

they're here!

- Places, everyone!
- I'll get the baby!

Zoe...

do you think
we should talk a minute

before we go in there?

Let's just keep it together
through this final visit,

and then we'll deal with
everything when we get back?

So, more sweeping it
under the rug?

No, just try to enjoy.

Just smile and try to enjoy.

Hmm?

Okay.

Out the front door.

Unbelievably, yeah.

All right.

Mom, just here.

Wave and smile, everyone.

Everybody, smile
and try to enjoy ourselves.

Welcome!

Of course,
you know my husband, Max.

Howdy?

And this is baby Leo Ansel.

And this is my sister, Ali,
and her husband, Brad.

Huge fan.

And you may recognize
my mom, Liz, from our videos.

We're honored to have you here.

Thank you.

And I'm the butler.

- Oh.
- Or am I?

He's not.

He's my Mom's husband.

But please, come inside.

Right? Come on!

Your house
is absolutely perfect.

We could shoot every room as is.

We actually
just finished redecorating.

I'm really drawn
to the mantelpiece.

Oh... look.

This piece really stands out.

Is it yours, Max?

Oh, that...
that was my dad's.

Oh, Reed, what's wrong?

"Reed"?

Uh... Yeah,
it's our nickname for him.

My... my father's name was Reed.

That's his stocking
you're looking at.

Why didn't you just
name the baby "Reed"?

It's one of his middle names.

Leo Ansel Hudson Reed.

Faison-Taylor.

Taylor-Faison, but yeah.

Oh, sweetie.

Buddy.

What's going on?
What's happening?

What's... What's happening?

Um...

I think maybe he's tired.

Probably, it's been a long day.

Oh, honey.

Brad and I
should be going, so...

Okay, bye.

I'm gonna get, uh, Ansel to bed.

Oh, we would love
to see the nursery.

You know, we don't actually

have a quintessential nursery,
so to speak.

Oh.

Um, we... we, kind of,
try to let him stay in a...

in a decorative-neutral place.

Thank you.

It's a... It's a...

It's better for
his cognitive baby brain.

- Oh.
- Science.

Yeah, right.

Make yourselves comfortable.
I will be right back.

Goodnight, son.

Oh, you think this is funny?

It's hilarious, yes.

Come here, bubba.

All right.

Hi, little boy.

Oh...

Okay, just... just to note,

where we officially
crossed the line

is where we passed your baby
through this window.

Yeah, I don't love
my parenting style

right now either,

but hey, Reed is back
with his real mom and dad now.

Let's go.

I'm obsessed with this decor.

Liz, I cannot stop eating
these cookies you baked.

You baked?
Mom, you've never baked...

Oh, since
earlier this afternoon.

So, Max, how did you meet?

Uh, we met in college,
at art school.

I just remember thinking

she was both the most normal

and the most extraordinary
person I'd ever met.

If that makes sense.

Yeah, it makes sense.

We dated briefly
in our senior year.

Not so briefly.

Six months is an eternity
when you're 22.

Right. We just decided
we'd be better off as friends.

So, when did you
get back together?

Uh, we lost touch
for a few years,

and then Max's parents

moved from Portland
back to here,

where I grew up.

And then, when my Mom got sick,

I came home to help,

and Jen and I reconnected.

The rest is history.

It's a sweet story.

And I'd love to see
wedding photos.

Oh, me too.

We'll just, uh...

You know what?

We'll dig those up for you...

Do you remember where those are?

I couldn't put my hand
on them right now,

but I can look for them.

In the meantime, you should have

some more of my Mom's
delicious cookies

that she baked all by herself.

Cookies.

Cookies.

Thank you so much.

We wanted to briefly reiterate
why we're here.

Of course,
we wanna get to know you...

but we're also looking
for some cross-branding posts

between us

centered around
the Hygge Holidays.

And we're hoping for more
than just crafting and baking.

We want food, fun,
philanthropy, family.

We believe

a Hygge ambassador
should be able to do it all.

Like, for example,

@HousebyHadassah
threw a latke-making party,

then a dreidel-off,

then a four-generation
family reunion

that raised money
for a local preschool.

Wow, talk about
sleeping on the job!

Well, we are so excited

about the events
that we have planned for you,

but we should probably
call it a night.

The baby wakes up early.

Let's go to our room.

Yes, where we both sleep,
as husbands and wives do.

Let us show you to your room.

Ooh...

I'm the most awkward
creature on the planet!

Thank you so much.

Okay, now we're safe.

I can't believe
you got roped into this.

I can't believe
I got roped into this.

Is it weird that
I'm kind of enjoying it?

Yup.

I thought so.

This is exhausting.

But it's kind of fun,
though, right?

There is something about it
that's liberating.

Like, I don't have to worry

about what my life
is gonna be anymore,

'cause it kinda
just suddenly is.

I think... I think
it's more for me, though.

There are times

where I actually forget
this is fake.

Like, I... I feel like

I'm looking at a version
of my life

that I could actually have
some day.

You still want all that,
don't you?

You know, find "the one",
get married, have babies.

Yeah, I do.

That's nice.
You'd make a great dad.

Are you telling me
that somewhere deep down there,

you don't want the same thing?

I don't know how.

It's not really
in my blueprint, you know?

When we lost Dad...

I watched my mom's heart just...

shatter.

Then she went
chasing after love so hard,

trying to put it back together,

that she kinda lost herself,
you know?

It was hard to watch...

It made being her daughter.

Um...

difficult,

and messy, and...

sometimes just ugly.

The thought of inflicting that
on another human being

is terrifying to me,

so I'm all set.

Yeah, but that messy stuff...

that's what makes life
worth living sometimes.

"Life is not a highlights reel."

That's my best
impression of you.

You don't say?

Yeah, just...

It would've been nice

if it wasn't
a total blooper reel

that wasn't even funny.

By the way,

about our Christmas presents
this year, I...

We already talked about it,
we're not doing that.

- I know we talked about it.
- We said no gifts.

But I found
the perfect idea for you.

It... It's not quite done yet,

but trust me, when you see it,

I think you're finally gonna...

I'm not sleeping!
I'm awake! I'm gonna...

It's morning.

Wow, this is so much fun.

Okay, Ali's gonna be
here soon, come on.

Right, Ali.

Let's go.

Morning, hon.

Hey.

Get in here.

The coast is clear,
they're still asleep...

- I think.
- Okay.

Speaking of which,
did you get any?

Uh, no. No.

But Reed was up all night

saying something
that vaguely resembled "Ma",

so I think he's working
his way to "Mama".

Potential victory.
Good job.

Hey, Ali. Morning.

Hi.

Hey, you'd better get changed.

Thanks.

- Hi, Max.
- Hi.

Uh...

How'd it go last night?

Complicated...

But not the kind of complicated
you're thinking,

the kind of complicated

where I have to host
three events,

and I didn't say that I would,
but I am anyway,

for some reason.

- Sorry!
- Mm.

But also, don't worry about it,

because I have everything
taken care of.

Today, we're throwing

a gingerbread-house-making party
at Jack's bakery.

Mm! I can't.

I... This is getting untenable.

I've hardly been in the store
at all this week.

This is the best thing
for the store...

and your career.

I gotta get ready.
Thank you for bringing him over.

Of course.

Hi. Where have you guys been?

Well, Z and C were up early,

so I just gave them
a tour of the property.

Oh, and we just did
a little TikTok at the firepit.

Oh...

This place
is the definition of "hygge".

Oh, thank you.

What actually does "hygge" mean?

Well, it's a Danish word

that doesn't have
an exact English translation,

but "cozy" comes close.

It's kind of a state of mind.

You take
the everyday and the mundane,

and you make it
beautiful and joyful.

Well, that is Jen's forte.

Thanks, Mom.

Your Mom's fantastic.

Oh!

She was telling us
all about her time on Broadway.

When I was the ingénue
at Les Mis.

♪ When bells
ring out at night ♪

Zoe! Charlie!

Let's, uh...

Let's whip up some breakfast
so we can go to the store.

Oh, yeah.

And we're rolling.

And action.

Sweet. Laid-back. Refreshing.

Warm but cozy minimalism.

Not bad.

That felt good, guys.

Good job. Nice work.

I'll be right back,
in a minute, okay?

Yeah.

Incessantly ruminating

over the comments
on your posts, I see.

I know.

I've just never been called

"a decorator
of anyone's Jen-eration",

or "Jen-uinely inspiring".

That's gotta feel pretty nice.

There are some mean ones.

And there's this one troll

who keeps calling me
"Jen-uinely blonde".

Not really sure
how to take that.

Yeah, but, Jen,

we have 120,000 followers now.

If we keep having sales

like we have
these past few days,

we can keep going
straight on 'til summer.

Yeah.

So who cares

what a few strangers
on the Internet say?

Oh, you know, I don't care.

You seen the memes, though?

They're kind of rough.

- I'm keeping this.
- Okay.

This is amazing.

You like that?

- Totally, hands down.
- Thank you.

Jack, this is gorgeous.

Thank you, I'm pretty proud.

You should be.

- Yeah.
- Oh, look at this!

This is exactly
what we're looking for.

Someone who can make it all
look effortless and stunning.

Thank you so much.

That's Jen T!

Yes.

Honey, uh,
can I have a minute with you?

- Yeah.
- Just a second.

Sorry. Sorry.

Oh, of course,
of course, of course.

Okay, we're gonna get in.

That was supposed to be

an opportunity
to showcase my dad.

I know, it's like
"Jen T" just kind of jumped out.

Jen, you are "Jen T".

Zoe and Charlie
are ready for the next video.

Okay, I'm gonna fix it.

I'm gonna tag him
in the next post.

- Okay.
- Sorry.

For some reason,

we all think

that our gingerbread house
is supposed to look like that,

when in reality,
they look like that one.

And the reason for this

is because
this gingerbread house

was made by the baker
at Kooben Cafe.

That is @KoobenCafe.

Please follow him.

He is a genius
and Max's wonderful father.

The house I made...

that guy right there.

And I'm good with it.

Honestly,

I don't think it really matters

what your house looks like.

Maybe what matters more
is how you felt making it.

Jen, that was

a slightly different
tone for you.

Well, we contain multitudes,
and I...

I think it's really important
that our followers see that.

Either way,
we already posted a few stories

and our followers love it,

so thank you.

Great!

And we're looking forward
to the dance next?

Dance?

The Christmas dance
we're throwing

for the whole town.

Whole town?

And it was your idea

to have all the ticket sales
go to local charities.

- How altruistic of me.
- Very.

I have to say, I'm impressed.

This sounds like
a massive undertaking.

What are they talking about?

It seemed like

a really brilliant idea
at 3:00 a.m.

when I couldn't get
Reed back to sleep.

Oh, Ali.

How are we gonna pull this off?

I don't know.

But you remember

how you said

that you were getting
the feeling

that this all might just
spiral out of control?

Yeah.

I'm starting to feel it, too.

Well, this is spectacular.

Go get 'em.

Max!

Thank you.

I'm so sorry.

No, thank you so much.
I know.

Oh, look!

Jen and Max
are under the mistletoe!

We kissed?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

- It was fine.
- Yeah.

No, no, yeah, it was...
It was fine, it was good.

Not a big deal.

Not a big deal at all.

But maybe...

maybe it opens up

a conversation
we should have, though.

Sure.

What exactly would that
conversation look like?

I think... No, no, it's fine.

We... We kissed before.

Yeah.

- Yeah,
- Yeah, a long time ago.

Yeah. It was good then,
it was good now.

Um...

It wasn't a real kiss, though.

It was
a social-media kiss, right?

It was "Jen T" and hubby Max,

and so many people
watching that.

Maybe we should kiss more?

Would you like to?

More than anything.

We could get
more followers and likes.

I gotta wash my hair
for tomorrow,

and get ready,

and it takes a while to...

- Goodnight.
- Okay, goodbye.

It's a barn.

It's a cute barn.

It's an empty
and undecorated barn,

which has to become the epitome
of holiday magic by tomorrow.

Well, luckily, this is
exactly what you excel at...

taking the ordinary
and making it extraordinary.

What if I can't do it this time?

Oh, you can.
You will.

You always do.

And we'll help!

Mason jars everywhere.

Absolutely not.

I just cracked
400,000 followers.

Wow! Congratulations.

I got a bunch of job offers
for decorating, too.

You have 50,000 followers?

Why did you not tell me?
That's amazing.

Yeah. And a...

a big agency just reached out
about representing me.

But...

they want me
to move to Portland.

Well, obviously, you can't go.

Well, why not?

Like, what's keeping me here?

Oh, just your friends,
your family, your roots,

me.

In what capacity, Jen?

I found the box of lights,
but they're all tangled.

I will help you
with making them not tangled.

Looked like you needed saving.

But I am not gonna meddle.

I am not gonna say a thing.

I'm respecting your space.

Say it before you explode.

Oh, yeah!

What's going on with you two?

It's...

different.

It's the contest
and everything around it.

And the incident
with the mistletoe

really didn't help.

It was kind of perfect
before then.

What?

You know, honey,

the issues that you and I have

aren't so different
from you and Max.

You want me close,
but you push me away.

I know you love me,

but you just don't
fully show it.

I'll finish these myself.

She okay?

Uh...

Occasionally,
the atmosphere on planet Liz

is somewhat charged.

Jen, I...

I don't know you so well,
but I...

I think that you and your mom
might be more alike

than you're willing to admit.

And... And for all her antics...

she's a good woman.

She defends us fiercely.

She... She wears
her heart on her sleeve.

She keeps things interesting.

Yeah, you should've
been there for my childhood.

Look, all she really wants
is to be loved.

So cut her some slack.

Okay, that was great.
Let's do one more.

What if we did
this one off camera?

Did it just to do it together,

the way we used to.

We need that.

And then we can give
Alex the time off.

Sure, let's do that.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Where is everyone?

Out.

Bummer, right?

So you can sneak off
if you want.

Nah, I'm just...

I'm gonna hang out
and stay for a little bit.

All right.

Well, our fake baby is sleeping

and the influencers

are ice-skating
with your in-laws. So...

Okay, so...

so a quiet date night in
for Mr. and Mrs. Faison-Taylor.

Taylor-Faison.

I heard Faison-Taylor.

It's actually a really...

A good opportunity for me
to give you...

We said no gifts.

No, you said no gifts.

I think this is something
that you could use.

Here, have a seat.

Oh!

Thank you.

Oh, no.

Oh, yeah.

No!

Why?

You always say you hate
seeing yourself in photos.

Yeah.

I thought maybe
this would change your mind.

Help you see yourself...

the way I see you.

Thank you.

It's lovely.

Jen, what are we doing?

Trying to win a contest.

But what if we forget
about the contest

and make this real?

Give ourselves another shot.

Max, I...

you're my best friend.

I love you.

It broke before

because we didn't want
the same things.

It wouldn't have been fair.

I'm not sure that's changed.

You're not sure?

Or maybe you're just afraid?

Thank you so much.
Merry Christmas.

You guys would be
such a great couple.

I mean,
you pretty much are already,

and you guys would have
the cutest kids.

But I don't want any of stuff.

I don't want the...

the picket fence or the...

the family.

Could you run cash
for just a second, please?

Thank you.

And you're still
so sure about that?

Um...

apparently not,
and that's a problem,

because I just...

I just spent the last three days

in my pretend perfect house,

with my pretend perfect baby,

with my pretend
perfect husband...

and suddenly,

I would very much
like for it to be real.

And it could be.

Oh, Jen.

So are you here to work or...?

I would like to be here to work,

but since we posted
about the party online,

uh, the buzz has kind of
gotten out of control,

so I have to go work on that.

Already apologized for that.

Love you.

Do we have enough?

I have no idea.

I think so. Why not?
We can get more.

Listen, millions of people
make dinner every day,

how hard can it be?

Right.

What's happening here?

Uh, groceries.

For Christmas Eve dinner.

You're cooking?

Mom, you... you don't...
You don't cook.

You've never cooked.

Okay, I'm sure
it's gonna be lovely.

If you need help, just scream.

Um, I've gotta go
talk to the caterers.

Have you... Have you seen Max?

Oh, I'm not
your husband's keeper.

What about this?

Hey!

Cheers!

Cheers.

Oh! Hey, will you take him?

Yeah.

Hey, buddy.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey.

So, I crunched the numbers.

It turns out we raised
$27,000 for charity.

Can you believe it?

No. Oh, my goodness. Wow.

Look at us.

Total self-actualization
of the Taylor sisters.

I gotta tell you, I...

despite my doubt and,
you know, baseline rage,

I'm just so grateful to you.

I couldn't have
done this without you.

And it all worked out.

Look, Zoe and Charlie
are leaving tomorrow,

and then we're in the clear.

Yeah, then
we just gotta figure out

what to do
with my online persona

moving forward, forever.

Problem for future us.

Okay.

Thank you so much.
It was nice to meet you.

Oh good, you're here!

Wanna do a story?

Or... we can dance.

Okay, let me just find Alex.

Ah, she can sit this one out.

You did good, hon.

Thank you.

Oh, and exciting news.

Zoe and Charlie can stay
for Christmas Eve dinner.

You invited them?

Well, I floated the idea.

I thought they could do
a big story about it.

That's why you're cooking.

It is about you.

I don't know why I thought
it could be about anything else,

honestly.

It's really classic you, Mom.

What's that supposed to mean?

Now I have to keep
this charade up even longer.

Mom, do you realize

you just do whatever you want
all the time?

You never consider

how it might affect
somebody else...

How it might affect me.

Ever. It's...
It's just...

It is all about you.

And...

I gotta ask...

have you ever thought about,
just for once...

just being my mom first? Ever?

Well, I've tried, Jen...

for years...

but you won't let me.

'Cause you taught me
to do without it.

I don't need it now.

I really could've used it

back then
when I was a child, though.

I don't know what to say, Jen.

I made mistakes.

I wish I would've done
some things differently.

And I really, really hoped
that we could heal...

but...

I think...

it's not really about me...

it's just that
you don't like who you are.

Nice.

Let's just have them shoot
a little B-roll of us dancing.

Seriously?

Zoe, can we have
a single moment just for us?

Yes, but we have
public personas.

And we also have a marriage
that's failing

because we'd rather
perform the role of happy couple

than actually try to live it.

So what, Charlie?

What do you think?

That a few good moments lately

are going to repair
the last few years?

No, I don't...

think that, but...

maybe I hoped it.

Charlie.

Charlie!

You guys okay?

Oh, yeah, we're fine.

No, we're not.

Jen, you might be working

with Zoe and me
in the coming year,

and if so,
you deserve the truth.

Zoe and I are separating.

We'll be making the announcement
in the new year.

I am so sorry.

I thought you guys
were the perfect couple.

There is no perfect couple, Jen.

After all,

you're the first to say
nothing's perfect, right?

Oh, there you are.

Hey.

Where have you been?

I met with
the agency in Portland.

And?

They think moving there
would be better for my career,

and they're right.

But I stayed here for you, Jen.

I'd hoped we'd, um...

Are we gonna
do this together, Jen?

We still don't want
the same things.

Zoe and Charlie
want to go back to the house,

so they're asking
to do the speech for the story.

They want us all on stage.

Okay.

The big, happy family.

Check, check.
Can I have your attention?

Hey, everyone.
Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, friends!

It is so wonderful...

"Jen-uinely" wonderful
to be here with you tonight.

We are livestreaming.

What a special occasion.

Mama.

- Mama.
- What did you just say, Reedy?

Mama.

Yes, Leo, Mama's right here.

Leo Ansel just seems to be
a little confused.

Mama!

No, he's not. He's...

We... We gotta stop.

Ali, we gotta stop.
You take him.

Okay.

Hi.

Hi.

Um...

Everyone, I...

I gotta tell you something.

Uh...

we've been lying.

I... I've been lying.

He's not my baby.

Max is not my husband.

That is not my house.

And that whole perfect

mother-daughter
relationship thing

is absolutely
100% not the thing...

I'm not "Jen T".

I'm not inspirational.

I'm not aspirational.

I am a bus crash,

and a train wreck,

and everything that you've seen
over the last few days...

it wasn't me.

Oh...

Jen,

what is going on here?

Is this, like,
an elaborate stunt?

I can't be "her" anymore,
I'm sorry.

Did you get that?

- Yes.
- Cut it, cut it.

Max!

- Max, I'm sorry!
- Just stop, Jen. Just stop.

I'm so sorry!

I'm sorry,

because now I realize
this is all...

Everything
was just a lie to you.

For me, it wasn't.
I...

Look, I know it was fake,

but it...

it felt real to me.

And that was stupid, though,

because you don't even realize
what your biggest lie was.

What do you mean?

When Charlie and Zoe
asked us why we broke up...

it wasn't because we thought
we'd be better as friends,

it was because you walked away.

Max...

we'd been dating six months,

and it was moving so fast.

And I respected that.

I realized something
the last few days...

and...

or maybe I've known it
all along and I...

I didn't want
to risk our friendship

after we ended things...

but, Jen...

I have never...

not loved you.

Max...

Jen, just...

just stop, just stop it.

I can't do this anymore.

Love me?

No.

Be your friend
and pretend I don't.

I think I saw
a tumbleweed go by.

Yeah, the angry mob
that is social media

didn't really love
your outburst.

Yeah, I can imagine.

I've been staying off it.

Let's just say

you don't really wanna see
what they did with the memes.

I'm so sorry, Jen.

It's all my fault.

I... I pushed and I pushed.

No, I went with it.

It's not your fault.

I actually kinda...

kinda liked some of it.

I liked "Jen T".

I liked...

feeling like
I had my life together.

I liked liking myself.

You do realize
you were being you...

just plus confidence
and minus self-doubt.

Yeah, well, maybe.

Maybe it wasn't exploding
my life over, but...

maybe I needed to...

let go
of who I thought I was to...

become who I was always
meant to be...

or something.

Now, that is a message

that would ring out
as "Jen-uine".

Hey, everyone,

it's Jen.

Actual Jen.

Uh, this is my actual apartment.

And I... I'm doing this live,

'cause I...

desperately wanna be real
with you all.

Um...

I... I know...

that no one's really
very fond of me right now.

Um, and I get it.

It's okay.

I've spent
the vast majority of my life

not being very fond of me, too,

so I understand.

Um, but it's Christmas,

and I think Christmas
is a time for goodness,

and honesty
is a huge part of that.

And I owe you
an enormous apology.

I pretended to be "Jen T"

'cause I, um...

couldn't love Jen.

And...

because I couldn't
love myself...

I couldn't let
anyone else do it either.

Zoe and Charlie, I'm so sorry.

I know you trusted me,
you opened up to me,

you believed in me.

And I...

I realize there's
no coming back from this,

it's a mess.

I am... I'm a mess.

But...

actually,
I'm kind of okay with that,

because, you know,
"bless this mess" or whatever.

Anyway, I just...

I wanted to wish everyone
a happy holiday,

and that we all have a holiday,

where we know

nothing's perfect

and we don't
have to compare ourselves

to anybody else.

And where we realize

that our family

is pretty much

just doing their best,

and embrace that.

And, most importantly,

where we can be
exactly who we are...

and that be okay.

So, I am sorry.

And I say this "Jen-uinely",

from the bottom of my heart.

Happy holidays, everyone.

Thanks.

You want some help
cooking dinner?

I don't know,

I haven't so much as microwaved
a tater tot since 1994.

I need all the help I can get.

- Hey, Jen.
- Hey, Pete.

So, I saw the video.

Pretty powerful stuff.

Did you hear from Max?

Mom, I'm okay.

Let's not...

Look, honey,

I know that you think
that I'm obsessed with love,

because I know that it works.

I want you to know that, too.

All right. Well, I...
I haven't spoken to Max.

Uh, but I saw he took
that job in Portland,

so I guess he...

He's moving there,

and I'm really happy for him.

Honey, you've gotta
fight for him.

I saw the way he looked at you.

It's the same way that
your dad used to look at me.

And more importantly,

it's the same way
you look at him.

I just need... give me a second.

I love you, Mom.

I love you, too.

Um, I gotta...

I'll be back, okay?

Bye, Jen.

Oh, you're still in town! Hi.

We were just about to leave
when we saw your story

and thought
we'd come by the store.

Jen, we obviously

have to disqualify you
from the contest,

if only to set precedent.

We were touched by your video,

because, despite everything,
we enjoyed being here.

We enjoyed you.

And, oddly, it took us
being around the fake

for us to get real.

We're going to keep trying.

But actually
put in the work this time,

and we'll be in touch
about a collaboration.

We've got a slot
in our spring issue

just for you.

But as Jen.

We only want Jen.

Yeah.

Thank you so much.

Yeah, I gotta go.

Last-minute emergency
Christmas gift thing,

so you have a beautiful day.

Thank you.
Thank you.

That's Jen.

Put that on the thing.

Okay, turkey's almost ready!

So, did you hear from Max?

Did he respond?

Continuing to ask me that
is not helping my anxiety.

Mom!

Uh-oh! Oh!

Whoa! Pete!
Move, move!

Can I help?

I'll set the table.

Hey...

Hey.

Thanks for coming.

I would invite you in,

but...

there's a captive audience
in the hallway

that thinks I don't know
they're hiding there.

This is for you.

I thought we agreed no gifts.

We did,

but it's important.

The same present back to me?

I'm classy like that.

I just thought it was
the best way to say thank you.

I was too chicken
to look at the one you gave me,

because...

I think I knew when I did,

I'd see it.

The photos you took are...

they're beautiful.

And I look happy.

And glowy.

And like a version of myself

I thought I'd lost...

a really long time ago.

And in all of them,
I'm looking at you.

You are my best friend
in the whole world.

You know me better than anyone,

so you probably know
I'm terrified right now,

but...

Max, I love you.

I have never not loved you,

and I will always,
always love you.

What are you doing?

- Sorry.
- What are you doing?

I just gotta... I gotta...

This is really important.