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(pilot): Princess Amelia, nothing to worry about,

but we're experiencing a slight technical problem with the aircraft,

so we're going to make an unscheduled stopover

here in Maine for repairs before resuming our flight to Vollan.

(indistinct radio chatter)

How long until we take off?

Uh, the captain said it could be a couple of hours.

The sooner we're home for Christmas, the better.

I think I'll lie down for a while.

I'd like not to be disturbed.

(phone chiming) Of course, Princess.

I'm headed to the terminal

to speak to whoever's in charge.

Apparently, there's quite the snow storm inbound,

and I want to make sure we can leave before it arrives.

If you require anything in your room,

- please let me know. - Thank you, Marcel.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(soft music)

(wind howling)

(bells jingling)

Hello?

(bells jingling)

Is anyone there?

(bells jingling)

Hey, Sophie! I'm home!

- Hey, Dad! - You ready?

Are we still gonna cut down the tree tonight?

You bet! Big storm's coming, so might be our last chance.

Well, we can surprise Grandma with it.

If we go there right now,

we might be able to get the best one.

Alright, let's do it.

(chuckling) So, how was your ride?

It was great.

I could tell Nateo really missed me.

You know, if I had a horse of my own,

she and Nateo could be best friends just like me and Libby.

(chuckling)

Well, I'll put in a good word with Santa.

Although, I don't know if a horse is gonna fit down the chimney.

(laughing)

Alright, let's go.

(bells jingling)

(owl hooting)

(mystical music)

(bells jingling)

(puppy whining) Well, hello.

Come here!

Come here! What's your name?

Storm? That's an appropriate name.

Storm! Did you make a new friend?

(chuckling)

Thanks for stopping him.

The little guy gets carried away on our walks sometimes,

and I'm not as spry as I used to be.

Isn't that right, boy? Huh?

(laughing) Happy to help.

I imagine the bell makes it easy to track him.

That's odd.

I thought it was much louder than it is.

Well, thankfully, the sound carries pretty far.

Storm doesn't have a nose like Rudolph,

so we went with the next best thing.

But then again, perhaps you heard Santa's sleigh bells.

(laughing)

- Perhaps I did. - Storm.

So, what brings you out in the cold on a night like this?

Although, at least you're dressed for it.

The truth is, I just stepped off the plane

to get some fresh air while they do repairs.

Yeah, I saw on our walk.

I was wondering who'd be flying out here

in front of this snow storm.

(laughing)

I'm Fred Harley, and of course, Storm, you already met.

He's not really built for mean winters,

but he does love running around our Christmas tree farm.

You have a Christmas tree farm?

Yeah, just a few miles over here.

Me and my wife run it. I run the farm,

and she runs the Christmas boutique.

Sounds lovely. I wish I could visit.

I love a Christmas boutique.

Say, why don't you pop up and have a look around?

I wish I could.

We're only here an hour or two.

Ah, I can give you a lift. It'd only take a few minutes,

and then I'll swing you back down. Half an hour tops.

- Half hour? - Mmm.

That's so nice.

What's the harm?

(laughing) That's the spirit.

Alright, Storm. Let's get this nice lady some Christmas cheer.

(laughing) Come on.

(background chatter)

Well, half the town seems to be here with the same idea.

Probably to beat the storm.

Well then, we'd better beat them to it.

Hey, look! There's Libby and her parents.

Alright, you go find a good tree,

and I'll follow along with the saw, okay?

Okay. Libby!

Will you help me find my tree?

Yeah! Race you to it!

- Hey, Sam. - Hey, Brock, Melanie.

Thanks so much for letting Sophie come over and ride today.

We really miss living next door to her riding instructor.

Oh, my pleasure. She is welcome any time.

(laughing) Sophie sure looked excited.

Yeah, she is. Especially considering

we didn’t get a tree last year.

Still. It's great to see you embracing the Christmas spirit, man.

Doing the best I can.

You and Sophie sure are missed in the neighbourhood.

Well, you know, my mom sure is loving having Sophie at her place,

but uh, hoping to get the remodel done soon, move us back in.

Listen, I'm chairing the town Christmas Eve party this year.

Will you and Sophie come?

We'll see.

I should probably go catch up. See you guys.

(background chattering)

(tense music)

(gasping) Oh!

- Oh, I... - I'm so sorry,

- I didn't see you. - Dad!

I found a tree, a great big one!

- It's majestic! - Majestic, huh?

Yes! And now, we've got to get it before someone else does.

Hurry! It's the best tree here!

Okay, alright, I'm right behind you.

(footsteps pattering)

You sure you're okay?

- Yes, fine. Thank you. - Yeah, bye.

(indistinct announcement over PA)

- Can I help you? - Yes, thank you.

I was hoping you could help me find my plane.

Can't see a thing out there.

So sorry, all the flights have been cancelled.

Oh, uh, not mine. It's a private jet.

I know I look a bit odd. I stepped off while they did some repairs.

Okay, well, is there anyone on board that you could contact?

No, I... Well, I left my phone on board.

I have no way to reach them.

Please, you must remember it. It landed two hours ago.

It's the diplomatic plane from Vollan.

Oh. That jet.

Yes, yes, I did see it.

Thank goodness. Where is it?

Uh, it, it... kinda took off about an hour ago.

What? No, that... can't be my plane.

They wouldn't leave without me.

Unless... Oh, no.

They must think I'm on board.

They have to come back for me. Can you radio them?

Well no, the storm's interfering with the signal,

and I'm afraid the airport's closing.

There's a major blizzard coming,

and it's likely to shut down the entire state of Maine.

- What? - It's okay.

It should only last about a couple of days.

A couple of days?

No, no, no. I-I have to go home.

I just don't see how that's going to happen.

- But n... - It's okay, it's okay. Um...

Don't worry about it. We can help.

Uh...

(soft music)

(door opening) (Annie): I'm home!

(Sophie): Hi, Grandma.

(Annie): Amelia, this is my granddaughter, Sophie!

(Amelia): Hello, Sophie. (Sophie): Hey...

Didn't I see you at the Christmas tree farm?

- Yes. - We got the best tree.

And my dad cut it down.

It nearly fell on him when it came down,

and then, he got really upset.

I wasn't upset, I just grunted.

- Hi. - Hello.

Uh, Dad, this is Amelia.

She's going to be staying with us for a while.

At least until the big storm passes, so she can fly home.

Uh-huh. And so...

I was stranded at the airport,

and your mother was kind enough to offer to put me up for the night.

Really? And, uh, where is my mother now? Huh.

I see you two have met!

Have you offered our guest something to drink?

- I have not. - Oh, I'm fine, thank you.

What about you? Have you been fed yet,

or have you just been left to fend for yourself?

We got pizza!

Can we decorate the tree now, Dad?

No, the tree needs to dry out in the garage, honey.

Besides, it's bedtime.

He's right! Come on, kiddo! Time for a warm bath before bed.

- Say goodnight to Amelia. - Goodnight, Amelia.

Good night, Sophie.

Goodnight, sweetie.

(sighing)

It was very generous of Annie to invite me to stay.

Yes, she is generous, to a fault.

Well, I don't intend to stay long.

Well, it may not be up to you.

The storm's supposed to be pretty severe.

Oh no. I hope not.

My people will be very worried.

Your people?

Who are your people?

I mean, my family.

Especially with Christmas only days away.

Right.

So, how'd you get stranded anyway?

My plane left without me.

Missed your flight, huh?

No. They thought I was on board,

in my private quarters.

Private quarters? Ha, wow.

Sounds like some plane.

Sorry.

You're probably hungry. Have you eaten?

No. Not since New York City.

- You live in New York? - No.

I was there to give a speech for one of my family's philanthropic causes.

- Huh. - Oh, it was dreadful.

I'm not very skilled at public speaking.

Well, if you're hungry, we've got leftover pizza.

I've never had that.

You've never had pizza?

I've never had... leftover pizza.

Oh. (chuckling)

Do you eat it cold?

(chuckling) You know, I feel like you're messing with me.

Where did you say you're from again?

- I didn't. - Well, I'd love to know

where a well-dressed woman who gives philanthropic speeches

and has never had leftover pizza could possibly be from.

Vollan. The country of Vollan, in Eastern Europe.

And yes, as a matter of fact,

I would love to try cold, leftover pizza.

Well... then allow me.

Would you like a fork and knife, Madame?

Or will you be eating it American style with your hands?

I'll manage.

Huh.

Would you like a soda to go with it?

If that's the correct pairing.

It's what I'm having.

Then I'll take it.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Welcome to Tucker.

(light music)

(knocking)

(giggling)

What mischief are you up to?!

Oh, nothing, Grandma.

You're not bothering our guest, are you? Just let her sleep!

- But she was already awake. - Oh, and how do you know that?

Because I woke her.

(laughing)

- Good morning. - Good morning, Amelia.

I'm sorry if Sophie bothered you!

No bother. I thought it was just a Christmas elf at my door.

(laughing) Well, I hope you slept okay.

Oh, yes. Lovely, thank you. Any word from the airport?

Well, unfortunately, the phone lines are down,

but hopefully not for long. So, how about some breakfast?

- Well, uh, let me dress first. - Oh no, dear, you're fine.

Like this? I'm unpresentable.

(laughing)

Well, you won't be doing much presenting around here.

But there's a robe on the bathroom door

if that's going to make you feel more regal.

Come get it while it's hot!

(chuckling)

- Good morning, ladies. - Morning, Dad.

Amelia, I hope Sophie is showing you

the New England hospitality you came for.

Yes, she is.

You're very pretty.

(chuckling)

Thank you. You're very pretty too.

Thanks. But Dad says that pretty's not important.

That's not exactly what I said.

Yes, it is. You said that being pretty isn't important.

It's what's in here that counts.

I was trying to make a point about you doing your math homework.

(chuckling) Sheesh!

Quite the storm last night, huh?

And there's an even bigger one on its way.

Oh no. I really must contact my family.

By now, my plane has landed. They must know I'm not on it.

I'm sure they'll figure out what happened and return when they can.

No, you don't understand. This could cause a state of emergency.

This storm is a state of emergency.

It'll be okay. I'm sure we'll find a way to contact them soon.

Tell you what, when I get to town,

I'll see if there's any other way I can reach them.

You're going to town in this, huh?

I got my plow and my truck,

and a lot to finish before Christmas.

And the house? How's the remodel coming?

Slowly.

Alright.

You be good for Grandma, and if it's dry,

maybe we'll bring the tree from the garage.

(birds chirping)

Oh boy, I just heard on the radio

that the storm has downed phone lines and cell towers all over New England.

(sighing) I'm so sorry, Amelia.

It looks like, for the time being, we're really cut off.

- Right. - I know...

And I'm so sorry about Sam's behaviour this morning.

He doesn't seem to like me much.

No. No, no, no. It's not you, dear.

It's not. It's... It's the holidays that put him at odds.

- The holidays? - Yeah, they remind him of Kara.

Sophie's mom.

We lost her nearly two years ago at this time. Car accident.

Closer it gets to Christmas, the harder it is for him.

- How sad. - Yeah.

And the house doesn't help either.

The house?

Yes, their house.

He was nearly finished remodeling it when it happened.

They'd all moved in with me temporarily, and then...

After the accident,

things changed.

- He still hasn't finished it. - I'm sorry to hear that.

No, no, no, there's nothing to be sorry about.

You know, it's a real blessing, having them here with me.

It's just that the... the holidays can be a bit of a challenge for him.

All the more reason not to impose on you so close to Christmas.

Nope. No imposition at all.

We love having you here.

And Sophie, she's taken a real liking to you.

Look, I'm just telling you all of this stuff

so you don't take his bad moods personally.

Thank you. You've been so kind and hospitable.

No. Think nothing of it. It's Christmas, right?

I mean, if it weren't for the kindness and hospitality of an innkeeper,

we wouldn't have the story of Christmas as we know it, now would we?

- I suppose. - Right.

It stopped snowing.

So it has.

We can go outside if you'd like.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Why not? We could build a snowman.

Well, protocol's very strict about going out in public places.

Hmm?

I mean, my father gets easily worried about my safety.

Yeah. My dad does too.

He won't let me go to town alone yet.

Won't even let me have my own cell phone either.

Sounds strict, like my father.

I rarely get to do as I please.

Well, go ahead. I'll just stay inside and watch.

But it's only our front yard,

and I haven't made a snowman all winter. It'll be fun!

(sighing)

Alright, why not?

- I'd love to build a snowman. - Great!

Uh, except, I don't have anything to wear.

No problem! There are tons of old clothes in the attic.

Oh. (laughing)

I played dress up in here.

You play here often?

Not really. More when I was little. Before Mommy...

Sorry to hear about your mother.

- She was pretty too. - Yes. I saw a photo of her.

Now she's in heaven with the angels.

Yes, she is.

And your father has this little angel to look after him.

Here. This might fit you.

Oh, it's lovely.

It was my mom's. Her favourite colour was blue.

I like blue too.

What are these?

Oh. Those are Grandma's...

from when she was a girl.

She was a dancer.

This one's my favourite.

- It's beautiful. - Isn't it?

I know a little about dressing up as a princess.

- I could style your hair. - Would you?

Mm-hmm.

- Beautiful! - Thank you!

(laughing) Like this.

Little lower.

Your hands go like this.

Perfect. That's it!

Now, you're ready for the royal Christmas ball.

Hey, what about our snowman?

We have to build him before it gets dark.

Right.

(dog barking in the distance)

(laughing) Gotcha!

Run, Amelia, run!

Sam?

You better run. (screaming)

- Amelia, watch out! - Run, Sophie!

- Gotcha! - Oh, now you're asking for it!

(excited screaming)

- Ah, missed me! - I'm gonna get you!

I'm gonna get you! Come here!

(laughing)

Dad, did you see our snowman?

Wow, that's cool.

- Amelia helped build him. - Sophie did most of the work.

Stand next to him. He might be as tall as you.

Oh, I don't know. I think I got a few inches on him.

Not quite. (laughing)

There. How does he look?

Well, he certainly looks warmer.

Oh, here. This might help too.

- Oh. - There we go.

That's a nice touch.

(laughing)

- He's perfect! - So, what do you think?

Head inside for dinner? Maybe afterwards, we can bake some Christmas cookies.

Yes, Christmas cookies! (laughing)

(soft music)

One second, Sophie! I'm just getting a cookie refill.

Oh, there you are.

We were wondering where you went.

I figured I get a head start before my mom took over.

Fortunately, Sophie has her pretty occupied.

(chuckling)

Do you think...

Be my guest.

(sighing)

Nothing, huh?

No, and it's been more than a day.

You don't have to do that.

Please, I'm your guest. It's the least I can do.

Well, cell phone towers are still out too.

Small town Maine, heavy winters,

you sort of get used to this sort of thing,

but I know that's no consolation.

No.

And if you knew my father, you'd know why.

He's used to being in control.

You too, I imagine.

What is that supposed to mean?

Wealthy woman with a private jet

to whisk you away any time you please?

There's a lot of freedom in that.

It's not like that for me.

I have little freedom to do as I like.

My life is very scheduled.

Sorry. Just sort of assumed that...

Yes, you did.

But it's understandable.

Most people assume I have the perfect life,

but sometimes, I just want ordinary.

Well, you came to the right place then.

Tucker is as ordinary as it gets.

Yes, but it's nice.

I just wish I was here under different circumstances.

And I hate imposing on all of you, so close to Christmas.

You really don't need to apologize, it's okay.

Besides, Sophie clearly adores having you here.

She's a lovely girl. Sophie has a real wit.

Yeah, I'm a really, really lucky guy.

She has her mom's best traits,

and fortunately, none of my worst.

Annie told me about your wife.

I know the holidays aren't the best time for you.

No, but it's been almost two years.

That's not such a long time.

Long enough.

Actually, I have you to thank for helping me realize that.

When I came home and I saw you wearing that coat and hat,

for a second, I almost thought you were her.

Is that why you gave me that look?

She used to wear them in the winter.

Then I heard Sophie laughing,

and I saw you chasing after her, and I just...

- I'm sorry if I upset you. - No, no, you didn't.

You actually made me realize that I need to give Sophie

her home back as soon as I can.

- You mean the remodel? - Yeah.

- It's time to move back. - That's good to hear.

I guess that makes two of us trying to get back home.

I guess it does. (chuckling)

Look, Amelia. The storm last night buried our snowman.

Oh my! So it has!

You can barely see his hat and scarf.

(chuckling)

I see the tree made it out of the garage.

- It looks majestic. - Yeah, it's finally dry.

Dad brought it in this morning before he left.

I don't mean to criticize your father's handiwork,

but it appears the tree is a bit... askew.

You're right, it's crooked.

Can we fix it?

Oh yeah, that's easy. Dad taught me a trick. Want to see?

Dad says it's a secret technique that's been passed down

in our family for generations.

Well, now I'm intrigued. Let's see it.

Ta-da! (laughing)

Well, not to put a damper on this happy mood,

but sadly, the phone lines are still down this morning.

- But I do have some good news. - What's that?

Sam went to the airport this morning to check if they got word to your plane.

- Did he? - Yes,

and they confirmed that they have.

So, your family knows that you're safe.

- That's wonderful news. - Now, unfortunately,

the airport's closed indefinitely, so there's not much

we can do until they reopen it.

- I see. - In the meantime,

we'll just have to make the best of it.

So, who wants Grandma's special Christmas pancakes?

- Christmas pancakes? - Yep!

- With sprinkles! - Yes!

Count me in! (laughing)

Hey, look what I found.

It's the little drummer boy.

- Aw! - Oh, that's lovely.

I'm gonna go hang it on the tree.

Okay. Uh, so sorry, dear.

Could you grab me a nutmeg seed from that cabinet right over there?

- Uh... - Thanks.

Uh... nutmeg? What does it look like?

Oh. (laughing)

Sakes alive! (laughing)

Well, it looks like... nutmeg!

You sure don't know your way around a kitchen, do you?

Honestly, I rarely see a kitchen.

Oh, well... Perhaps you'd like a little cooking lesson then?

- Certainly. - Okay, great!

Uh, grab me that big frying pan,

it's right there in that cupboard.

You do know what a frying pan looks like, don't you?

I think I can find it. (laughing)

Okay, thanks. Just put it right there on the stove,

and then you're gonna add this milk to the powder.

And you're just gonna give it this...

- Grandma? - Yeah?

I want to get our old ornaments to decorate the tree.

I know, sweetie. Your dad left with the truck,

so you're just gonna have to ask him when he gets home, okay?

But we're finishing decorating the tree right now,

and I really want to hang my homemade ornament

with Mom's picture on it.

I understand. I really do.

How far is the house? Is it walking distance?

It's not that far away, it's just a few streets over, but...

not so easy in this weather, right?

Let me go and get your ornaments

while you finish making breakfast.

- Oh, I don't... - Really? Would you really?!

- I could go with you! - No, no! You don't, little one,

you'd be up to your waist in it.

I can do it. Just give me the directions.

(bright music)

(shivering)

Come on, Amelia. You can do this.

(panting)

Not bad for a princess.

(knocking)

Woo! Oh.

I'm sorry, I assumed you were Annie

when I saw you come inside. Wait, who exactly are you?

Uh, I'm not an intruder, don't worry.

I'm here to get Sophie's ornaments.

I'm staying with the Cutlers.

Oh, you're the woman who got stranded at the airport!

Yes, unfortunately.

I'm sorry. Sam mentioned it to my husband.

They're good friends. I'm Melanie. We live next door.

Oh, pleased to meet you, I'm prince... I'm Amelia.

Nice to meet you, Amelia.

Well, I should get the ornaments

and return to Annie's. She's making breakfast.

Alright, well, enjoy your time here in Tucker.

Thank you. And lovely to meet you.

(clearing throat)

(soft music)

(door opening)

(gasping)

(playful music)

(footsteps approaching)

Alright, Sophie. Enough hiding.

Sam?

(laughing) What the...? What?

(laughing)

Don't laugh at me.

What are you doing down here?

You look like you just got in a fight

- with a Christmas tree and lost. - I was frightened!

I didn't expect anyone to be here, and I heard footsteps.

Well, you shouldn't be snooping around someone else's house.

- I was not snooping. - Oh no? What were you doing?

I was trying to find Sophie's ornaments.

- Wait, how did you get here? - I walked.

- In the snow storm? - Yes. And it wasn't easy.

That was quite adventurous of you.

Yes.

Thoughtful too.

Sophie was worried she wouldn't have her ornaments

in time to decorate the tree.

Ah, the truth is, you kind of beat me to it.

I came here to grab them myself.

Did you?

That, and get back to work on the place.

Oh, well, I'm glad to hear it.

Come on, I'll show you.

And right here is the living room.

I'm glad you didn't bring Sophie.

I wouldn't want her to see the house like this.

Why? She knows you're remodeling.

Well, that's the thing. She thinks I'm remodeling.

Truth is, I've been avoiding it.

Well, doesn't sound like you are anymore.

Yeah, I guess not, huh? (chuckling)

So, do you think you can keep my secret?

- Of course I can. - Great. Then I'll keep yours.

- What do you mean? - Well, you know,

for a woman with such style and fashion,

you sure look ridiculous in Christmas tinsel.

(laughing)

(bright music)

- Look, Grandma. - Aw, it's so cute!

- Thanks. - Oh, there you are!

I was starting to get worried about you!

Oh! Sam, what are you doing home?

Guess who I found lurking in my basement this morning?

Lurking? He scared me half to death.

I thought he was an intruder!

Who was the intruder?

But... look what I found.

Our ornaments!

Did you make that? It's beautiful.

- I did. - Very talented.

Thanks.

Can we decorate the tree now, Dad?

It's only 10 a.m.

Well, it's nighttime where Amelia lives.

She's right. And you know what else, Sam?

For a builder, man of such skill with construction...

- Mm-hmm... - You sure do take a long time

to finish decorating a Christmas tree.

(laughing)

(chuckling)

- Okay! Hot chocolate's ready! - Oh, thank you, Annie.

- My pleasure. - Look, Grandma!

(laughing) Look at this!

You know, I made that when I wasn't much older than you!

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

It's beautiful.

I love how you all make your own ornaments

for the Christmas tree.

It's always been a Cutler family tradition

to make something new every year, right?

- Mm-hmm. - I wish we had a tradition

like that in my family.

So, what is Christmas like in your house?

A bit formal.

So, no waking in your pajamas with presents under the tree?

No. Gifts are never opened until after Christmas dinner.

You have to wait the whole day

before you get to open your presents?!

Yes. And then you take turns opening them one at a time.

Well yeah, that's not so different.

We do the same thing here.

Just like I insisted when he was a boy.

It's more considerate.

How about Christmas traditions?

Does your country have anything unique?

Well, we do have one thing that everyone does at Christmas.

What's that?

Here, I'll show you.

Do you have more ribbons like this?

Oh, do I have ribbon? I have tons of it.

(laughing)

- How's that? - Thank you.

In my country, every member of the family takes a ribbon

and ties a bow on one branch of the tree,

like this, before Christmas Day.

And when you do, you're supposed to make a wish.

About what you want for Christmas?

Yes, but not for yourself.

You make a wish for someone else

that you hope comes true for Christmas.

- Could I do it too? - Of course. Everyone can.

- Here. - Thanks.

I know what I'm gonna wish for.

And then on Christmas Day, you pull the ribbon to untie it,

- so your wish comes true. - That's neat.

Yes, I suppose it is.

Sam? Care to make a wish for someone?

Oh, I don't...

Actually... (laughing)

I think I know someone that could use a good Christmas wish.

(magical sparkling)

Okay. Perfect.

(magical sparkling)

It's beautiful, isn't it?

I almost forgot how special it can be to decorate a tree.

It's actually my first.

Your first tree? I thought you said...

The first one I've helped decorate completely.

So, you don't decorate with your family?

Of course we do, but in our house,

the staff do most of the work.

- Ah. - They leave out a few ornaments

for the family to hang on Christmas Eve,

but it's not the same.

No, I guess it wouldn't be.

- Is Sophie in bed? - Yeah, yeah, she...

She's been wiped out from all the excitement.

- It was exciting, wasn't it? - Yeah.

That's what I've been missing at home.

I mean, it can't be all that different.

Oh, but it is.

And it has been, ever since I was a little girl.

I'm sure your life wasn't too far off Sophie's at that age.

Very far off.

So, what, no going to school?

No making friends? Dating?

Well, for starters, I was homeschooled.

So, not a lot of opportunities to make friends.

And as for dating...

The truth is, I don't think I've had anything close

to what you would call a typical date.

You're kidding me. You've never been on a date?

There have been men who've shown interest.

Some I've danced with at social events and family gatherings,

but always under the scrutiny of my father.

Wow. That strict, huh?

- Sounds kind of like a tyrant. - Oh, no. He's no tyrant.

He's quite democratic, in fact.

I just, I just meant...

It doesn't matter. I can't change it.

- Would you if you could? - Would I?

Yeah, if you could stay here

and have the freedom to do whatever you wanted...?

Would I give up my family and my home?

Yeah.

Hypothetically, of course.

I couldn't imagine it, even hypothetically.

It's not that I'm trying to escape it.

I just need to find my own voice,

my own happiness within it.

My home means everything to me.

Yeah.

Me too.

Well...

- Good night, Amelia. - Good night.

(soft music)

(light music)

(chuckling)

Imagine what the king would say

if he saw you in blue jeans.

(dial tone)

(gasping)

(phone beeping)

- Marcel speaking. - Marcel? It's me.

Princess Amelia? Oh, it is so good to hear your voice!

We have been so worried about you. Are you alright?

Yes, yes, I'm fine.

Ah, well, we got word from the airport that you were good,

but apparently the storm of the century is in New England,

and the airport and the roads are all closed,

and the phone lines are out,

and we couldn't get in touch with you.

Marcel, calm down. I'm fine.

I'm staying with a lovely family. The Cutlers.

I'm perfectly safe.

Well, the palace has been abuzz since your disappearance.

How's my father taking it?

I... His Majesty is... displeased, to put it lightly.

I expected as much.

Well, tell him I'm fine,

and to rest assured I'll be home for Christmas.

You are coming for me, right?

I will be home for Christmas, won't I?

Of course, princess. The royal jet is set

to fly as soon as the airport reopens.

Okay, thank you.

Soon, your time stuck in that charming little town

will be nothing but a memory.

(soft music)

It's cute.

Oh! Well, look who decided to join us!

Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.

- Is it that late? - It's after ten.

- And we already had breakfast. - Did you?

- What are you doing now? - I'm planning my gift for Dad.

Oh. What sort of gift?

Well, I'm going to draw him a picture,

and then, I'm going to make a Christmas frame for it.

Grandma says there might be a break in the weather

so we can go to the Christmas Market today.

That sounds like a lovely idea.

Yes, let's just hope that the road gets plowed.

Do you want to help me make my gift for Dad?

Alright, I'd love to.

Where is Sam this morning?

He left early. Eager to get to work on the house.

- Really? - Yeah.

I haven't seen him so upbeat in some time.

Just rushed out of here without taking a lunch.

Sam. (chuckling)

Perhaps maybe you'd like to bring him one later.

Yes, perhaps.

Good news, I was able to call home.

Oh, that's wonderful, dear.

They're just waiting on word from the airport.

Okay, well, I have not heard anything on that front,

so let's ask when we get to town.

Speaking of town,

Grandma, could we go to the town Christmas Eve party this year?

Libby said her mom's in charge of planning it,

- so we can help decorate. - I don't know, dear. I...

I'm not so sure your dad wants to.

But he used to love going.

And we would always have so much fun together.

- At least, when... - I know.

I know, honey.

I have an idea.

Why don't you surprise him?

Yeah. Let's surprise Dad.

Sam's not one for surprises.

But this one'll be special!

We can help decorate, and we'll get all dressed up,

and Amelia could help!

Now, before you go and get all riled up,

I think it's best that you talk it over with your dad. Okay?

Oh, but a surprise would be so much more fun.

Plus, then he can't say no.

(laughing)

Okay, let me think it over.

In the meantime, you go and put some warm clothing on

to go shopping. If my ears don't deceive me,

that's Harold Thomas with his snow plow coming our way.

Let's go.

(hammering)

So, uh...

How's your new house guest?

Amelia? She's fine.

Sophie's crazy about her.

(chuckling) Yeah... And you?

She's growing on me.

Melanie tells me she's quite attractive.

She is. Although, she comes from loads of money

and lives halfway across the world.

So?

So, there's no chance of anything happening between us,

if that's what you're thinking.

And I know that's what you're thinking.

Why not?

She's only here by accident.

She'll be gone when the storm's clear.

Doesn't seem like an accident.

I mean, something sure put

a fire under you to finish this place.

And she kind of did arrive from out of nowhere.

I mean, she literally fell from the clouds.

Careful, there, George Bailey,

or next thing you know, you'll be hearing bells ringing.

What, you don't believe in Christmas miracles?

Finishing this house for Sophie

in time for Christmas, now that would be a miracle.

Fair enough.

Grandma, can we get a picture with Santa?

Yes. But it would appear that the North Pole

isn't quite open for business yet.

Well...

Then can we go back and get the scarf that we saw for Dad?

It can be a gift from all of us.

Alright. One last stop,

and then a photo with Santa, and then on to lunch.

I can wait here and hold your place.

Oh, would you, dear? We'll only be a minute, right?

Of course.

Alright, well, don't go wandering off, now.

You know what can happen when you do.

I'll be right here.

(indistinct chattering)

(soft music)

Can I help you?

- Oh, I, uh... - You mind?

This chair?

My chair?

Oh...

Sorry, uh, just reminded me of home.

(laughing) Mr. Harley? Is that you?

Please, call me Fred.

Or maybe you should call me Santa.

We don't want to confuse the kids.

You look right at home sitting there.

You sure you're not a queen?

(chuckling)

Does your wife know you're moonlighting as Santa?

I imagine she'd want you taking photos on the farm.

Sarah's too good a woman not to share me.

I split my time all over the town.

Wherever Santa's needed.

You sound like a busy man.

Well, for somebody who visits every house in the world

on Christmas Eve, not so much.

(chuckling) I suppose.

Well, I ought to let you get back to work.

Oh, stick around. You can have a front row seat

- for Santa's speech. - Speech?

I could use some advice.

I'm not great at public speaking.

Oh. Well...

I've got a simple trick...

that I find works every time. Not just for public speaking,

but all sorts of applications.

Now, I'm intrigued.

What is the trick?

Speak from the heart.

As long as you're honest with what's going on in here,

you'll always be okay.

Thank you, Santa. I will take that to heart.

Good. (laughing)

Ho-ho-ho!

Merry Christmas, boys and girls!

(laughing)

Look, I am sorry about the bad weather

you've been having lately.

I think Santa brought a little bit of the North Pole

down here with him.

(laughing)

But I know...

that every one of you is gonna have a Christmas

as wonderful and magical

as each and every child here.

So, come on up, tell Santa what your heart desires,

and I'll try and make it happen for you.

So, what I want you to do

is find Santa's elf, right here,

and you stand in line behind her

and then come on up and tell me your desires.

Alright? (laughing)

(knocking on door)

Come on in. (door opening)

That you, Brock?

No. It's Amelia.

Amelia, I wasn't expecting you here.

Annie dropped me off.

She thought you might want some lunch.

Ah...

That was sweet of you to bring it by.

Where's my mom now?

She took Sophie next door to see Libby.

Ah... Good.

She said you told her not to bring Sophie by.

Yeah, I didn't want her to see the surprise.

Surprise?

Wanna see?

- Yes. - Okay.

Come on.

Started working on this two years ago.

Something special for Sophie.

She is crazy about horses.

Oh, she'll love it.

I still have to stain the wood, paint the walls.

Brock's gonna help me install some lighting too.

Did you carve all this?

Took quite a while.

You're a real artist, Sam.

Thanks.

This is why I didn't want my mom bringing Sophie.

I was working on it in my shop

and just brought it over this morning.

It's really something special. Sophie will be thrilled.

That's if I can get it done before Christmas.

It's a lot of work.

Let me help you.

- You? - Yes, me.

I can at least paint.

That's really nice,

but I wouldn't want you to get

your pretty little fingers dirty.

I'll have you know I'm quite capable.

I didn't mean it that way. I...

Okay, if you wanna help, be my guest.

- Great. Let's get to work. - Alright.

So, have you ever painted before?

Quite a bit.

I took private instructions

from one of Vollan's most skilled artists.

I meant with a roller.

Roller, brush... How hard can it be?

Guess we'll find out.

(soft music)

Wow! Look at this!

Accent walls and everything!

- It looks great. - Thank you.

- Oh, you've got a little... - Oh.

Let me get it for you.

There.

Sophie's gonna love these colours.

Too bad you won't be here to see.

I wish I could.

I spoke to my assistant this morning,

and they're just waiting on word from the airport.

Assistant, huh?

(chuckling) Must be nice.

And I bet you're excited to get home.

I suppose.

You don't sound too excited.

No, I am.

I'm just...

not looking forward to facing my father.

I doubt he's too pleased by my little detour.

Yeah. From what you've told me,

I imagine he is not.

But I like to think it was worth the trouble.

It was.

I've really enjoyed all the new holiday experiences.

Building a snowman, baking Christmas cookies,

decorating an entire tree.

But most of all, I've...

really enjoyed the time with Sophie and Annie.

And even you, despite your momentary lapses of manners.

Okay, I may be a little rough around the edges,

but, you know, I think I clean up pretty well.

Well, that remains to be seen. (chuckling)

I guess you'll just have to stick around

a little longer then.

Uh, we should probably check on Sophie.

Yeah. Yeah.

(soft music)

(horse neighing)

I can't wait until we live next door again.

Me neither! You can come brush Nateo's mane all the time!

So, any word on the airport?

According to Annie,

it could take another day or two to reopen.

Oh, no. That's right up to Christmas!

I know.

I'm worried I won't make it home in time for Christmas dinner.

It's a big affair in my family.

Well, if you're here, at least you can come

to the Christmas Eve party.

Yeah, the whole town is going!

Sophie told me about it.

Oh, it'll be fun!

And I'm the party chair this year, so double fun!

(laughing)

Yes. Sophie is excited to go.

She wants Sam to go as well.

Um, that's not likely.

He refused last year, and he certainly didn't seem

too excited about the idea when I mentioned it

- the other night. - I know.

The thing is, she wants to surprise him rather than ask.

I think it would be good for them all.

Me too.

But can you convince Sam?

I don't think so.

But you know what?

Maybe Brock can help.

Don't worry, I have an idea. Let me talk it over with Brock.

Sophie, I can't believe you're not taking Nateo for a ride.

I did earlier!

- Nateo has earned a break. - Ah.

Fortunately, Sophie can come over and ride

any time she likes.

Amelia, do you like horses?

Oh, I love horses.

You know, in Vollan, we are famous for them.

We even have them on our flag!

- Wow. - Wow.

I've been riding since I was a girl.

I don't mean to boast, but I have won my fair share

of show jumping competitions.

No way!

Dad won't let me jump yet.

He says it's too dangerous.

Well, it can be tricky.

My father wouldn't let me jump until well into my teens,

and I think he only allowed it

because my mother was so passionate about horses.

It requires a skilled instructor to teach you.

In fact, I've thought about teaching, myself.

Although I don't know where I would find the time.

It's too bad you can't stay any longer.

You could teach me.

You could teach both of us!

Oh, I would love to.

Nothing would please me more.

Can you at least show us some jumps

while you're still here?

Yeah, we have the course all set up!

Oh, I don't know...

- Please? - Pretty please?

(others chuckling)

I suppose, if Melanie didn't mind,

I could give a short demonstration?

No. Not at all!

Let's go get you some gear.

- Wow! - Go, Nateo!

Incredible!

Go, Amelia! Go, Nateo!

Wow! I wish I could do that.

(neighing) Go, Nateo!

Yeah! Go, Amelia!

He's doing so well.

- Wow. - That was incredible.

How'd you do that?

Nateo, you were awesome!

(laughing)

You girls will have no trouble with a bit of practice.

I've gotta say, that was quite impressive.

What, did you think I sat around private jets

and fancy tea parties all day?

There are probably a few things

you'd be surprised to know that I'm good at.

(neighing)

(laughing)

Good boy.

(bright holiday music)

Someone's in a hurry.

Apparently, she's going to look up Vollan horses

- on the internet. - Oh.

And that is a pressing matter.

(chuckling)

You coming?

Just a minute.

Taking in the house.

I love these lights.

They're nothing like back home.

Our decorations are so grand.

Austere.

Beautiful, but a bit cold.

But everything here is so warm and welcoming.

The people, too.

(bells jingling)

Sam, look!

(whining)

Oh! What are you doing here?

Huh? Aw!

(Amelia gasping)

I know this dog!

That nice man from the tree farm owns him.

Storm! That's his name!

It's a good thing you saw him.

I can't believe he found me.

You know, Storm's the reason I'm here in the first place.

He's the reason my plane left without me.

I heard his jingle bell ringing in the distance, and...

For some reason, I felt the need to follow.

I don't know why.

(soft music)

And then, I ran into you.

Really? Because of this little guy?

Yes! (chuckling)

He's cute, isn't he?

He sure is.

And I bet Mr. Harley is worried sick about him.

But I think they've closed the roads to his house,

just in case it snowed.

Perhaps you could take him home tonight.

Sophie would love it!

(chuckling)

Yeah. Guess she would.

- Aw! - Alright.

(chuckling) Let's go.

(gasping) Oh, whoa, whoa.

We have a dog!

Not for long.

Oh, look at him!

(laughing) What's this about?

It's Fred Harley's dog. Storm.

Yeah. We spotted him near the house.

Seems to really have taken to Amelia.

This is the second time she's seen him.

I'll take him back in the morning.

No, don't take him away!

I've always wanted a dog.

I'm sorry, honey, he's already got a home.

Look, I'm gonna make sure that she gets a bath.

You make sure he gets a bath. Okay, let's go.

You can sleep in the mudroom.

(sighing) Don't worry. I'll help you.

Thanks.

So, do you have a dog back home?

No. I've always wanted one, but my father wouldn't allow it.

- He's a cat person. - Ah.

We have two, Fiona and Mitander.

Both pure white Persians.

Yeah. I can totally see that. I'm picturing jewelled collars.

- You're right. - Real ones?

(laughing) No, not real ones.

How about yours?

- This? - Mm-hmm.

It's an heirloom. It belonged to my mother.

I think that's part of the reason why

my father is so overprotective.

I'm all the family he has.

Kind of like you and Sophie.

(chuckling) I am not overprotective!

Maybe just a little bit.

Nothing wrong with that.

It just shows how much you love her.

Okay... (clears throat)

Water's ready. Let's get this little guy in the tub, huh?

- Come on, boy. - Have you got him?

Yeah. I got him. I got him. Oh...

- You sure? - Yeah. I've got him.

(whining)

Oh, oh...

(gasping)

(laughing) He showed you who's boss!

Yeah, very funny.

(laughing)

It is. It is funny.

It's not gonna be if my mom sees that dog

dragging suds through the house.

I'm gonna be the one sleeping in the mudroom!

(laughing)

(Annie): Sam Cutler!

Uh-oh. Too late.

(clears throat)

Well... Good news!

I just got off the phone with the airport,

and apparently, the last storm front

should be moving through tonight.

So hopefully, we'll wake up to a clear Christmas Eve!

Finally!

It also looks like the airport may reopen tomorrow!

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

And they also said they received word from Vollan

about a returning flight.

So, I will be home in time for Christmas.

That's wonderful news!

But you'll miss the Christmas Eve party.

Can't you stay for it?

Oh, I wish I could,

but I have to get home.

I have my own family obligations.

I'm sure Amelia has many important responsibilities

to attend to in her country.

Uh, but I do have good news about the party.

Really? What is it?

I spoke to Libby's mother this afternoon,

and she's agreed to help surprise your father.

Really? That's great!

Let's hope it works. But in the meantime,

we're just gonna keep it a secret between us ladies.

- Okay? Shh. Mum's the word. - Alright.

Go on upstairs and get ready for bed.

- Okay. - Say goodnight to Amelia.

- Goodnight, Amelia! - Goodnight.

I hope you can stay a little longer.

We really like having you here.

Dad really likes you, too.

Thank you.

See you in the morning.

- More cider? - No, thank you.

Sophie is really gonna miss you.

We all are.

You've made quite an impression on us this Christmas.

And you on me.

Well, I better get to bed myself.

The airport has me on call for the morning shift

in case it reopens early.

(chuckling) Yes.

And if they do, your plane can return.

From what they told me, your family was quite eager

to get you home.

I know they are.

And...

He also said they called you...

Princess Amelia.

Goodnight, dear.

(soft music)

(sighing)

(bright music)

(chuckling)

Let's give him a big flowing mane.

Yeah!

I have a horse named Jasper with a mane like that.

- You do? - Yes.

And he loves when I comb it.

Do you ride him often?

Hmm. Not so much anymore.

It's hard to find the time.

But I used to when I was your age.

You're very talented, you know?

Thanks. I get it from my dad.

He sketches everything he builds.

I've seen some of his work at the house.

He is a bit of an artist.

You have?

He won't let me see it yet.

He wants it to be a surprise.

I really miss our home.

He's working hard to finish it.

How about I fetch the supplies we bought

to make the Christmas frames?

Alright. But close the door so he doesn't see our drawing.

(chuckling) Alright.

(intriguing music)

(gasping) Oh...

I didn't realize you were standing there.

Sorry if I startled you.

Whatcha got there?

Oh, nothing.

- Nothing, huh? - Mm-hmm.

- Why don't we take a look? - No.

- Come on, let me... - No.

Come on, let me... Let me just take a little...

No. No, Sam! It's a surprise!

Dad, it's for Christmas!

Okay. Sorry, honey, I didn't know.

I guess I can wait.

But I don't think your grandma can.

She needs your help.

Something about baking ginger bread cakes?

Oh, yeah! Awesome! Let's go, Storm.

(chuckling)

Mm-mm!

Well, looks like the weather's finally improved.

Come on, boy.

It's time to get you home.

No, don't take him away, Dad.

Honey, I spoke with Mr. Harley

and he was really excited to hear that we had found Storm.

I told him we'd return him this morning.

Yes.

Can't we keep him just a little longer?

I'm sorry. He's got to go home.

Tell you what...

When we move back home, maybe...

we get a dog of our own.

- Really? - Sure.

But first, I gotta finish the house.

And it looks like

you got lots of ginger bread cakes to finish, too.

Yeah. We're making them for the...

For Christmas! When Santa comes.

Yeah, we need something sweet for Santa.

That's right. Let's check and see

- if that last batch is ready. - Alright.

So, my mom tells me

the airport's likely to open today.

Which means... you'll be leaving.

Yes, it looks that way.

Well, I hope you come say goodbye before you go.

Alright.

Alright, Storm. Time to get you home.

(Storm panting)

Annie, could I talk to you?

(sighing)

I don't think it's me you need to talk to.

I know.

I think you need to tell Sam about your royal standing.

- But I can't. - Well, someone has to.

He clearly has feelings for you.

He'll feel so betrayed if he finds out

that I knew and I didn't tell him.

Please, I'm not ready yet.

Well, I will.

Unless you're ready to do it yourself.

Alright.

(soft music)

(sighing)

Brock says the place looks great!

And to think only a week ago,

we were worried it wouldn't happen at all.

But then, you came along.

What do you mean?

Come on, I saw the way he looked at you yesterday.

He's hooked!

And don't think I didn't see the way

you were looking at him, too.

What look?

In any case,

I just think it's great

to see him ready to move on.

Well, that almost does it!

Let's go get ready.

(phone ringing) Oh!

Hey, hon, how's it going?

What do you mean?

(sighing) Oh, no...

Well, I have an idea.

Just come over here and pick up Amelia.

She can persuade him.

Sorry, that was Brock.

He said that Sam's getting cold feet.

I might've volunteered you to make sure

he shows up tonight.

But... I don't know what to say!

Oh, don't worry! He'll listen to you.

(chuckling)

Please. Can you at least try?

For Sophie's sake?

Yes, alright.

(whistling)

(door opening and closing)

(whistling continues)

The place looks incredible.

Thanks.

Come to say goodbye?

Not quite yet.

But soon.

Back to jet-setting and fancy parties, huh?

Ah, something like that.

So, no more "ordinary" for you here in Tucker?

I don't know if I would call it ordinary anymore.

It felt like that at first.

But now...

It feels... extraordinary.

(enchanting music)

Still feel... extraordinary?

More than ever.

So...

What now?

(sighing) Sam...

I need to tell you something.

Okay.

(phone beeping) About my family. About me.

I'm sorry.

Oh.

- What is it? - It's Melanie.

Oh, I almost forgot!

Um, she needed my help with something.

- At Town Hall. - Town Hall?

It's probably about the Christmas Eve party.

Yes. Do you think you could give me a lift?

I'm already running late.

I don't think I should be seen like this at a fancy party.

On that, we are agreed.

Fortunately, I need to go to the house and change.

You could freshen up a bit.

(sighing)

Please, Sam.

(sighing)

Yeah. Sure.

I can at least give you a ride.

Wonderful!

(indistinct chatter)

(bright music)

Wow, I forgot how big of a deal this party is.

It's supposed to be something special.

Let's go inside. Sophie is waiting.

(sighing)

I don't think I can do it.

Sam. Sophie wanted to surprise you.

We're here! It's Christmas Eve!

I just don't think I can.

Why not?

(soft music)

Two years ago, on Christmas Eve,

we all came to the party together.

My mom took Sophie home early.

My wife and I stayed.

On the way home,

I was tired, so she drove.

We hit some black ice.

Sam, I'm sorry. I didn't know.

It's okay.

Why don't you go on ahead?

I'm okay, I just...

need some time alone.

Are you sure?

Yeah. I'm sure.

Sam, I know this is a challenge for you.

But I know Sophie would love it if you could join her inside.

So would I.

(indistinct chatter)

Perfect. And you make sure you stay here until we leave.

Alright? Perfect. Top that.

(clears throat)

Well, I'd better go rouse the king.

Your Majesty? We've arrived.

(indistinct chatter)

Dad! Amelia, you came!

(laughing)

Well, look who the storm blew in!

Oh, you came!

Now, we can get this party started!

Well, you're the party chairperson.

I think it might be time to do the greeting and toast.

Would you help me to do the honours?

I would love to.

Wait. I thought you dreaded public speaking.

I usually do.

But I'm not settling for my usual anymore.

(laughing)

I'm so glad you came.

Okay, come on. Mel's on.

Come up, everyone.

Gather round! (laughing)

Oh, welcome, friends and neighbours,

to the 32nd annual Tucker town Christmas Eve party!

(applause, cheering)

Usually, the party chairperson gives the toast.

But this year, we have a special visitor,

and I've invited her here to help do the honours.

Thank you, Melanie. (sighing)

Merry Christmas Eve, everyone!

I'm Amelia Archelus from the country of Vollan,

and I've had the privilege

of spending the last few days here in your special town.

The hospitality I've been shown has been extraordinary,

and I want to say how very lucky you are

to call such a special place your home.

I'd especially like to thank Annie and Sam Cutler,

and Sam's lovely daughter, Sophie,

for hosting me these past few days

during the storms.

The kindness and generosity that they have shown

reflect the very spirit of Christmas.

So, this Christmas, let's be thankful,

and let's embrace that spirit.

As Annie said to me on my first night here:

"If it wasn't for the kindness and generosity

of the innkeeper and his manger,

we wouldn't have the story of Christmas as we know it."

- Merry Christmas! - Merry Christmas!

(cheering, applause)

(indistinct chatter)

She was great.

You have impressed me once again.

Thank you.

Listen, Sam, I really need to tell you...

Amelia.

What are you doing?

Father! I didn't expect you.

Sam, this is my father,

King Elsworth Archelus of Vollan.

- King? - Yes.

So you're a princess?

A real princess?

Yes. But I'm still just me.

Wow!

I'm sorry I didn't tell you all.

Your Majesty, this is the Cutler family.

This is Sam, Sophie, and Sam's mother, Annie.

They were kind enough to host me.

Pleased to make your acquaintance.

And thank you for taking such good care of my daughter.

(sighing)

My dear, we should get back to the airport

and be on our way.

- Yes, Father. - No, you can't leave yet!

The party's just started and you're the special guest.

You too, Your Majesty.

You've come all this way, and it's Christmas Eve!

Can't you stay just a little longer?

At least for one dance?

Alright, I suppose we have time for one dance.

Oh. (chuckling)

Sam. I'm sorry.

I tried to tell you earlier. But I just... I didn't know how.

I was worried about getting you here for Sophie!

Please don't be angry. It's nearly Christmas!

(clears throat)

Would you like to dance, Princess Amelia?

(chuckling) With pleasure.

(soft music)

Am I even allowed to touch a princess?

Only if invited.

You're invited.

(chuckling)

Like this?

So, does that mean, one day you'll be a queen?

I will.

I made you wash a dog!

I offered.

And you painted Sophie's bedroom!

I loved painting Sophie's bedroom.

I love Sophie, Sam.

- I only wish... - I know.

I wish, too.

But now, we'll just have to settle for this.

Thank you, Amelia.

Thank you for helping me give my daughter

the best Christmas ever.

Thank you for sharing your Christmas with me.

And for helping me find my voice.

(soft holiday music)

(indistinct radio chatter)

It's only a 40-minute flight to Boston.

The Ambassador is looking forward to seeing you.

Did you hear that, Amelia?

I have a surprise for you.

We're attending a Christmas Eve event

with Vollan's Ambassador in Boston tonight.

- Oh. - It's only for an hour or two.

Then, we'll be staying overnight at the lovely Carlton Hotel,

returning home in the morning, well in time

for the Royal Christmas Dinner.

I see.

Come, come, Amelia.

It'll be pleasant!

I thought you'd be pleased to visit the city

after being trapped in this little town.

I wasn't trapped.

For the first time in my life, I didn't feel trapped at all.

You really enjoyed your time here, didn't you?

I did.

I experienced a freedom I never could back home.

And I...

You know...

I heard your speech.

Did you?

It was impressive.

I can see something's changed in you.

So confident and eloquent,

just like your mother.

You made me proud.

I have no doubt in your abilities

with whatever you do.

Thank you, Father.

I just want you to be happy.

Is that what you want?

Yes, of course.

Especially at Christmas.

Just tell me how.

There is one thing that would make me very happy

this Christmas. And others, too!

Here. This one's from me.

Oh, alright!

(chuckling)

Sweetheart.

That is a beautiful drawing.

Thank you.

Did you make this frame, too?

With Amelia's help.

Well, I absolutely love it.

Thank you.

(chuckling) Here.

This one is from me, too.

- Another one? - And Grandma.

She paid for it.

(laughing) Thanks, Mom.

Oh, you're welcome, honey.

Amelia was the one that picked it out, though.

I really wish she was here.

Yeah, me too.

Let's see... Woo!

Really cool! (chuckling)

Look at that.

Let's see how it looks.

What do you think?

- Great. - Dapper, very.

(laughing)

Well, I absolutely love it, ladies! Thank you.

(doorbell ringing)

- Oh. - Oh.

- Who could that be? - Will you get that, honey?

What's that? I want Grandma's now.

(puppy whining)

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Come in.

(chuckling)

Merry Christmas, everyone.

(gasping) Amelia! You came back!

With a puppy! Oh my goodness.

- Merry Christmas, Sophie! - He's so cute!

(gasping) Thank you so much.

Hello!

Sorry about the dog.

I will get over it.

Amelia! Oh, it's so good to see you again.

Merry Christmas, Annie.

Wait, we have to do our tree bows

so our Christmas wishes come true!

You're right.

Although, I think mine already has.

(laughing)

Let's go find our bows on the tree.

(puppy whining)

- Ready? - Yeah.

One, two, three...

(magical sparkling)

(laughing)

Yay!

Alright, ladies.

Put on your coats.

Because there's one more present to open,

and it requires a bit of walking.

- What?! - Okay!

- Woo-hoo! - Come on. Put on your coat.

Alright.

(chuckling) After you.

- Hey! - Merry Christmas!

I got a puppy!

- Merry Christmas! - Merry Christmas!

- Wow! - Merry Christmas!

Oh, Merry Christmas!

Alright, Sophie, open your last present.

(gasping) Oh my goodness.

It's beautiful.

You should see your bedroom! That is the real surprise.

Okay. Come on.

Oh my goodness! (chuckling)

- Wait for it! (Sophie): It's awesome!

Look at the bed! (laughing)

- Told you she'd love it. - Yeah. You were right.

You were right about a lot of things.

So... Now what, Princess?

Well, I have a plane to catch,

a royal dinner to attend,

and another toast to give before the day's over.

But, I am a princess, after all

with a royal jet at my disposal.

And I was thinking Sophie would love to attend

the Royal New Year's Eve Ball in Vollan.

But she will need a chaperone!

Thank you guys so much.

I love you, sweetie.

This is the best Christmas present ever!

(soft music)

(chuckling)