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♪ It's Christmastime ♪

Ellie, in case you
hadn't noticed,

there is a Christmas
party happening all around you.

Ah. Sorry. Thank you.

I just-- I love
the Christmas tree,

these candle ornaments
in particular.

They're beautiful.

Yeah. Nastia had them flown
in from Germany.

My mom hung similar
ornaments growing up.

It always made Christmas
feel so special.

Well, maybe this Christmas
will be made special

by your, um,
Parisian promotion?

It's not a done
deal. I mean,

Nastia hasn't even selected

the new fragrance yet.

Oh, come on. Yours is
testing through the roof.

Who's your competition? Eric?
Look at him!

He's dressed like a...

movie theatre usher.

Wow. He's really
kissing up to Nastia.

Oh, we can't have that.

Let's, uh-- let's go wish
them merry Christmas.

Oh, uh--

Svetlana, come over
here for a sec.

Eric! Eric, uh,
Svetlana here

was looking for the,
uh, Rudolph candy cane bar,

And he knows where
it is. He knows.

So why don't you show her,

because you know
where it is?

Um, Nastia.

- Yeah.
- We were just admiring

these beautiful ornaments

that you've generously flown
in... from Europe.

Thank you, Andrew!
I'm so glad you noticed them.

Aren't they just divine?

You know, I actually completely
forgot I ordered them.

Sir-endipity.

Yes. Yes. It's,
uh, s-serendipity,

I think is what
you meant to say.

I mean, they're so elegant
for Christmas, Nastia.

Ah. I
love Christmas,

the gifts especially.

Right. Uh, well,
speaking of gifts,

we were just wondering
maybe, uh, if you've decided

to choose your
new scent?

Not yet.

I will before Christmas.

I hear they're
testing really well.

- Oh.
- Maybe we have

a Christmas reveal party.
Much bigger.

Glitter cannons. A balloon
drop. Oh, my gosh.

We can get Santa to spray next
year's holiday scent

all over the crowd.

Y-Yeah. You know what?

I mean, this is
a party,

and, uh, it's
Christmas,

so you could just
reveal it right here.

It's the perfect venue.
Really good time to--

No, it's not...
big enough,

but, um, next week.

Just contact
my assistant, okay?

Merry Christmas.

Merry... Christmas.

M-Merry Christmas.

And she's off.

Yeah. Don't worry. I am
going to stay on her.

Even if I have to
put it in skywriting,

I will be on it.

Andrew, please.
The work is done.

Our scent is submitted.

If you stress, I
will stress.

You're right. You're right. I--
I don't want to do that,

because you don't
need any more stress.

You've been working so
many hours, late nights.

Uh, where are you going
again? New Hampshire?

- Is that, like, on purpose?
- My dad is expecting me.

It's our first Christmas
without my mom, so...

Oh. Oh. Sorry.

Well, couldn't he,
you know, come to you?

No. He runs
our family business,

a candle shop,

and Christmas
is the busy season.

I-- I think
he needs my help.

Right. Of course.

Well, it must be less stressful
than working for Nastia.

I don't know.

Dad has just about
as many photos of himself

around the house, without
the thigh-high boots

and he's holding up
fish, but...

Really? Somehow, I
think I'd prefer that.

Anyway, um,
enjoy yourself tonight.

I will keep
tabs on Nastia,

and maybe we'll get a Parisian
Christmas present for you?

Santé to that.

Santé?

Oh. It's French. Right.

Cheers.

Au revoir.

Hi there. Are you here
to pick up an order?

No. Um--

Oh. Well, then you
have excellent taste.

Those candles are made by
the owner himself.

Yeah. The last candle-maker
in a long line

- of specialized craftsmen.
- Specialized?

Rumor has it the family's
been here for over 100 years,

descendants of elves.

- Elves?
- Oh, yeah.

Left the North Pole for
a better life.

You know, Santa's
great and all,

but who wouldn't want to
be their own boss?

- Mm.
- They passed down

their excellent craftsmanship

from the workshop
through the generations.

You know, this cottage is
said to be an exact replica

of their workshop.

Really? Because I always
thought it was, um,

Portsmouth's
original schoolhouse.

Well, that was
before they moved in.

- Oh.
- Hmm.

And the whole family are, uh,
descendants of elves?

I mean, they
seem so... tall.

Well, don't you think they'd
have a little bit magic?

They blend that
into every candle.

So, how many can
I put you down for?

Dad!

Ellie! Oh,
you're home!

Merry Christmas.

I didn't know
you hired help.

Huh? Oh, this is
Logan Osborne.

He's my
first Airbnb guest.

Oh, at Christmas?
I thought

we were going to talk
before you listed.

I got antsy. Besides, the
more, the merrier.

He's in town writing an article
for Travelique Magazine.

That's it.
Right. Yeah.

Trying to write on
Christmas in New England.

Well, you're
in the right place.

We take Christmas very
seriously here in Portsmouth.

And that's what I'm
looking for: a unique story

that only can
be experienced here.

Logan is an experienced storyteller.

I read several
of his articles,

even before
he became a guest.

Oh. Thanks, Jamar.

And the story about the family
of elves was very amusing.

Yeah. You know, a
good story sells anything,

and you got to admit.
I almost had you

- buying those candles.
- Well, personally,

I would have focused more
on the candles.

Speaking of,
um, Dad, uh...

Hmm?

What's going on
with these candles?

I'm having trouble
with the antique molds.

Candles aren't
turning out as well.

Is everything okay?

Of course. I just have to
work out the kinks.

Candle-making is not in my DNA
like you... or your mother.

The Baileys,
my wife's family,

they, uh, they were one of the
original founders of Portsmouth.

Always had a candle
cottage on the property.

We've upgraded over
the years,

but, uh--
- always a work in progress.

That is what is so
wonderful about Christmas.

Everything works out.

I totally agree.

I mean, this article almost
didn't come together,

and then I found Jamar
on the 11th hour.

You know, I actually wanted
to talk more about you.

Um, Lohan?

Are you a
responsible person?

Like, have you ever
left the door unlocked

or keys in the car? Stove on?
Have you ever left a--

Forgive her. She's
always been cautious.

Logan is responsible.

He even loves
my Christmas cocoa.

You've already made him
Christmas cocoa?

Mm.

How long have you
been here?

A week. But when you know, you know.

Right, Jamar?

We're best buds.

And, um, how long does
it take to write an article?

Ah, well, it takes
time to find my focus,

and with so many things going
on, it's hard to choose.

But it makes
life interesting.

Well, break's over. I must
get back to my candle-making.

- I'm behind.
- Well, how behind?

Oh, I still have 10 orders
to fill before Christmas

and many more
to deliver.

Uh... Ah. These
go to the tavern.

Oh, I'll take them.

Gives me an excuse
to see Mindee.

- Well, how can I help?
- You can, um...

find your focus.

I'll be back soon, Dad.

Nice meeting you.

Bye!

Mindee!

Ellie!

So good to see you!

I'm so happy to
see you.

Oh.

I come
bearing gifts.

Ah. Yes.

I thought we were going
to have to switch to all LEDs.

Oh, that
is blasphemy.

Well, your dad's just been
pretty backed up.

Oh. Has it
been that bad?

You know what? Christmas
can be chaotic,

and he's
on his own now.

Stuff happens.

- Sit, please.
- Okay.

How are you?

How is the glamorous world
of fragrance?

Nastia's new scent?

Am I an insider now?

No, seriously. Does this mean

that I can brag about being
on the cutting edge of beauty?

We'll see. I
mean, I hope so.

If she likes it,

I'm off to Paris.

What? Paris.

When? What would
you be doing there?

Executive VP.

Although part of me will
miss those late nights

being creative
in the lab.

Oh, and here I thought
you were just, you know,

drinking cosmos at
some trendy club every night.

Oh, please. I'm in bed
before the clubs even open.

But I do like a
good cosmo,

or better yet,

Mindee's cider.

- Hold that thought.
- Oh.

- I'm keeping this.
- Please. It's for you.

I can't believe
you still do that!

It's faster!

Alright.

My new
Christmas cider.

Oh!

- Right?
- So good.

We're premiering it
at the wassailing party,

which, by the way, I have
invited the historical society

this year. It's going to be
big. You have to come.

I'll try, but I feel like
my dad needs a lot of help.

Well, you're here,
and you'll be a huge help.

And we are all so happy
you're home for Christmas.

How did you manage
to get the time off?

Making up for my
absence last year.

I didn't want
him to be alone.

Little did I know,
he has a new best friend.

Yeah, the handsome
Logan Osborne.

Wait. You've
met him?

Sure. Hey,
it's big news

to have a writer from
Travelique in town.

Also, I wanted him to
mention the tavern,

so I thought maybe you
could bring that up.

You know, give you a
chance to chat.

Oh, pass. I am
not even going there.

Yeah. Too bad about the
hot man staying in your house

who your
dad loves. Sad.

What more do you want
for Christmas there, greedy?

All I want for Christmas is
a promotion to Paris.

Eh, it's
the 21st century.

You can
have it all.

I did have it all.

Not possible.

Ugh. Tyler.

That's ancient history.
Don't let the past

get in the way of your
Christmas present.

Well, I wish the past didn't
linger in the present.

But on the
bright side,

Tyler did teach me a
valuable lesson.

Never be
someone's option.

Amen.

But you still have to
at least flirt with Logan.

I mean, it's Christmas.
Give me something.

- Mindee!
- What?

- Stop!
- It's flirting.

- I just got here.
- Come on.

Hey. Wait up.

Are you
following me?

No. I'm writing.

You're walking.

It's all up here.

Ah.

I love bumping into
familiar faces.

It's what I love
about small towns.

Oh, did you grow up
in a big city?

Lots of them.

My family moved
around a lot.

My dad was
in the army.

Oh, is that why you
became a travel writer?

Traveling part
came easy,

but I don't like to stick
with one thing for too long.

That's probably why I
haven't written my novel.

I never really had
any roots, so the idea

of staying in one
place for too long,

- it's not for me.
- Mm.

How about
you? Your dad says

you're the best
at making candles.

How come he's running
the business and not you?

Short answer: I
wanted more.

And as a rebellious teen,
I couldn't very well

follow in my
mom's footsteps,

even though she tried.

And, uh, right after I graduated
with my degree in chemistry,

I got a job offer
from Nastia.

The supermodel?

Yes. It's a big
global brand.

Candle-making in Portsmouth just
didn't have the same appeal.

But it's your
family's legacy.

I mean, that's special.
And who knows.

You could have taken
it to the world stage.

Probably best
I didn't.

My mom was a tough act to
follow. She had a gift.

She would
always say,

"One candle can
defy any darkness."

- Wow. That is... beautiful.
- Hmm.

I'm going to use that
in a story someday.

Thank you,
Sarah Reddy.

How do you
know her name?

Oh, your dad talks
about her a lot.

- It's nice.
- Huh.

I keep hearing about
these Christmas candles.

Jamar said that
they started

from your mom's
side of the family.

Yeah. The
Christmas candles--

I didn't see any in
the workshop.

Surely there must
be orders for them.

No idea.

And-and my mom didn't start the
Christmas candle tradition,

but she loved the fable.

Wait. You mean the folklore
about the Christmas couple

that were supposed to get
married on Christmas Day?

The groom
got lost in a snowstorm,

but the bride
had unwavering faith,

so she made candles and
lit an entire evergreen

to guide him home on
Christmas Day.

And she made a wish, right?

Wow. You really do
do your research.

Well, there's
different variations,

but everyone
agrees it happened.

And according to my mom,

the candle has
a secret ingredient that,

when burned on Christmas,
grants wishes.

That's the fairytale part.

You don't believe it?

Well, of course not.
It's not realistic.

But she did.

That's why she
made the candles -

to honor the couple.
That was her fantasy.

I never got into it.

Would you like a ride home?

No, I'm good.

I like to walk.

Okay.

Goodnight, Logan.

Night, Ellie.

- Hey, Dad.
- Hey, Ellie.

Um, are you not making
Christmas candles this year?

I tried.

They came out all wrong.

Horrible.

I-I can't figure it out.

I'm missing some...
key ingredient.

Well, I'm sure Mom
wrote it down somewhere.

I looked everywhere.

I was hoping you may know.

No, no.

We were supposed to make them
together last Christmas, but...

Ah.

I thought I could figure it out
before this Christmas.

I only have that one left.

Tell me the truth;
how is the business doing?

I... don't think it can survive
till next Christmas.

We lost too many orders,

and the Haggerty's account...

Dad, that's our biggest account.

I tried to keep them,

but they only want
Christmas candles.

Well,
we can't lose Mama's legacy.

Christmas would
never be the same.

I'll try and
figure out the formula,

and I'll see what I can do
about finding another buyer.

That would be...
a Christmas miracle.

I'm so glad you are home!

Oh...

Why don't you go to bed?

I'll clean up.

Okay?

Goodnight, Ellie.

Dad!

Dad! Dad!

Oh my gosh!
Are you okay?

- Oh...
- Let's get you inside.

I can't believe I slipped.

You know I have
cat-like reflexes.

Dad, even a lion
would slip on ice.

Okay, this doesn't look too bad,

but we should still
get it checked out.

It will be fine. I'm tough,

and I can't afford
to be out of commission.

I need to keep
the few orders I do have.

I'll take over.

But it's your vacation.

It's all good.

But if we're going
to save this business,

I need to find out
that missing ingredient.

Good morning.

Morning.

Everything okay?

Yeah. I'm trying to make sense
of this ordering system.

My dad writes them down on
whatever paper he has available.

I mean, I found one order
on a grocery receipt.

No wonder
the business is a mess.

Okay, this is going to
take me hours to organize,

and I still have
candles to make.

Well, you can start
simple e-com platform

with an order
fulfillment system.

A what?

Sorry, I'm a chemist,
not a member of the geek squad.

Don't worry about it.
I'll whip something up.

It's fine.

You don't have to say the day.

You probably have work to do.
It's okay.

I am not slaying
dragons over here,

and distraction is part
of my writing process.

It helps when I have
writer's block.

That is a strange philosophy,

but I won't turn down free work.

Wait, there's no pay?

Um...

Just kidding. Just kidding.

Come on, give me those receipts.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Oh, who's this pretty lady?

That is my great-great great
grandmother Abigail.

My mom was obsessed with her.

Why?

Well, she was amazing.

At the turn of the century,

during the height of the
Industrial Revolution,

when other people
were opening sweatshops,

Abigail opened the manor to
immigrants of all races,

religions and creeds, and she
gave them jobs -

some at the cider mill,
some making candles -

with a living wage and safe
working conditions.

And not just a place to sleep,
but to call home.

Not permanent,

but enough to give them
a leg up in their new life.

Huh.
Wow, that is amazing.

Right?
My mom always thought

the Christmas candle
tradition started with her

and her husband Benjamin.

Wait.
That's the folklore

about the couple
that was lost in the snow.

Yeah, she had this crazy idea
that it could be them,

but I doubt it.

Why not?

Well, first of all,
there's no record

of it actually ever happening.

I think it's just one of those
stories that we tell

at Christmas time
to make us feel good.

I mean, but we do know that
Abigail did make candles

and give them to everyone in
town as Christmas presents,

and our candles started
as an homage to her.

- Do you mind?
- Yeah, sure.

Oh.

What's this?

Okay,

this was found with some water
damaged letters in the manor.

My mom was convinced
the locket belonged to Abigail

and she was intent
on finding it.

Did she?

She thought she found it
online in an auction,

but she was outbid. Hang on.

My dad had a picture
somewhere, I think.

Ah, look. Here.

Perfect match.

Right?

I always wanted to
find it for her.

That special, huh?

It meant a lot to her.

I'm not sure why,
but I felt it too.

What if it's true?

What if Benjamin and Abigail
are the Christmas couple?

Well, you would solve
a great mystery.

This would be great
for my article.

Do you mind if
I make copies of this?

No.
Knock yourself out.

Oh, and if you stumble
on any secret ingredients

to the Christmas candle,
that would be helpful.

Wait.
You don't know the recipe?

What would Abigail say?

Hopefully, apologize for
never writing it down.

Ouch. That's cold.

Hey.

Hi. I was, uh--
I was just finishing up here.

Oh, take your time.

Wow, you really got a lot done.

Yeah, I hope I got
these orders right.

Wow. You Bailey's really
do have a magic touch.

I mean, Jamar is nice and all,

but it doesn't have
quite the same finesse.

How do you mean?

I mean, the wicks
are perfectly straight,

and there's no seam
from the cast.

It's immaculate.

That just doesn't happen.

Yeah, it takes
a lot of patience.

You really do
notice the details.

Yeah, blame it on the day job.

Oh...

I got all your
orders organized.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Wow, you can actually read that.

Here's the admin,

and you can see your
orders in real-time.

Wait. Can my dad work this?

If he can play solitaire,
he can use this.

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Yeah, no problem.

So, I found out some more info
on Abigail and Benjamin.

Turns out Benjamin
had no status at all.

Oh, scandalous.

Yes! I mean,

he must have done something
to win the family over.

I mean, they got married, right?

Here's the real question -
did you find anything

on the Christmas candle?

Because I have been
dissecting all day

and I still can't
figure out one ingredient.

It's different than
the other candles,

both in its texture
and the scent.

Well, there can't be
that many options.

I mean,
maybe it's whale blubber.

You got any of
that laying around?

No, it's definitely not that.

The more I research
Christmas candles,

the more I think it's
more than just an homage.

I mean...

maybe we could dig a little
deeper when you have some time.

Um, there is no "we" in this.

This is your article.

But it's your family,

and I really think
there's a story here.

You know, this could be the
greatest romance ever told.

Well, if you write it, it'll be
the greatest romance ever sold.

There's a difference.

Fables are a fiction told for
entertainment purposes only.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna prove
that some fables are real.

Okay, then, um...

happy writing. And...

thanks again for the website.

Yeah. It was nothing.

Bye.

See you later.

Ooh, cider and caroling?

Love the wassailing set-up!

Thank you.

Let's hope the
tourism board agrees.

Look,
I made something for you.

The new Christmas candles?

Not exactly.
I'm still working on those.

But I made these this morning,

and I thought that they would be
a perfect match for wassailing.

Yes! They smell like...

Christmas tree and a
hint of orange.

- Bingo.
- It's perfect.

I'm gonna need
more for Saturday.

Well, with my new
ordering system,

I think I can handle it.

Check it out.

Look.

Wow. When did you
have time to do all this?

Logan did it.

Hmm... Logan,
what a prince.

Bring him
to wassailing.

No. I am not
asking him out.

The man is writing an article on
Christmas traditions.

Wassailing is a classic.
You'd be doing him a favor.

Oh...

And me.

Stay on the nice list.

I'll see you Saturday, Mindee.

Naughty.

Dad, you should be resting.

I'm not in a body cast.

Oh, and he's really good
at telling me what to do.

You have to get
the right balance.

Okay, please.
Dad, take a seat.

Thank you.

Here.

I'll swap you.
You do the mantle

and I will do the tree.

All right.

Oh...

These are nice.

- No!
- No, no, no!

The Christmas candles
go in there.

It's tradition.

Yeah, Mom made a special pair

specifically for those candlesticks.

Um...

Where are they?

Let me check
if there are more boxes.

Okay.

Where did you get these?

Mom says they were
a family heirloom.

But who knows?

This is a genuine
maker's mark.

This will give you insight to
when and where it was made.

Really?

What do you know...

I got a buddy out in Vegas

who deals with antiques
and special metals.

I've helped him
research a few pieces.

He might be able to help.

Another one of your distractions.

I like backstories. Besides...

...these might be more
than just candlesticks.

I mean, and why do you put
Christmas candles in them?

Where does the
tradition come from?

Maybe you should be
in the press corps.

Oh, no more boxes.

Really?

Ah. My buddy said he'll send me
a list of appraisers later.

I might be able to find out
their history on them.

Can I borrow them?

Sure. If you can find out where
they were made, take them.

I'd love to know.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

These candlesticks are not
leaving my sight.

Your mom knew they were special.
Maybe now, we can find out why.

Fine.

Call the appraisers first.

If they can help,
then we'll visit.

Great.
How about tomorrow?

I can't. I have a meeting at
Seaport Souvenirs tomorrow -

potential new buyers.

Can I tag along?

Why?

Research.

And I love souvenir shops.

I love finding keychains with my
name on it; gives me a thrill.

Fine, but no chiming in, please.

Oh, look, a story.
Bet these sell.

Good. We'll be different.

Ellie! Nice to meet you!

Thank you so much
for making time, Jack.

I know Christmas
is your busy season.

My pleasure.

Did you want to purchase?

Oh...
No, I'm good. Thanks.

Uh... Um... This is my--

I mean, this is Logan Osbourne.

Logan Osborne -
the travel writer?

- You know him, too?
- We're thrilled

that you're covering our little
New Hampshire Christmas.

My wife and I
are big fans of yours.

We follow you on social media.

So, should we talk candles?

Yeah. Right this way.

- Okay.
- Logan, are you coming?

Yeah.

Oh, and
keychains are on the house.

Take as many as you'd like.

♪ In the air,
it's start to feel ♪

Great stuff, Ellie, but our
customers prefer something

well, extraordinary
for Christmas.

You understand.

Of course.
Thanks anyway, John.

I'll be in touch.
Maybe you'll change your mind.

And Logan,
good luck with that article.

I can't wait to read it.

Great meeting you.

You two have a merry Christmas!

- Thanks.
- Thank you. Merry Christmas.

♪ Everywhere, it's starting
to look like Christmas.

Don't.

Extraordinary.

You're back early.

Where's Logan? Ah.

Seaport was a bust.

Oh...
Don't worry.

We'll make it work.
We've survived worse.

Yeah, but this was Mom's legacy.

I feel like I'm letting her
down, like it's all my fault.

- You could never let her down.
- You're being nice.

I know she was disappointed
when I chose New York,

and I never helped her
make Christmas candles.

She wanted to pass on the torch
and I wasn't there.

She may have had hopes,

but she wanted you to
fulfill your dreams.

Oh...

I miss her.

Me too...
every day...

and especially now.

You know, I met her my first
Christmas in this country.

I'll never
forget seeing her

for the first time in
the window of the cottage,

making that candle I had ordered
for Amma in Kochi.

I couldn't tell where
the flame began or ended.

She was just this...

...beautiful kaleidoscope.

I could sure you some
of her light right now.

You were our light.

Thanks, Dad.

Hey, Andrew.

Hey. I have news from Nastia.

She picked Eric.

No, not-- not, uh...
Not exactly.

Eric hasn't sent his in yet.

So, is this good news?

I would say
it's horrific news.

Nastia tried your scent

and she had a complete
emotional breakdown.

I'm talking hyperventilating,
the whole nine yards.

I don't understand.

Apparently, she got
locked inside an Ikea

when she was a child,
and they found her hiding

under the blankets of a
pine bed set of all things.

This isn't happening.

Yes, yes, it is happening.

A couple of Ativans and a few
martinis later, she calmed down,

but I guess she's been in group
therapy for this for years.

Okay.

Anyway,
I covered for you, all right?

I told her that you accidentally
took your scent with you

and that you'd be
sending it in.

No, but that was my scent.
I worked on it for months.

Well, you can't admit to
that because she'll--

she'll report you
for a chemical attack.

Okay, so, I have to make
an entirely new scent.

How much time do I have?

Before Christmas.

This is gonna take
a Christmas miracle.

Yeah, well, if anyone can do it,

you can, all right?

I'll have the labs
open for you 24/7.

No, no, I have to stay here.

I can manage.

Okay, okay.
Well, you see, the thing is

it's gotta smell
like Christmas, right?

It's gotta smell like Christmas.

Okay? Just make sure of that.

But not an actual
Christmas tree.

No, no, no! Not a Christmas
tree. Okay? It cannot--

cannot smell
like a Christmas tree.

Let's stay away from that.

Okay, thanks, Andrew.
I'll get to work.

Look, I know this whole
thing is very strange,

it's very weird, but let's just
keep our eyes on the prize here.

Okay? Eyes on the prize
- Paris.

Think about Paris.
Alright? I believe in you.

What smells
like Christmas?

I saw the light
on from the house.

Yeah.

Mmm...

Your dad's hot cocoa?

Oh, yes, please.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

Wait.

Do you think this
smells like Christmas?

I think it smells
like hot chocolate.

Yeah, yeah, of course.

- Working on a new candle?
- No perfume.

My boss called. Apparently,
Nastia got lost in IKEA as a kid

and now has PTSD
from a pine bedroom suite.

What?

Don't ask.

The point is I have
until Christmas Eve

to make a brand new perfume.

- Six days?
- Yeah.

Ah, that's okay.

Van Gogh painted Sunflowers
in four days

and Stallone wrote
Rocky in three days.

Masterpieces don't have
to take that long.

You're in good company.

I certainly am.

- What's this?
- Mm.

Some old wax I found
in my mom's storage.

Oh. Do you think you
can make any candles?

Maybe two.

Do you want to make a candle?

I would love to.

I mean, I'd be great research
for my article -

"Christmas by Candlelight."

Oh.

And I can prove to you

that distractions are good
for creative process.

Okay, fine, fine. I could use a
break from perfume making.

All right.

Okay. Take your coat off,
have a seat at the station.

I'll get you an apron.

Oh...

All right, here.
This should fit.

Uh, like this.

I need a little help.

Yeah, sure.

Um...

Um...

All right, so, now,

you are going to
pick up the wax,

and with this shaver...

shave it into the pot.

Whoa, whoa, Whoa. Slow down.

This is art.

What's this scent, anyway?

It wasn't labelled,
but maybe bayberry.

Um... do you mind?

No. Please.

Okay, let me show you something.

It's better if you
hold it like this, and then,

if you just put a
little bit of pressure...

Yeah, that's it.

Let it slide down the wax.

There we go.

All right, so, now,

we're gonna take
the wooden spoon,

gonna give it a stir.

- May I?
- Yeah, of course.

You'll feel it's
quite thick at the bottom.

You want to really
make sure all that heat...

I'm gonna get you to hold this.

But be careful.
Hold it by the handle

'cause it's gonna
be very hot.

Okay.

Now, ladle...

this wax into...

There we go.

I am gonna hold
these wicks straight

and you're gonna,
very carefully,

pour the hot wax
into this mold.

That's it.

Oh, very good.

Oh, I really trust you.

This is actually
really fun.

Yeah. That's good.

Oh, perfect.

Perfect.
We just hold these straight.

Once they've cooled...

Wow.

Very good for a first try.

Follow me.

And here,
I'll let you do the honors.

Just make sure they're
perfectly balanced here.

And...

let them dry overnight.

Hm.

This is a long process.

The best things
in life usually are.

They take time
to follow through.

That's hard in the world of
instant gratification.

Well, patience is also an art.

How do you think candles
stood the test of time?

Well, my mom used to say candles
are a reflection of ourselves.

Here.

The wax is the body,

the wick is the mind,

and together they
give home to the flame -

the spark of life.

And the heart...

The heart is the candle's love.

And that's how it
defies darkness.

And why it stands
the test of time.

Each candle is different,

but they all serve
the same purpose.

Is that what makes
them special at Christmas?

Yeah, that--

that is what makes
them special at Christmas.

Um...

Candles are here to stay.

I'll put that in my article.

Yes, they have...
exceptional longevity.

Yeah, especially
that bayberry wax.

How old do you think that is?

Oh, of course.
Of course, of course.

It's been in front
of me the whole time.

Bayberry grows on the property.

This is it.
This is the missing ingredient.

Did we just make
Christmas candles?

I think so.

Sorry. I'm so excited.

I'm just happy I could help.

You know what?
I could use more of your help.

I have to make candles

for wassailing at the tavern.
Are you in?

Hmm... On two conditions.

One, I get to keep one,

and two, we get to go
wassailing afterwards.

Hmm...

Yes and yes.

Sit down. I'm gonna
give you some more wax.

I see how this is.

Yeah. Okay.

♪ There's a season ♪

I've always loved
that song.

Wow. Are all those
one order?

Making wassailing
extra special.

You got those done
all so quick.

Well, I had some
help, actually.

- Are the candles ready?
- Yeah.

I would have
helped you bring these in.

That's okay. Look.

So, what do you think, Jamar?

Can I add candlemaker
to my resume?

Very good. Better than me.

But wait. I have a real
Christmas surprise. Ready?

Are these Christmas candles?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.
I found some extra wax

and Logan helped me
find the missing ingredient -

bayberry.

Bayberry, of course.

Oh...

Now, Christmas is complete.

And you can make more.

Oh yeah,
I've made some for Mindee,

and I've already
picked more bayberry

and have started the process
of turning it into wax.

Wait. Let's light 'em.

Oh, no, no. I don't want
to be late for Mindee.

Dad, are you riding with us?

I think I'll sit this one out,

what with my injured
wassailing hand and all.

Dad, you've always been
such a terrible liar.

What are you up to?

I'm just needing to do
some more decorating? Go.

Okay.

Enjoy your date.

- What?
- Oh, no, no.

It's not a date.

Yeah, it's certainly
not a date.

- No.
- No.

No, no.
Two beautiful young people

out for a night of fun and
merriment, nothing like a date.

I don't know why I thought that.

Bye, Dad.

Joker.

Enjoy the wassailing.

♪ Magic is falling ♪

♪ Straight from the sky ♪

♪ Covering everything ♪

♪ Glistening white ♪

♪ Jack Frost is fine... ♪

This is a great turnout.

Yeah.

That must be the tourism board.

Very festive.

Really?

In ugly Christmas sweaters?

I thought they'd be wearing
suits or something.

Ugly?
I think it's quite stylish.

- Uh...
- Okay.

So, I guess it's a good thing

I didn't wear my light-up
reindeer ears.

A very good thing.

Okay.

I feel like we need
to liven things up.

Why don't you do
the Yuletide blessing?

Come on, you are a Bailey.

No way, Mindee.

Bah humbug to you.
You are just lucky

that I love these new
Christmas candles so much.

You're welcome.

Yuletide blessing?

When Portsmouth was
first being settled,

the Lord and Lady of every manor

would give a blessing to the people,

you know, going door to door,
singing carols, drinking cider.

Wow, a true Christmas tradition.

And my mom would
do it every year.

She was a total natural.
That's not me.

Hey, don't sell yourself short.

Only you could have
found bayberry.

I think the bayberry found me.

Alright, so, now that you've
made Christmas candles,

what's gonna be
your Christmas wish?

Ah! Romance.

You know, some of us just
want a successful career.

You know, you can have it all.

Hm. Not in my experience.

Oh, so bleak.

No. Look, I thought I had it,
fairy tale and all.

But let's just say my ex
preferred to be a free agent.

Skeptic candlemaker

doesn't trust them to
come back from the storm.

True statement?

Um, snow is pretty,
but it clouds the judgment.

I find tropical
climates more practical.

So, why not do both?
That's what I do. A nomad.

But don't you ever get
lonely on the road?

No. I guess I've always been a
grass is greener kind of guy.

And I know better,

you know, grass is just grass.

But you know, when you're
always on the move,

relationships are hard.

And you never want
a place to call home?

Someday, when I find it.

But imagine

what you could accomplish
if you stayed in one place.

You know, the grass
becomes a garden.

I bet you'd find that novel idea
a lot easier if you did.

Ellie, I think great stories
are like love -

you don't go looking for them;
they'll find you.

Oh, they're leaving!

What do I do?
Comp them more drinks?

Dance a ceremonial jig?

Calm down. Uh...

I'm just saying,
if your mom were here,

she would say the blessing,
tell a great story,

and bring down the house.

Um...

Uh...
what are you doing?

I'm not sure.

Oh!

I am so sorry!

I'll give this right back.

Uh...

Um...

The Lady of Bayberry Hill

wishes to bestow a blessing.

May love and joy come to you

on this eve of wassailing.

Drink from my cup!

Whoo!

And may Yuletide blessings
shower you and yours

as the falling snow.

May your voices rise up
and song to the heavens.

Um...

♪ Here we come
a-wassailing ♪

♪ Among the leaves
so green ♪

♪ Here we come
a-wand'ring ♪

♪ So fair to be seen ♪

♪ Love and joy
come to you ♪

♪ And to you
your wassail too ♪

♪ And God bless you
and send you ♪

♪ A happy New Year ♪

♪ And God send you

♪ A happy New Year ♪

Whoo!

Oh my gosh.

Wow.

This was one of my mom's
Christmas traditions.

I can't believe
my dad did all this.

I love your family traditions.
It's nice.

Yeah.

Imagine when they used
to use real candles

to decorate these trees.

But I bet it was
a lot less safe.

Yeah.

Hey, do you want to
go for a drive tomorrow?

I have to check my schedule.

Oh.
Such a busy lady.

Well, I've got so many orders to
fulfil now, thanks to you.

Well,
I hope you like antiques.

Hi, welcome.

- How can I help you?
- Hi.

I'm Logan Osborne.

I believe I spoke
to you over the phone.

- Right, about the candlesticks.
- Yeah.

- All-righty.
- Oh.

- What do you think?
- Oh my...

Well, this is very interesting.

This is...
clearly very special.

Would you be willing
to sell or trade?

I don't know.
Maybe an engagement ring?

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

Actually, they're
a family heirloom.

Her family's from around here.

Really? The silversmith

didn't make many pieces,
but they were all a variety.

But do you know his name?

Yeah. Um, Bailey,

Benjamin Bailey.
You know him?

- I'm related.
- Oh, well, that's wonderful.

Yeah.

Listen, let me go on the back.

Sometimes you can find pieces
and found lists, registries.

Let me take a look.

Okay. Thank you.

I can't believe
these candlesticks

go back to Abigail and Benjamin.

No, seriously,
I thought 1940s tops.

My mom would be
over the moon right now.

Aren't you glad you came?

Yes.

Well, like I said,
not many pieces.

This is a list of
everything that's registered.

But this is just
a series of numbers.

Is there any way of finding
out what the objects are?

I'm afraid not.

Well, we're looking specifically

for a locket with a
Christmas tree engraved on it.

Do you think any of these might
be it?

Uh, maybe.
There's just no way of knowing.

Well, this is still
incredible to have.

Thank you so much.

My family makes candles as an
homage to the Candle Couple.

I love that story.
Oh, it just...

It gives me faith that...

anything is possible
at Christmas.

Here, please.

Oh, that's so kind of you.
Thank you so much.

Of course.

Yeah, there's something
about that scent,

it just reminds me of Christmas.

Mmm...

The warm bayberry
mixed with the cool metal.

Thank you, Logan.

Wait a minute.

Oh,
sounds like you have a lead.

Uh, yeah. I don't know
if this will help,

but Benjamin's shop
was in Richmond Hill,

and the Old Inn -

that's right - um,

they might have records of
Benjamin or his work.

The gentleman who owns the place
- a history fanatic,

and he has an
awful lot of documents

and record books.

- We've gotta go.
- Okay. Okay.

- Thank you.
- Okay!

- Thank you.
- Thank you so much.

- You're welcome. Good luck.
- Merry Christmas.

- Thank you. Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas and thank you.

Welcome. Can I get you a drink?
I recommend Washington's eggnog.

- As in George Washington?
- Is there another?

His very own Christmas recipe.

Oh. Two, please.

I am going to join you
and make it three.

- All right.
- For you.

And for you.

And for me makes three.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Now I know how they stayed warm
on the battlefield.

Why, yes, sir.

And the rest, as they say,
is history.

You two need menus?

Um, actually, we're here digging
up some local history.

Well, you came
to the right place;

my family has owned this tavern
since it was built in the 1700s.

Well, a silversmith
made this around 1880.

His maker's mark
is on the back.

- May I?
- Please.

He had a shop in Richmond Hill.
His name was Benjamin Bailey.

If I recall, the Baileys used to
own Bayberry Hill in Portsmouth.

She's a Bailey.

We're trying to find out
more about her ancestry.

A Bailey, huh?

Ah, come with me.

I'll show you the good stuff.
You can come, too.

Follow me.

Right down here.
Watch your step.

Well, you should be able
to find more information

about Bailey... down here.

Oh...

I'm also writing an
article about a young couple

that got married
on Christmas Day.

The story goes that the groom
got lost in a snowstorm

and the bride literally
a Christmas candle

to guide him home.
Do you know anything about that?

Well, we have a few stories of
men lost in snowstorms.

You're welcome to search,

if you have the
perseverance to find it.

Please, join us
when you're done.

Thank you.

- Yeah, thanks.
- Have fun.

If you need anything,
name's Elijah.

You know, the Christmas party
sounds a lot more fun.

Oh, no, no, no.
You brought us here.

We should try.

Maybe we'll find
something interesting.

Yeah, okay.

Come on.

- Ooh!
- Come here. Let me help you.

Thank you.

What is that?

It's a song sheet about...

candlesticks.

"Oh through the snow

"and darkest of night,

"The Candlestick Man fell
to the cold winter's blight.

"Struck down to his knees,
his flame near extinguished,

"The locket he made,
he let go and relinquished."

Do you think this is about
Benjamin and Abigail?

Let's find Elijah.

I remember this song.

This could be about
a real person.

Most of the ones written
in this era were.

What era is that?

Oh, 1860s...
maybe '70s.

It was a popular pub song,
especially at Christmas.

It has to be about
Benjamin and Abigail.

I mean, it even
talks about the locket.

Too bad we didn't
have the locket

and could just check
at the maker's mark.

I mean, otherwise,
this is all wishful thinking.

Well, if you're looking
for a story about a locket,

you should go to
Mrs. Waterford's.

It was a boarding house
between here and Portsmouth.

They have a beautiful
holiday light walk.

Weekends only.

One of their displays
is a locket of love.

Maybe it'll help your search.

When is your article due?

December 24th.
We can make it.

Thank you so much.

- My pleasure.
- Thank you.

Merry Christmas.

- Cheers.
- Good luck.

Bottoms up.

Mmm. Yeah.

Ooh, that'll put
hair on your chest.

- Yeah!
- Thank you!

- Don't drive.
- Thank you.

Good morning!

Morning.

Are we ready to
land a new client?

Yes I am.

All right. So,
who are we meeting with?

Jane Mitchell
from Rocaway Resorts.

Oh. Um... What about
the Christmas candles?

Oh, no, Rocaway is
very high-end;

they're not
interested in stories.

So, I am just going to
stick to the basics.

Okay then.

Oh, by the way, I talked to
my buddy about your locket.

I emailed him a copy
of the auction photo.

I'm hoping he can
track down some details.

Oh, I hope so.
I'm rooting for them.

Yeah, I'm hoping he
can give us a lead.

Yeah.

- How does everything look?
- Oh, great.

I don't know why,
I'm so nervous.

Don't be.

Mr. Busbee?

Jane normally does
the buying for my resorts,

but after your... intriguing
performance at wassailing,

I thought I'd come down and...

check out a little
local history for myself.

You're Rocaway Resorts.

I prefer Raymond.

Raymond. Absolutely.

It's so nice to see you again.

Um, please, right this way.

So, as you can see,
we have a variety of candles

in various scents

and colors,
for every season.

They are all are all
non-toxic, and vegan,

and cruelty-free.

Everything we make here
is done on the premises,

as it has been, uh, for--

I am so sorry to interrupt.

But I just found these
last two candles -

the historical bayberry candles.

I'm writing an article about
them for Travelique Magazine.

- Is that right?
- Mm-hmm.

I've heard about you.

Oh, but Ellie,
you want to tell him the story?

I know the story.

But have you heard the truth?

Ellie?

Well, my family comes from a
long line of candlemakers.

Abigail Bailey was the first,

and she would make
bayberry candles

and give them to
everyone in town,

and the legend is that bayberry

holds magic that makes
Christmas wishes come true.

Ah, the Lady of Bayberry Hill.

I didn't know you were magic,
as well as clumsy.

Oh, well, the magic comes
from the candles;

the clumsiness is all me, unfortunately.

Go on.

Well, a couple were separated

by a terrible snowstorm right
before they were to be married.

On Christmas Day.

- Of course.
- Right.

Everyone feared the worst,

but the bride
had unwavering faith

that her groom would return.

So, she lights a candle.

Yes,

but not just any candle.

She lit a bayberry candle

and she made a wish.

It inspired the whole town.

They all light their
bayberry candles

to help him find his way.

And on Christmas Eve,
he returned

and married
the love of his life.

And your saying this Abigail,
your ancestor,

was the bride in the story

and the reason why
your family makes candles.

I am.

Hmm.

Well, true or not, it does make
you believe in Christmas magic.

If there's
one thing I've learned

in the hotel business
is that fantasy sells -

resorts or candles.

I'm in.

Package these with the story.

Who wouldn't love a Christmas
wish with their candle?

I can pair it with a coupon
for cider at Portsmouth Tavern.

Absolutely.
That is a great idea.

It's good cider.
I've worn it myself.

I am so sorry about that.

Take a bow.
You were right.

The story sold the candles.

Hmm?

I won't boast too much.

But maybe just one...

"I told you so."

I deserve it.

Don't think I didn't notice.

The love.

In your eyes.

When you're making candles?

It's different than
when you're making perfume.

So, what are you
trying to say?

I'm saying you should
follow your heart.

Oh, like you?
Bouncing around

wherever your heart desires?

Sounds like more of
a fear of commitment.

Ouch.

Why stay where you're unhappy?

How do you know I'm unhappy?

At the risk of sounding
like a pretentious writer...

Hmm?

...nothing could hold a flame

to the light in your eyes when
you are making a candle.

Um...

We still need to light those.

Yeah, definitely.

See if Christmas
wishes come true.

Okay.

So, what did you wish for?

Candle company
is back on track.

That's true. Um...

I guess finding the perfect
Christmas perfume,

but I think I already have,

So, I guess I'm wishing for...

um...

I wish that...

I'm wishing, um,
that my new perfume

gets me my promotion.

What did you wish for?

I wished to finish my novel.

Well, I hope we both
get our Christmas wishes.

Oh, you didn't.

- Oh, yeah, I did.
- Oh!

It looks so good, though.

So, what do you think?

Will Mrs. Waterford unlock
the mystery once and for all?

I hope so.

I'm looking forward to it.

Yeah, me too.

Okay,
I'm gonna find the best tree

and you're gonna
help me decorate it.

I can't.

Really? Why not?

Does it have anything
to do with a certain writer?

I knew you two
would hit it off!

- We're friends.
- Really?

'Cause your dad says he's
coming to Christmas dinner.

No, no.
He's helping me make candles

and I'm helping
him with his article

on the Candle Couple,
that's it.

Well, I still like
the sound of it.

Seriously, it's like the universe

is gifting you
your very own Christmas romance.

Just like
the famous candle couple.

Follow your heart, Ellie.

Come on, it's Christmas!

So I know you're
technically still working,

but I just really want
to celebrate

your new Christmas scent.

No, it's perfect timing.
It's just cooling.

- Great, then let's celebrate.
- Okay, yes!

Nice.

- To success.
- To success.

- Mmm.
- Let's go by the fire.

Okay.

So prepared.

So do you want to try it?

Um, I'm more of a cologne guy.

I think my robust masculinity
might drown out the smell.

It's sweet.

With a hint of cool.

That's the part you inspired.

When we were at the silversmith,

you said that bayberry
and silver

reminded you of Christmas,

and so it inspired me
to mix bayberry

with a cool metallic edge.

I'm calling it Bayberry Hill.

That's great.

Too bad nobody will know
its origin story.

What? Why?
You created it.

Yeah, but this is
Nastia's company,

I'm just a small part of
her empire.

You are way more than that.

And you should claim it,
it's your family legacy.

I mean, sure, it stings,
But what can I do?

We both know the truth.
That's all that matters, right?

As long as you're happy, I am.

Oh.

You are a popular guy.

Social media never stops.

That scent is great.
I think you're going to Paris.

You're very confident.

Some things you can just feel, right?

Yeah, I guess.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- I made egg nog.
- I'll be in in a minute.

Your mother loved this tree.

Do you remember that one
Christmas where you woke up

and you thought all the presents
were gone?

Yeah! And she put them under
this tree.

And we all sat around on
Christmas morning

and opened presents.

Dad, Mom said Abigail
and Benjamin got married

under an evergreen.

Do you think it was this one?

Not sure.

It would be my pick.

Raymond Busbee made a huge order
for next year.

Your Mom would be so proud
of you.

I feel like she's been with me
this whole time.

Guiding me.

Oh.

- Oh, it's Andrew!
- Egg nog will keep.

Okay.

Hey, Andrew!

Are you ready for the best
Christmas gift

you could possibly imagine?
December 23rd,

remember this day.
Everybody loves Bayberry Hill.

Especially Nastia.

So does that mean...

I would say "Start packing"
in French,

but I don't speak French,
so I'll just say start packing.

Oh my God!

This is really happening!

We'll work out
all the details in January,

but you nailed it, and I want
you to take some time,

relax, enjoy yourself,
because you earned it.

Thank you, Andrew!

Merry Christmas.

So I heard you got your wish.
Jamar told me.

Yeah. I guess.

It's so beautiful here.

Those triangles
look familiar.

What are the odds?
They can't be.

That's the maker's mark,
the lock has gotta be here.

Oh man.

And you.

Logan.

- Oh.
- Hello.

You two here to get good luck
from the Lover's Locket?

- Oh, no.
- No.

Actually, we just wanted to
learn more about it.

- Oh.
- My name is Ellie.

This is Logan.
I'm actually from Portsmouth

and I've never heard about this.

I'm Agnes, and I don't
really advertise.

It's a story from long ago

that my family celebrates
every Christmas.

A traveler was stuck
in a snow storm.

My great-great grandparents.
found him and took him in.

He offered them money but they
wouldn't accept it.

They just wished him well for
his safe return.

That night, my great-great
grandmother

was cleaning the bedding,

and she found the most beautiful
silver locket,

with a note.

You wouldn't happen to have
the note?

Oh, no, sadly lost to time.

But do you remember what
it said?

I do, the traveler said,
"I can never repay you

"for giving me the most precious
gift of all,

"my safe return
to the love of my life.

"Will you please accept this
small token of my gratitude?

"It came from my heart,
please keep it in yours."

Do you remember his name?

No, sadly, also lost to time.

Would you like to see it?

- Yes.
- Yes, please.

What if Benjamin and Abigail
are the candle couple?

You would be the descendant

of the greatest Christmas
romance ever.

- I'm nervous, Logan.
- Why?

Because I don't want her
to be wrong.

Oh, even if she got some of
the fact's wrong,

Benjamin's maker's mark is here.

I'm not talking about Agnes.

Charles and Dickens.
God rest their souls.

- It's not here.
- What?

The maker's mark is not here,
I don't understand.

Why do you have it on the fence
if it's not on the locket?

Uh, come again, dear?

The two triangles over there,
why--

Triangle? That's just a
Christmas tree.

Is this even silver?

That is the Lover's Locket,
I need to put it away again.

Wait, this doesn't make
any sense.

Why would she have two triangles
all lit up?

She... she said it was a
Christmas tree.

No, no, I don't believe it.

The song, her story.

The locket.

The candlesticks!

It just doesn't add up!

Well, you know, sometimes we
want to believe the fantasy

so badly that we don't see
things clearly.

It's fine, you still have enough
for your article.

This isn't just about
my article.

This is about you, too.

I want you to know where
you came from.

Logan, honestly, thank you.
I mean it, thank you so much

for what you've tried to do
for me and my family, but...

I think we've reached
the end here.

On the bright side,
you still have Paris.

I actually forgot about it.

You don't sound excited.

Come on, it's the city
of lights.

But I think I like the light
right here.

Me too.

I'm sorry, I have to take this.

- Yeah, of course.
- Okay.

Hey, Andrew, what's up?

Ellie, what is going on?

At first I thought this was
a coincidence,

but then R finds this:

"Ellie's exclusive Bayberry Hill
candles."

Are you packaging this scent
by yourself?

- What?
- Who is Logan Osborne

and why has he posted this
picture of you

where you're with this candle,
and some whole story

about how the candles grant
Christmas wishes or something?

- Logan posted about it online?
- Yeah, he posted it!

And Nastia now thinks that
you're using her

to promote your own products.

Oh, no, no,
I would never do that.

Please just tell Nastia
this is a big misunderstanding.

Well, I'll try,
but she's furious.

I think you can just forget
about Paris.

Andrew, please, I will fix this,

I will get the posts taken down immediately.

- I'll see what I can do.
- Okay, thank you.

Is everything okay?

You posted about the Christmas
candles online? Why?

Yeah, I teased it
in my stories,

I got a ton of messages
about it,

I was trying
to promote sales.

Yeah, but now
my company thinks

I'm stealing
my own idea from them.

But it's yours!
This is an opportunity.

- I was trying to help.
- No, no, this...

This is a disaster.

Okay, Ellie, this is not
what I wanted, and--

I lost Paris,
and possibly my job.

Please, please just take
the posts down.

- I need to do damage control.
- Ellie, I'm so sorry.

- I was not thinking...
- I know, I know.

You were just thinking about
your own story, it's fine.

You'll be off on your next assignment,

and I'm just left
picking up the pieces

- of what's left of my life.
- Ellie! Ellie!

Listen.

Surely, they'll see this is just
a big misunderstanding, okay?

And they'll see the light
on this.

There is no light on this, Logan.

That's the thing about candles.

They burn out.

Ellie... Ellie!

Ellie.

Wrapping presents
is usually fun.

We have sad Christmas music on?

I did not even know that existed.

Sorry, I'm distracted.

Where's Logan?

I have no idea.

So obviously I'm totally on
your side, but...

He did help your sales.

Jamar said he got orders from
the Christmas candle

from all over the country.

Tell me that's not your Mom's
Christmas wish come true.

Yeah, it just cost me Paris and
possibly my career.

Ellie, have you ever thought
that maybe

there's something else
out there for you?

Something better?
Okay, I'm just gonna say this,

'cause you're my friend,
but you have been different

since you've been back
this trip.

- Oh, come on.
- It's true!

Ever since you met Logan.

He got me to believe.

I don't hate him, Mindee.

I hate that I miss him.

Well, what's wrong with that?

A heart is not like a job,
once it breaks, it's broken,

and there is no putting the
pieces back together.

Maybe not.

Tell him how you feel.

What's the point?

We're both headed in different directions.

Life isn't a fairy tale.

You can't just wish on a candle

and expect everything
to be okay.

Your Mom used to tell us

that it was faith that made
Christmas wishes come true.

And the candle was just
the spark.

Mrs. Waterford?

Andrew. Hi.

I got all the posts taken down

and I've refunded all the candles.

- We need to talk.
- Nastia?

Nastia, I am so sorry,
I can explain.

I do love this scent, yet you
have a candle you're selling.

Yes, yes.
The Bayberry candle

is a Christmas tradition
in our family.

We've been making it for generations.

Well, it's very clear to me

you should not be making perfume.

Are you firing me?

I read Logan Osborne's article.

I loved it.

It was the most romantic
Christmas story

I have ever heard.

I'm a firm believer in
sir-endipity.

Yeah, me too...
Ser-endipity.

Zip it!

Anyway, I've been wanting to
move into home decor,

and I think these candles
would be perfect.

- You want to sell my candle?
- As a partnership.

Unless you want the lights
of Paris.

Um, no, no!

The lights of Portsmouth
are just as beautiful.

Yes, I would love a partnership.

Wonderful. Here's Andrew, okay?
I've gotta get to a shoot.

Thank you, Nastia.
Merry Christmas.

I don't know if you ended up
making a wish

on those Christmas candles,

but this definitely is
a miracle.

Actually, I did.

Congratulations, it came true.

I'll set a meeting in January to
go over all the details.

Okay. Thank you, Andrew.
Merry Christmas.

Hey, you enjoy your
Christmas Eve.

Um...

Nastia wants to partner
with us.

- What?!
- What?

So you're officially taking over
the candle business?

I knew something better was
out there for you!

This was your mother's dream
for you.

I guess Christmas wishes
do come true.

Thanks to Logan.

Have you been able to reach him?

It goes straight to voicemail.

He left in such a hurry,
I thought he was upset.

I was worried about him.

What exactly did you say to him?

Something terrible.

I was wrong.

I need to explain it to him.

Did he say where he was going?

No, just thanked me
and walked out.

Left the keys and everything.

He needs to find his way
back home.

I need to show him.

Uh, I'll go.

Abigail lit a candle to guide
Benjamin back to her.

Bring Logan back to me.

I hope history repeats itself.

Yeah. Yeah,

The first post of the Bayberry
Hill Candle Company.

I tagged Logan,

and everyone else in town,
just in case.

Good.

Okay, maybe your Dad needs some
help in the kitchen.

- I'll be in in a minute.
- Okay.

Not too long though,
that storm is coming in quick.

Okay.

Ellie, don't go.

Dad, I have to.

Not without a coat!

Logan!

Ellie!

You came back.

Wait, you didn't walk, did you?

No, just up the road.
My truck hit a snow bank

and I couldn't see anything.

I thought I lost you.
Where were you?

I went to get you
a Christmas gift.

What?

Wait.
Is this...?

Read the inscription.

"Dear Abigail, our flame
weathers any storm.

"Love, Benjamin."

The story is true, Ellie.

But how did you find this?

I went back to talk to Agnes
about the locket,

something just didn't add up.

She admitted she sold the locket
online years ago.

The one she showed us,
she had engraved

just so she could sell tickets.

So I charmed her into giving me
the real buyer's info,

and I asked them about
the maker's mark.

It was two triangles.

Merry Christmas, Ellie.

I am so sorry about everything.

No, I'm sorry, I was wrong.

I don't want Paris.

I want Portsmouth.

But what about your perfume?

Nastia read your post

and she loved the Abigail and
Benjamin story.

I just never thought in
a million years

I would want
to be a candle maker.

You're so much more than
a candle maker, Ellie.

You're the light.