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Enjoy the holidays

and congratulations to all of us for this exceptional year.

Agence Grateau couldn't exist without your hard work

and creative genius.

So, I look forward to another successful year.

- Cheers. - Cheers!

I don't know if I should thank you or blame you for everything this year,

but it wouldn't have been the same without you.

Thank you?

Oh, I wanted to bring a couple of client issues to your attention.

Oh, no, no, no. Sorry, Emily.

My holiday officially started with this toast.

- Oh, okay, yeah, I'll just email you. - Don't.

Don't email and definitely don't call.

Joyeux Noël, Emily.

Joyeux Noël, Sylvie.

♪ Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing Ring-ting-tingle-ing too ♪

♪ Come on, it's lovely weather For a sleigh ride together with you ♪

♪ Outside the snow is falling And friends are calling "you-hoo" ♪

Luc, where did that come from?

Oh, that? That was nothing.

When are you leaving for Chicago?

Tomorrow. I'm so excited.

Are you traveling?

No. My Christmas present is arriving from Barcelona in a few hours.

His name is Dominique. Look.

- Ooh! Gorgeous. - Mm-hmm.

He visits his family in Paris every Christmas.

Oh, you have a Christmas boyfriend.

- More like a stocking stuffer. - Oh!

He's like Santa Claus. Comes just once a year.

Or a few times, depending.

Naughty and nice.

Just like you, Emily.

Uh, looks like your present's just arrived.

Merry Christmas, guys.

- Merry Christmas, Emily. - Merry Christmas, Emily.

Oh. This is almost perfect.

Almost? What's missing?

It's not Christmas without snow.

Well, it rarely snows in Paris, but when it does, it's good luck.

I don't need luck.

I'm finally flying back to Chicago. And it's on Christmas.

I just really wish you were coming with me.

Ah, me too, me too.

There's no way I can leave the restaurant for so long.

Ooh!

So what were your Christmases like?

Oh. Well, uh, I don't have much family,

so I've spent the past several holidays with Camille's.

- Mmm. - At the house in Megève.

I have oysters and goose and spend Christmas Day skiing, basically.

Well, that sounds very French.

Are you okay that I'm spending Christmas with them?

Yeah, of course.

You're having a baby.

They're, um... They're part of your life.

Our lives.

I really wish I could take you back to Chicago with me.

I wanna start making Christmas memories with you.

This is a pretty good one.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS PARIS

Hey, will you come sit on this while I try to close it?

No way, that thing will

catapult me out the window.

You've got to take some stuff out.

What? No, everything's essential.

You have, like, four light-up Christmas sweaters in here,

plus matching pajamas for everyone, plus all your gifts.

Okay, maybe I'm overdoing it,

but that's what Cooper Christmases are for. We go hard.

Mmm.

Oh! I need my running tights for the 5K at Navy Pier.

You guys run on Christmas?

Uh, yeah.

You'd love it. It's our tradition.

Sounds so fun.

At least you get the place to yourself.

I can't believe that you didn't wanna join Nico and his family in St. Barts.

Seriously? No, thank you.

I've done Christmas in the middle of a succession war before. Nightmare.

I'm just gonna stay here in Paris

and host my usual orphan's Christmas party.

That's my tradition.

Oh, sounds fun. What do you do?

A lot of Molly.

- What? - I said it's real jolly.

Mmm.

Benoît and Étienne are gonna play Christmas songs for everyone.

Benoît? Have you guys talked since, uh...

Since what?

Since you didn't kiss at Laurent G's party.

That was a performance, Emily.

We were giving the audience a taste of what they wanted

while also leaving them wanting more.

Leaving who wanting more?

Benoît is my bandmate.

Nico is my boyfriend. End of story.

Okay.

Well, you have fun at your party with your bandmate.

Just, uh... stay away from the mistletoe.

- Oh. - My mistletoe socks.

Bonjour.

Bonjour.

Passport and boarding pass, please.

Merry Christmas Eve.

So I know this is probably gonna be overweight,

but I packed an empty tote bag just in case. Phew.

No need. We allow heavier bags for our business class passengers.

Business cla...

No, there must be a mistake. Sorry, I'm in Premium Economy.

No mistake.

Here is your new boarding pass.

Merci beaucoup.

Uh, actually, do you mind letting me know how I was upgraded,

just so I can make sure it happens in the future?

Well, it seems that it was a gift.

Sylvie Grateau, what did you do?

What part of don't call did you not understand?

Thank you so much!

I'm not even on the plane yet, and this lounge is so chic.

They keep offering me champagne. Is it too early?

It's certainly too early for stupid questions.

This place is huge! I'm finally making it to the second floor.

I mean, did you know that there's a spa in here?

Yes, I know. Why don't you get a facial and put your phone down?

Do you know who does the marketing for Air France?

I think we should set a meeting.

I mean, I could sell this airline on the lounge alone.

"Luxury begins on the ground."

The whole purpose of a lounge, a spa, and a holiday

is to relax, unplug, be quiet.

But write that pitch down.

Ah, it's good, right?

Mmm, yeah, it will be. Next year.

Allez, bon voyage!

Attention, passengers on Air France flight 136

- to Chicago. - Yum.

Due to severe weather at O'Hare Airport, this flight is cancelled.

All flights to Chicago

are grounded until further notice.

Please let me carry something.

No, you're already carrying something.

This weekend, I want to find some time for ourselves.

Yeah.

- Maybe a quiet dinner? - Yeah.

We've got to pick up our order.

It's nice to see you two together.

After the wedding, I didn't know how any of this was going to work,

but things are falling into place.

What do you mean? Gabriel is with Emily.

Maybe, but she's in Chicago and he's here with you.

Everyone's where they belong.

Holidays clarify what's really important. Family.

And maybe there will be a Christmas miracle.

It's more complicated than that.

But love is always complicated.

Hmm.

Well, we won't be lacking anything.

Thank you. It's nice of you to help me with Christmas dinner.

Don't mention it.

Help you? You just stand around and drink.

What?! That's not true!

- No, she supervises. - Yes, that's it. I supervise.

- Emily, ça va? - Not bien.

Not bien at all.

They canceled my flight and now I have to wait for my bag.

I'm so sorry.

It's Emily. Her flight was canceled.

I'm not gonna make it home for Christmas now.

- I could just come back to Paris. - No.

I can't ask you to do that.

No, it's okay. They'll understand.

What?!

But you can't! You just got here and I need your help with dinner.

Emily can come here.

What are you thinking? Be serious.

I am serious.

Emily, it's Gérard.

We would love to have you in Megève.

Oh. Um, that's... very nice of you. But...

Gabriel will send you train instructions,

and we'll see you for dinner with the whole family.

- But... - Je suis le Champère,

and I will not accept no for an answer.

Magnifique.

She's coming, everyone.

Come, my love.

Honey, everything's going to be fine.

You know, uh... I can just meet her in Paris.

It's fine. Really.

- Are you sure? - Mm-hmm.

- Really? - Yeah.

Looks like our little dinner is getting postponed.

Non, I'm not going anywhere.

I can't believe this husband of yours has you cooking dinner

for him and his illegitimate daughter.

You let that man run right over you, Sylvie.

Mom, it was my idea.

He didn't know she was alive until she was 17.

They never spend Christmas together, since she's in New York.

He's trying to make up for lost time.

Then why isn't he cooking?

How many other kids does he have?

Just one. You know that. Are you coming to dinner or not?

God, no. A college girl from New York?

You know there's a big drug scene there. Better check her bags.

Why? Do you want some?

Depends what she has.

Make sure she doesn't overstay her welcome.

Merry Christmas, dear.

♪ Finally stopping And then going in reverse ♪

♪ Now I am living among the Milanese ♪

♪ Now all my grandparents Rise up from their grave ♪

Oh!

My God, I can't believe I'm here.

It is so gorgeous. I feel like I'm in The Sound of Music.

Any minute, Julie Andrews

is gonna be running over that hill.

That was Austria. This is France.

Please don't kill my fantasy.

- No. - That is my favorite movie ever.

- Absolutely. Yes, yes, yes. - Ever.

- To the chalet. - Oh!

♪ I am held in the hands of the midwife ♪

♪ Then I am gone ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

And I say three kings!

- Bam! - No! I'm done playing.

- Hi. - Ah. Okay.

Emily! Merry Christmas.

Aw. Hi.

- Ça va? - Oh!

Emily, what an unexpected pleasure.

Thank you so much for having me. I... I really hope that I'm not imposing.

Oh, of course not.

If you can't be with your family, I'm glad that you can spend it with ours.

Did you see my TikTok about the wedding?

It got a pretty big response.

You know, it's nothing personal. Just art.

Look what Santa brought us.

- Ah! - Ta-da!

May I take your coat?

- Oh, uh, sure. Thank you. - Oh, wait, let me help you with this.

Merry Christmas!

Oh, mon Dieu!

Uh...

It's an ugly Christmas sweater.

Yes, I can see that.

So, you do know it's ugly, but you seem to like wearing it?

Well, it's a silly thing that my family does back in Chicago.

- Ah. - I packed extras in my suitcase

if anyone wants one.

I'm gonna check on the roast.

Uh, Camille, could you show her the room, please?

Oh, yeah.

And take the bag.

Thank you.

I like it.

It's her.

I hope this will be comfortable enough. I should've booked her a hotel room.

Yes, you should have.

But it's only for a few nights, right?

Yes, just until she's settled in Paris.

She's interviewing for a job in fashion. I told you.

She's interviewing... No, you did not.

Is something burning?

Shit, the turkey!

Ah!

Shit!

Genevieve.

Sylvie, it's nice to see you.

And thank you so much for having me here

for Christmas and letting me stay with you.

My pleasure. I hope you find the couch comfortable.

Oh, it is.

I spent a few nights on it myself.

Well, honestly, I am in heaven just being here in Paris.

Come on. Let me get your coat.

Oh, don't bother. We're going out for dinner.

Out? I thought you cooked a turkey.

Do I look like someone who cooks a turkey?

Come on, let's go.

Uh, Emily, would you please turn, um, that off for dinner?

Oh. Oh, yeah, of course. I don't want to waste the battery anyway.

- Can I do it for you? - Oh, I'm fine. Thanks.

Um, well, I noticed that you guys don't have any stockings above the fireplace.

Is that not a thing in France?

Oh, no. Here, we just leave our shoes by the fire for Saint Nicolas.

Oh. How fun.

Mmm! It's only fun if you've been good,

but if you've been bad, you get a visit from...

...Le Père Fouettard.

Who's that?

It's Santa's helper.

He keeps an eye on us to make sure we behave.

Oh, like a French Elf on a Shelf. Oh, that's cute.

Cute? No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Père Fouettard is a cruel, violent man who accompanies Saint Nicolas.

Good children get gifts, bad children get whipped.

Whipped? Really?

Or beaten with a stick, depending on the region.

I'm sorry. This is a Christmas character?

An evil visitor keeps us vigilant.

Even on holiday.

- Maman. Be nice. - Yes,

I am nice.

I don't know what catastrophe she'll cause again. That's all.

Um, you want some wine?

So, your father tells me you've just graduated from university,

and you've already landed a job in fashion?

Not quite, but I do have an interview next week

in Paris for an assistant position.

Oh! Yeah, I... I misunderstood.

Yeah, do you know who, uh, Carine Roitfeld is?

She used to run Vogue Paris.

You have an interview with Carine? Really?

I mean, it's just a small assistant position,

but I guess something about my résumé caught her attention.

I've known Carine for years, and I'll put in a good word for you.

Oh, my God, thank you, Sylvie.

You know, it's always been my dream to live and work in Paris.

Well, then, let's get you your dream job

and your dream apartment as soon as possible.

- Cheers. - Santé.

Santé.

Emily's FaceTiming her parents for a while. You wanted to talk?

Now is not the time.

Camille, I know you. What's up?

No, it's nothing. I...

Maybe I was excited to have you to myself for Christmas.

Hey, do you know a better spot for cell reception?

I could barely get a connection upstairs.

Unfortunately, it's pretty bad everywhere in the mountains. Sorry.

It's okay.

At least I got to talk to them for a few minutes before we got cut off.

Um, do you still wanna go see the town at night?

You should. The Christmas tree is beautiful.

Uh, yeah, I'll go, um, get my coat and boots.

Great.

Do you want to join us?

For the same walk we used to take together? No, thanks.

You sure?

Mm-hmm. Have fun.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

She'll clean it up. Don't worry.

Just as soon as she finds a job and an apartment?

I'm going to call Carine to make sure it happens.

Super. Very good idea. Do you think she'll listen to you?

We're old friends. She's a bit obsessed with me.

All I have to do is tell her I'm interested in hiring her

and she'll try to snatch her from me.

Allô, Carine.

Yes, Merry Christmas. It's Sylvie.

Sorry to disturb your holiday,

but I'd like to talk to you about a young lady

you're interviewing to be your assistant.

Well?

What did she say?

Uh, she said if I like her that much, I should take her.

Bonjour, Emily!

Make sure you stretch before you ski.

Flexibility is your strongest armor against a broken leg. Or worse...

I think I'm gonna be staying off the slopes.

You got home late last night.

Oh. Yeah, Gabriel was showing me around Megève.

You wanted French Christmas traditions,

so you got the oldest one.

Sneaking out late with a mistress.

I'm not his mistress, I'm his girlfriend.

Oh, Emily, come on.

You're always so positive, I love that about you.

But think, is he at your house right now for Christmas dinner?

With your family?

Not this year, but...

Will it be easier when there is a baby?

You really are adorable. This is why I can't stay mad at you.

I just think you deserve more.

But maybe it's enough for you.

Emily, you're not ready?

You're coming skiing, right?

- Oh. No, I... I don't think so. - But you've skied before.

Yeah, but that was years ago, and I really don't want to slow you guys down.

Oh, no, but there's nothing to worry about.

I've been skiing these hills my whole life.

Well, I don't even have the right clothes to wear.

Don't be silly. You can borrow mine.

And I'll be next to you the whole time.

Oh.

Okay, sure.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

I'm gonna grab you some clothes.

Enjoy.

♪ Ding dong merrily on high ♪

♪ In heaven the bells are ringing ♪

♪ Ding dong merrily on high ♪

♪ Come hear the people singing ♪

Whoa! This is the bunny hill?

No, we never see any bunnies here. Sometimes goats.

I mean, this is for beginners?

Oh. Yeah. It's the easy way down.

But stay away from the right side though. Expert only.

Huh. Thanks for the warning. I can't even see anything.

It's okay. We're gonna go slowly down together.

You take care of Emily.

And you be careful. You're skiing for two now.

You just want me to go slow so I don't beat you again.

I'm the expert skier.

You are... better in the kitchen.

- Here you go. - Mm-hmm.

I don't think the strap is right.

Meet me down the slope.

Camille, wait!

Whoa.

Gabriel, wait!

Whoa!

Camille! Doucement!

Whoa!

Okay.

Oh! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Merde.

Bonjour. Est-ce que ça va?

Uh...

Ciao. Tutto bene?

I don't... I don't know.

Ah, an American. Italiano.

Are you all right, Miss...

- Emily. - Emily.

I'm fine. I just... I don't really know how to ski very well.

Ah. Then what are you doing up here?

That's a good question.

Don't worry, Emily, I'll help you down the mountain.

You really don't have to do that.

Oh, What kind of man would I be if I left a beautiful woman stranded like this?

Well, a French man, apparently.

May I?

- Hmm? - Um...

- Sure. - We go very slowly. Hmm?

Think side to side, not down. Okay?

- Here we go. - Okay.

Oh, boy.

Oh, God.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Whoo! We made it.

Let's go again?

Thank you so much.

You saved my life, and I... I don't even know your name.

Ah. Marcello.

Well, I don't know what I would have done without you, Marcello.

You would have ridden down in shame with a ski patrol.

Quicker, but this was more fun. I think.

Ciao, beautiful Emily.

Hmm. Ciao.

Um, bonjour!

Emily!

Hi, it's me, the person you left on top of the mountain to die!

- I tried calling you. - Okay, well, I lost my phone.

I'm so sorry. I was... I was just worried about Camille and the baby.

Camille? Camille is an adult woman who self-identifies as an expert skier.

I'm sorry, this is my...

This really has nothing to do with you.

Actually, I think it does.

But it's more complicated than that. She's having my baby.

Yes. I know! Okay?

And you're always gonna choose her.

Which you should.

But I cannot be the person who constantly pulls you away from your family.

You're not. You're my girlfriend.

No.

No, I'm your mistress

who you sneak around with after Christmas dinner.

And that's all I'm ever gonna be.

What are you talking about?

We...

We keep trying to make this work,

and it's not going to work. Okay?

So it's time for us to wake up!

Emily, where are you going?

Back to Paris.

Coming here was a mistake.

Or maybe it wasn't.

Emily, do you really wanna leave like this?

Um...

So, I've been meaning to give you something.

It's a small gift.

Your French!

It's not bad.

I've been working on it, but I was nervous to try in front of you.

- Hmm. - Anyway, here.

You're full of surprises.

My dad told me that you used to be a photographer, so...

I thought you might get a kick out of this.

Oh, it's so thoughtful. Thank you.

I'm so glad you like it. I mean, you've done so much for me.

You've hosted me for Christmas, and you made that call to Carine Roitfeld.

I'm so grateful.

Yeah, I did... I did call Carine.

And, um, well, apparently...

You're one of many candidates, and I think she already found someone.

Oh.

Okay.

I feel so stupid, uh, for getting my hopes up.

Um... Thank you for trying.

But how would you like to work for me? For Agence Grateau?

Really? You're offering me a job?

Are you interested?

Yes! I am.

Oh, my God, this is incredible.

- Yeah? - Oh, my God. Thank you, thank you.

What's going on?

Sylvie just offered me a job. I still can't believe it.

I'm gonna go call my mom.

Uh, thank you, thank you, thank you. Oh, my God!

You offered her a job?

Yes, I...

I guess the Christmas spirit got to me.

Now I have to pay her a high enough salary to get her off my couch.

Mindy!

Bonsoir! Oh!

Is this your Christmas boyfriend that Emily told me about?

Dominique, enchanté.

- Enchantée. - "Christmas boyfriend"?

Is that what you tell people?

That's cute.

- Uh, can you get us some drinks? - Yeah, sure.

Bye.

Do not call him my boyfriend again.

He told me he's moving here, and he wants to give us a shot.

And that's bad? He's gorgeous.

He's only been here one day, and he already wants to play house.

He asked me to go to mass.

Well, I mean, there's plenty of guys here who will gladly take him off your hands.

Why don't you get a drink,

talk to him before he's someone else's boyfriend?

Okay.

Go, go, go, go.

Hey.

Hey.

- Hi. - Sorry I'm late.

- Oh, no. - Joyeux Noël.

Merry Christmas. Good to see you again.

Yeah, sorry. I've been busy.

- Wow. You look beautiful tonight. - Oh.

Thank you. I made it myself. No, I did not.

Okay.

Your friend, Julien, just stole my dream man.

Oh.

I don't have the energy to pretend

you are not eye-fucking each other tonight.

- What? No, we're not. - No.

- Come on. - You're drunk.

Um...

Uh, yeah. Okay. We should... We should play a song.

Yeah, yeah. Sure. Yeah.

♪ Have yourself a merry little Christmas ♪

♪ Let your heart be light ♪

♪ Next year all our troubles ♪

♪ Will be out of sight ♪

♪ Have yourself a... ♪

Look.

What did I tell you?

A Christmas miracle.

He's free now.

Just because he's not with Emily, doesn't mean he wants to be with me.

Of course he does!

Camille, stop overthinking it and talk to him.

I need a real miracle.

♪ If the fates allow ♪

♪ Until then ♪

♪ We'll have to muddle through... ♪

There's something I need to tell you.

It's about the baby.

♪ Oh, and have yourself ♪

♪ A merry little Christmas ♪

♪ Now ♪

Cooper?

Alfie.

Hi. What are you doing here?

And what are you doing here?

I thought you'd be in Chicago by now.

Uh, my flight got canceled.

And then I ended up spending Christmas Eve

with Camille's family and it's a long story.

All right.

But, um... But it ends with Gabriel and I breaking up.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

You all right? I mean, what happened?

Reality happened.

I mean, there's a reason it never worked, and I, um, finally admitted it.

Sorry. I...

It's so good to see you.

It's been a while.

How are you?

I'm good.

I mean, after everything that happened, I didn't think I would be.

I took some time for myself. Got a clean slate.

And I think I'm finally starting to... fall in love with Paris.

No. Really?

Yeah. It just fits.

It's so crazy running into you.

Mindy's, uh, throwing a party tonight.

Unless you're going to church.

- I am, actually. - Oh.

My girlfriend and her family are waiting inside.

We agreed we'd do Christmas with hers,

and she's gonna come to London for Boxing Day.

Wow.

Um...

Meeting the parents.

So, this is serious?

Feels like it.

Uh... Well, you... You'd better get inside.

Merry Christmas.

I'm really, really happy for you.

Merry Christmas, Cooper.

♪ Of our dear Savior's birth ♪

♪ Long lay the world ♪

♪ In sin and error pining ♪

♪ 'Til He appeared And the soul felt its worth ♪

♪ A thrill of hope ♪

♪ The weary world rejoices ♪

♪ For yonder breaks ♪

♪ A new and glorious morn ♪

♪ Fall on your knees ♪

♪ O hear ♪

♪ The Angel voices! ♪

♪ O night divine ♪

♪ O night ♪

♪ When Christ was born ♪

♪ O night ♪

♪ Divine ♪

♪ O night ♪

♪ O night divine ♪