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- I'm sorry.

Good morning, Amy.

- Morning! - Okay.

It's final.

The Carbell sold.

Well, Merry Christmas to us!

- Amy, this looks fantastic.

I do think this revised footprint works better.

- I mean, it doesn't interfere with the natural

tree growth that we have over here because we're shifting

it over to this section.

- Eco-friendly and a kind gesture for the community.

- Nestled right into Christmas. - Yeah.

- Not bad. Not bad.

- There you are. I saw the Carbell sold.

That's it, right? - That's it.

- Remember, we're only able to start one priority build

next year. So, make sure you have it all finalized

by end of year. - Absolutely. Totally doable.

- So by Christmas Eve, when the office closes?

- Oh.

What if it were, say maybe the 29th?

- It'll go when it goes. Probably be delayed.

- What other project is ready?

- The parking garage.

- That's boring. - Yes.

I'd much prefer your magical hotel.

- On it.

That's a lot in a short amount of time.

- Yeah, but that's your specialty, right?

And look, an owl just laid eggs

in the middle of December.

Anything's possible!

No, but seriously, look, it's an owl cam.

Have you ever seen them run? She's so cute.

In the snow. I'll show you. It's adorable.

- Oh, I, uh...

This timeline is worrying me.

- Is it really the end of the world if it gets pushed?

We'll have more time to finesse the designs, and...

Right.

I forgot, your 10-year plan.

What are those? - Oh, I eat at my desk too much.

Huh.

- Are those properties? - Zoom in.

- How did I miss this? - What is it?

- They read like real properties

but that doesn't make sense.

Five separate one foot by one foot squares of land?

Like, this size. I mean, is that even usable?

- Who would buy that?

- Good question.

- Why don't you go investigate in person?

- What? - Happy Hollow.

Could you possibly go there?

- It says it would take three hours if I left right now.

That's crazy, right?

- Crazy efficient if you compare it

to the pace we'd be at if we're not the priority project.

- Yes. Absolutely.

I have to chase this down in person. Can you cover for me?

- Of course. Go, sleuth.

Get nestled into Christmas.

- Okay, I don't know how nestled I'll be,

but you are the best. Thank you so much.

- Bye. Good luck. - Okay.

Wow.

Happy Hollow information.

Hello? Hi!

- Here, take a candy cane.

- Oh, uh, thanks, I'm-I'm okay.

- Are you diabetic? Because I've got sugar free.

- No, it's okay, I'm... - Take one. It's Christmas!

- Thank you. Um, might you point me to...

Marybeth?

- Okay, I'm Marybeth.

- Oh, hi, Marybeth, it's nice to meet you.

I'm Gracie. Okay, so I need your help.

You see these? - Oh yeah,

that's the Carbell farm. - Yes.

- But what are those five dots?

- They're land plots. - You're kidding?

- I wish. I'm with the developer of the new hotel.

Have you heard of it, Happi? - With the I, right?

- Mm-hmm. We just bought the Carbell farm

and I need to find who owns these

so that I can obtain them too.

- I got a question for you.

Why the I in Happi?

Why can't you spell it the way that we spell the town?

- It was a marketing decision.

Okay, but back to these, can you...

- Well, it looks pretentious with the I.

Let me see the map.

Okay, let's see here.

Hmm.

No, you know, these dots do look peculiar.

And before my time. I'm stumped.

- Can I take a look through your property records?

- No, you see, the archives,

they're up at the county seat, and they got downed trees

up that way so the roads are closed.

Ooh, you should check the Historical Society.

Jack, he's got all kinds of old businesses over there.

That's it.

Here. That's where you're gonna find what you're gonna need.

- Perfect. Thank you.

- You bet. Here, take a candy cane... for the road.

- No, no, no, what are you doing?

- What are you doing? - The Historical Society,

three o'clock, you can't close up.

- Well, you can't jump in front of a moving vehicle so...

- I am sorry.

Gracie Moreau. I need help

with this bizarre historical property line situation.

I need to talk to the town historian.

- Well, I'm the town historian

and this is the only hour I have to fix my bike, so I...

- Are you Jack?

It's nice to meet you.

A lot, and I mean a lot,

depends on me figuring out this weird land issue.

Please?

Be my Christmas miracle. Help me?

- Well, that does sound like...

a lot.

Okay, let's look.

- Thank you. You are my hero.

- Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Gracie.

I'm just opening the door.

- Well, you shouldn't have been closed yet.

- Oh. - But oh, it's fine.

Okay.

Hi, Marybeth, it's Jack. Is Kirril there?

Well, can you let him know that I'm going to be

a little late dropping off my bike?

There's a woman here with some kind of a map.

Oh, you met her. You met Marybeth.

Her husband, Kirril's my mechanic.

Oh, you sent her to me.

No, I'm not sure how long this is gonna take. Is later okay?

Oh, game night. Could you ask him about tomorrow?

Okay, great.

You mean the letter I?

Yeah, I see what you mean.

I think that's just the thing these days.

Okay. Bye-bye.

What's wrong?

- Nothing. I'm good.

- That's a fake smile. What is it?

- Nothing. You're helping me and I'm grateful.

- But?

- Sorry, but I sort of have

a brain auto set for time management.

- Well, now I'm intrigued.

- That whole conversation could have been much more

efficient had you just texted him directly.

- Seeing as though I was changing things up last minute,

I thought I owed him the courtesy of a phone call.

- That's fair.

- You're one of the hotel people.

I guessed as much. Let's see your map.

- Oh, yeah. Here, you can take a look here at that.

Oh, sorry, just...

Gabe, you know I'm crazy about you,

but this isn't working. We...

I'm gonna call you back. Okay.

Okay. These.

- Mm-hmm.

Here it is.

You found it. Whose are they?

- So, it was 1965.

That December, Happy Hollow had a huge snowstorm.

Houses were damaged. So, the Carbell family

held a raffle to raise money for those in need.

Each winner was deeded a one square foot plot of land

on the Christmas Tree farm.

- What were they supposed to do with that tiny bit of land?

- Every time a tree grew in that spot,

it was the winner's tree. Or in other words,

the deed was a promise of a free Christmas tree every few years.

- Do you know who the winners were?

- Not a clue. I think that most people forgot

about the whole thing. It was more about

the coming together and exchange of goodwill,

rather than the actual winnings.

- Perfect. It was just a gesture.

- How do you mean? - Well, due to their location,

the deeds could have sunk the whole hotel project

but it was just a fun, little pretend prize.

Not official.

Thank you, Jack. Merry Christmas.

- No, no, no. Not-not so fast.

Uh, I'm afraid the deeds are official.

They were legal transfers of land

so you probably can't build. I'm sorry.

- 1965. Are they still alive?

- Boy, that's the efficient way to ask that.

- Sorry. I...

What happens to the deeds when the winners,

may they rest in peace, are no longer with us?

Does the land get transferred back to the Carbells?

- I suppose it's passed on to the next of kin.

- So, I just have to get them to agree to sign over

their land rights. I could put together

a pro forma quitclaim, and that should take

care of that.

Are the deeds up at the county?

- It's hard to say. Our record keeping is...

- Right. So, if no one comes forward, we're fine.

But if one person comes forward with the deed, we are not fine.

- It's a pickle. - Actually, you know,

I'm adding unnecessary steps.

I will go directly to Mrs. Carbell.

Her family created the raffle.

- Or there's that.

Coralie Carbell is little bit reclusive.

I'm not sure that I would count on her.

- No. Thank you so much for your help,

Jack, the historian.

I mean it,

this got me a long way.

- Wait, Gracie, before you go,

I have something that you can give Coralie that might help.

- Hi, Mrs. Carbell? - Mm-hmm.

- My name is Gracie Moreau and I'm with Astrid Development.

- Hmm. - I was hoping that

you could help me with a pesky deed issue

that I've come across. - Well, it was my understanding

that the sale went through. - That's true,

and we are so excited to break new ground next door.

But there is a tiny hiccup

and I was hoping that you could help me.

I almost forgot.

Jack wanted me to give you these.

May I come in?

- Sure.

Come, come.

- Wow.

- 1956.1983.

July 17, 1975, I have done that one.

Jack brings me old crosswords. - Oh.

- I like to do a couple a day.

It's good for the brain to dig up

all those historical clues.

- Speaking of digging up historical clues,

the help I need involves a special raffle

at the tree farm in 1965.

Do you remember that raffle?

- Oh, barely. I was only eight.

- Eight? Jack told me that the raffle awarded

square plots of land to five winners.

I have to find those landowners or the whole project

is compromised. - You have a lot of energy.

- I do, yes. At the office, I'm known as the optimizer.

- Remind me of myself at your age.

Now, I do appreciate you putting in the hotel.

Town needs one.

Especially with my husband and I retiring the tree farm.

- Your husband? - Oh yeah,

well he passed away eight years ago.

I tried to keep it going by myself for a while,

even letting the community farm their own trees,

but oof, it was time.

- I'm so sorry.

- I especially like your plans for the event hall

and the ballroom. Do you know, way back,

they used to hold events here? Including the Sleigh Belle Ball.

- What's your favorite Christmas event

here in Happy Hollow?

Oh, well, I don't...

I don't really go out to those things so much anymore.

You know, I'd like to help you. I... I do remember

the raffle, just only in glimpses.

- I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to...

- Ah, ah, thinking.

It was Christmas, of course. There were pinecones

with all the gold tips.

Oh, I cannot believe I forgot that. Yes!

One young man was a winner. Oh, he was my first crush.

He was so handsome! I am never gonna forget

that smile. Yeah, he was one of the raffle winners,

I am sure of it. - Amazing! What's his name?

- His name.

- Yeah.

- No. No, sorry, don't have it.

But he was the town heartthrob for a time,

I can tell you that for sure.

That's it. I better get back to my day.

You can just show yourself out.

- Okay. Well, can I give you my number

in case anything else comes up?

- Oh, no, I'll just send any information through Jack.

Shorts and sandals.

One of the raffle winners was wearing shorts and sandals.

I know it doesn't make sense but...

That's what's in storage.

And a woman. - Okay, great.

Can we stay on that image and perhaps offer

a face description or a name?

- Hmm.

You can show yourself out.

- Okay. Thank you so much for your time.

- Uh-huh.

- Update, please.

The deeds were given out at a Christmas raffle

in 1965.

- A raffle? Are you serious?

- It was organized by the Carbell family.

So, I went to see Coralie Carbell,

who was eight at the time, so she gave me a bunch

of cryptic clues, and now, I have to scour the town

to try and make sense of them.

- That actually sounds amazing.

- Oh, man. I have to go back to him.

- Who? - This guy, the town historian.

Who is reluctantly cooperative, at best.

- His name? - Jack something.

- Jack Carrington?

- That's it.

- Oh. He's cute.

- Couldn't be more beside the point.

- So, you think he's cute?

Okay.

I just sent you his address.

- Oh, you are so creepy and so wonderful.

- So...

where was romance in your 10-year plan?

- Ames, he's not my type.

No. And I get the feeling

that he's not a fan of the hotel.

He might be an enemy.

- There's a saying about that.

Keep them nice and close. And cozy.

- I don't think that's how the saying goes.

- I can hear you smiling. Okay, go.

- Okay. I love you. Bye.

- Gracie Moreau. What a surprise.

- I swear, I'm not a stalker.

- Stalker?

- Finding you. I wasn't looking for you.

I mean, I was looking for you,

but I was planning to go to your house.

- Mm-hmm, I see.

- Let's just cut to the chase. Oh just...

- Same guy?

- What guy?

- Your... boyfriend?

- Oh, I don't have a boyfriend. - Gabe?

- Gabe is my contractor.

He is the same age as my father. We work together.

- Oh. Ha.

- I spoke to Ms. Carbell.

- Coralie helped you? - She remembered random details

that might be something, but I don't know the town

well enough and I need someone who does.

Will you partner with me on this?

- I can't. I'm sorry.

- Is it because you're against the new hotel?

- Happi-i-i?

I'm not sure that I'm against it,

I'm just hesitant. But I-I can't help you.

I have a stack of grants that I have to write

by January 1st in order to keep

the Historical Society funded.

In fact, I should probably get back and start writing.

- Oh, I promise you that Astrid Development

will be a platinum-level sponsor of the Historical Society

if you help me find those names. - Gracie,

we are funded by bake sales and grants.

We don't have sponsorship levels.

- Fine.

You won't have to write grants. How about that?

- Well, if the deedholders won't sign your quitclaim,

then what? - Doesn't matter.

If we find the names, you have done your part

and the Historical Society will get their funding.

I don't see it failing.

Hmm.

Deal?

- Deal.

But that's it. I help you find the names

and then I'm out.

Christmas is a busy time here.

I don't have time to go chasing...

waterfalls.

- Yeah.

- I don't know why

or how those words came out of my mouth.

It's, there's another saying I was going...

- It's okay, it was cute.

- Okay. So, what do we have?

- We have three clues. Two and a half.

Deedholder number one,

a heartthrob around the age of 70.

She had a crush on him when she was younger.

Okay. Number two,

shorts and sandals at the raffle?

And number three, a woman.

Are any of these anything?

- The heartthrob,

I'm not sure how to go about that.

Shorts and sandals, however,

I may have a lead. - What? Really?

- Let's meet in the parking lot near the boathouse.

- Mm-hmm. - Tomorrow at two.

- No, oh... are you sure

we can't go today? Just knock it out.

- I'm sure, Gracie.

See you tomorrow.

Rainbows. Chasing rainbows. Ha.

- Ha. - Full reference.

Oh.

You're a new face.

Hi, I'm Cosmo. Uh, Cosmo Jr.

- Hi, I'm Gracie. - Oh, Gracie, what a great name.

- I brought Gracie here to meet you.

- Really? Uh, okay, well, I'm not really

big on small talk so I'll just get into my

three favorite things about Happy Hollow.

One, polar plunge. Goes without saying.

Two, hiking. And three, wait a minute, is this a...

a set-up, or a tour guide thing?

Why are we meeting again? I mean, do you need some tackle?

- Gracie has a question about the Carbell

tree raffle back in the 60s.

I think that it's possible

that your dad was one of the winners.

Whoa.

You're blowing my mind right now.

How-how do you know about that? - We were following a set

of clues, shorts and sandals.

I figured the founder of the polar plunge

would be the only guy wearing shorts and sandals

at Christmas time. - My pops used to love

shorts and sandals in the snow.

So, what do you wanna know about my dad's Christmas tree plot?

- We were... - Oh I...

- Well, she's... - I work for Happi,

the new hotel. To build, we need to acquire

those land plots. Hopefully, you'd be amenable

to signing your rights over to us.

Here, this explains everything.

And of course, there is a summary

of the town hall presentation. - Right.

- Of how the hotel would be good

for the Happy Hollow community.

Look, if you agree,

and you have the deed at the ready,

it'd be easy for me to just drop the paperwork

while I'm here in town. - Let me just read this.

The hotel really could be something,

especially for my guided tours.

What did you say it was gonna be called again?

- Happi. - Happy,

oh you mean like Happy Hollow.

- Yeah, but with an I.

- Why? - No, with an I.

- No why an I? It seems unnecessarily extra.

- Extra.

- Oh, uh, never mind. No, I'm sorry.

I just get a little defensive about the town.

- It's very understandable.

- You know what would make everything okay?

A polar plunge!

- Oh, no, I think I'm... - I'll get the gear!

- Yeah, I figured this might happen.

- Oh. - It's like a trust exercise.

Like a test of honor for Cosmo.

I recommend that you do it.

I think that I'm gonna sit this one out.

- Oh. I see what you're doing.

You think you've got one over on me.

I will take that polar plunge gladly,

so as not to give you the satisfaction.

- It's not as effective when you articulate it out loud.

- I don't care.

I'd be honored to get better acquainted

with all that Happy Hollow has to offer.

- All right, Gracie.

- Okay. - This is going

to change your life.

And here you go.

- Oh, no, no, I'm-I'm good.

- Sorry, you're doing the plunge.

Come on there you go. There's a good boy.

- No, I hurt my back. My back is so, oh...

Let's do it!

Who's going polar bear plunging?

- We are! - Yes! That's the spirit.

Yes, great!

Oh... Okay.

- Okay, oh.

What do you think the temperature is?

- Yeah, I don't even wanna know.

Whew! Come on!

Come on! Woo-hoo!

- Oh, those were icicles. Icicles just hit our legs.

- Woo! Haha! I've never felt so alive!

- Listen, I've never done the polar plunge.

- What? Isn't it like a major Happy Hollow tradition?

- Yeah, yeah. Shh, shh, please don't tell Cosmo.

I've artfully avoided it for years.

Woo! Okay...

- Ah, okay.

Well, here we are.

Let's do this together. No funny business.

We both go, right?

Okay, one, two, three.

- You know what?

It's actually not that cold. - Yes, it is!

- I'd be happy to...

to sign over the land rights to you.

You know, to be honest,

I was gonna do it anyways.

- Woo! - Woo!

- Wanna go to shore? - Yes! Yes!

- Oh, come on! Come on! Where ya going?

Come on, we're having fun!

She said the whole town was in agreement.

He was like, the town hottie.

- Hottie? - Mm-hmm.

- Well, maybe we just sit in the square

and wait for men over 60 to walk by

and rate them with scorecards.

- No time for jokes, okay?

We need to keep our momentum.

- No, you see, I think that's actually a bad tactic.

- Explain. - Well, if you're always

driving forward, you're likely to miss things.

- I know live in the moment,

life's a journey, I get it.

And I'm happy to try all that, once the deeds are all sorted.

- No, I mean for gathering info.

Be open to clues,

not missing things in the periphery.

Like, you were joking about acquainting yourself

with the town's traditions. Maybe...

maybe there's something to that. Like, maybe...

if we just sit here on this bench for a few minutes,

at the center of town,

actually taking in the sights,

the sounds, the smells,

you never know what'll come up.

- Okay.

What do you got?

- Over there. That series of storefronts.

Marybeth's doily snowflakes lit perfectly after hours.

The mini twinkly skyline with the, the church

and the community center.

- Hmm.

Hmm.

I smell...

hamburgers?

- Yep. Milly's Diner.

Tuesday's hamburger night.

It's a very, very important

piece of information right there.

And of course, the ever-present evergreen smell.

- Southern balsam.

It's the best smelling.

Also the Carbell family tree farm specialty.

You know, I do my homework. - Hmm.

- Hey.

Is that...

50s pop music?

Oldies?

- Yep.

That would be the senior Christmas sock hop.

- Wait, what? You're telling me

that all the townspeople 65 and up are gathered

in one space, ready to gossip

about who was the hottest when they were kids?

- I suppose so.

- Well, look at that.

Your whole, slow down,

be in the moment approach worked!

Okay, let's go! - Oh.

Now we're back to your approach.

- Wow, it's a young crowd tonight.

- Let's poll the experts.

- Not a bad idea, actually, but how?

- I suppose we go up to these nice people

trying to have a good time, tap them on the shoulder

and say, "Hey, who was foxy 59 years ago?"

- Ooh, maybe instead of a shoulder tap,

you dance up to them and you say,

"Hey, who was foxy 59 years ago?"

It'll be fun!

Hey, do you know the funky chicken?

Okay.

70s not 60s.

- How about 70s. Oh, the Hustle!

- The Hustle. - Come on,

aren't you a historian? It's iconic.

There's an East Coast version and a West Coast version.

- Wow.

Oh my.

- Well, it's more of a partner dance.

- Oh yeah? - You wanna learn?

- Aren't I a historian?

Okay.

Just follow my footwork. Okay, ready?

- You make it look so easy.

- Okay, let's slow it down. Half the time. Ready?

One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

- How'm I doin'? - Looks pretty good.

One, two, three. - Am I getting it?

- Yeah.

- Oh! - Ow!

- Oh, I'm sorry. - That's okay.

- I-I'm so sorry.

No, it's okay.

We should probably...

get back out there and find our heartthrob.

- Yeah. - Yeah. Okay.

My friend and I have a bet.

Were you the town heartthrob when you were younger?

Care to dance?

- I'm curious, who was a guy

that all the girls were wild about when you were growing up?

- Hank.

- Hank Arbor.

- Yes?

- You're Hank!

- I know you. The bicentennial. Jack?

- Hi. Hank, uh, let me introduce you to Gracie.

Gracie, meet Hank Arbor.

- I was watching you dance.

You know what you're doing, kid.

- Thanks!

Did you, by chance, ever win a raffle

at the Carbell family Christmas tree farm?

No segue, huh?

- As a matter of fact, I did.

Now I'm part owner of the Carbell Christmas tree farm.

I can't believe you heard of that. It's ancient history.

Jack, you've met your match. You a history buff, too?

- Well, she's not.

- Uh, just an interested party.

- She's with the new hotel.

- Oh, yeah! That's gonna be great.

- It is going to be great. Except for one hiccup.

In order to build, we need to get all five raffle winners

to agree to sign over their square plot land rights,

which is why we sought you out.

I have a printout of information in my bag.

- Not necessary. I'd be thrilled to.

- Huh, just like that?

Don't you wanna hear the plan first?

It's gonna be a big change for our town.

- What are you doing?

- It's good for people to make informed decisions.

- Now that you mention it, I do have one request.

- Anything. - Gracie, you dance

a fine peppermint twist.

I don't have a partner for the dance contest.

Would you enter with me? - I would be honored.

- So, have you been able to enjoy Happy Hollow,

despite all of your work and deed hunting?

- I think I'm enjoying it because of my deed hunting.

- It's a magical place.

You should stay through Christmas.

- I wish I could, but I gotta keep things moving.

Speaking of moving.

Where did you learn how to dance?

- My mother taught ballroom dancing.

So, after school, I'd sit in the corner,

I'd do my homework, and then, if there was an odd number,

I'd get to jump in. - Kinda like now.

- I was lucky. And now,

I'm lucky to be dancing

with the most eligible bachelor in town.

I'm not the most

eligible bachelor. He is.

- Hmm.

- Thank you.

Wow.

- Everyone, please congratulate

the winners of this year's

31st annual seniors sock hop dance contest!

Woo!

- I will be in contact.

- I'm counting on it.

- Thank you, Hank.

Oh.

- Already practicing for next year's sock hop?

- Yeah.

I figured if a stranger could come into town

and sweep the sock hop dance contest,

I should probably brush up.

- Right.

Do you wanna... - Do you wanna go?

- That would be great.

- I'll go grab our jackets.

- Okay.

Stay focused, Gracie.

You're here for the deeds.

That was a success, overall.

So, I'll collect the paperwork from Hank,

as well as Cosmo.

Do you know where a notary is?

- Ooh, I am a notary public.

- You keep burying the lede. - Hmm.

- Why did you throw a wrench in our plan back there?

Aren't we on the same team?

- Well, I thought it was good for him to really consider

whether that was the right decision.

- I still can't tell if you're trying to help me

or stop me.

You're still not sold on the hotel, are you?

- Well, maybe I'm just processing.

I think that we should talk to Coralie tomorrow.

We have to do better than "woman" as our next clue.

- So, you are helping me?

After all, there is that sweet, sweet grant money.

- Well, I am glad that it worked out

with Hank and Cosmo.

And that you're getting to know

our humble town a little better.

Where are you staying? - The Spruce Inn Motel,

just outside of town.

I sure wish there were suitable

accommodations here in Happy Hollow.

- All right, all right.

- So, I guess this is good night.

- Yep. Shall I walk you?

- I'm good.

- Okay. Roger that.

Well, it was... - Bye.

- Oh.

Oh, sorry, yeah.

Whoa.

Huh.

- Okay, bye.

- Great dancing, by the way.

- Thanks! See you tomorrow.

- Great dancing?

Oh, come on. God!

- Hey, Gracie.

Hey, Ames, how's it going in Nashville?

Are you keeping Judith at bay?

- You've got nothing to worry about.

Everyone's checked out this week.

- Good. - The mom owl just ate

a fish the dad owl brought her.

- Are you still watching that nest cam?

People are gonna think you've lost it, Ames.

- It's my reality TV, okay?

I told you, no one's here. It's boring.

What do you want from me?

So, what's happening with you?

Spill the tea. Did you clear up the deeds?

- We got two deedholders to sign over their land rights

but no leads on the other three.

But I did actually go on a polar plunge yesterday.

- Oh, my God! Good!

Was that history hunk guy there? Were you clothed?

First,

it wasn't about relaxing, it all had to do

with the deed search. Same with history hunk.

Clothing intact.

- Noted. So, two out of five.

- Yeah. Still a long way to go.

Ready? I need to be headed to the county seat by noon.

- You bet. Coffee?

- Ooh, yes, please.

How long does that take?

- The whole process

from start to finish?

In the very beginning,

there is a little coffee seed

buried deep in the earth,

wishing and hoping that one day

it will grow up to be a big, old...

- Okay, well, now you're just messing with me.

- Yes, Gracie. I went out last night

and I purchased this entire coffee set-up,

just to prove a point.

- Fine, I can wait.

It's just that we should already be at Coralie's,

and the county seat closes at two PM

and I can't miss them. Also, the roads

are supposedly treacherous. - So, you don't want a coffee?

You just wanna let this little coffee seed down?

- Of course, I do. Thank you.

- I am confident that after speaking with Coralie,

you won't need to go to county.

- Can't we just call the county and have them look it up?

Especially since they're inaccessible half of the time.

It's like they're holding records hostage.

- You have to be there in person, and no,

they're not in any rush.

How do you take it? - I'm frustrated.

- No, your coffee. - Black.

Okay, one sugar. - Aren't you sweet enough?

Oh.

- Here you are.

Good? - It depends if you factor

in time and labor. - Hmm, well if you don't

like it, I can just take it... - Don't... you dare.

It's delicious.

I love it.

Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Almost makes time stand still, doesn't it?

Let's go and see Coralie.

- So, it's this one? - Yeah!

- Coralie, direct me. - No, it's good!

- This? Okay. - Yeah.

- You sure? - Jack.

- That was in a donation box I received in October.

- Come here, let me see what you're made of.

- So, we found two of the five raffle winners.

- It's a reproduction.

- Uh, now we need to find the other three.

- It's a very old reproduction

circa the early mining years, but it is not

from the Indigenous community. - Hmm.

- It's probably something a parent made for a child

to play with. I mean, take it from me,

something doesn't need to be old to be meaningful.

- No, of course not. Heck, it was probably

meaningful to the kid. - Yeah.

- Coralie studied archaeology. - Oh.

- It's just a hobby.

- It's more than that, and you know it.

- Listen, your raffle question. - Yes, my raffle question.

- After you left the other day, I had a little bite

of my chocolate orange and it sparked something,

you know, the way smell and tastes can do that. Well...

I remember there was a raffle winner

who had a little basket with what I thought

were tiny, red Christmas ornaments.

And at the time, I watched her reach into that basket

and take one out and bite into it!

And I... at eight, I was so scared,

I was so confused.

- Why are you laughing?

- Well, they're radishes, obviously.

Of course!

- I think you have to catch me up on that one.

- You know, and I think another of your raffle winners

won the Sleigh Belle.

It could've been the radish lady.

Could've been someone else. I don't know.

But I remember because I was so sore for so long

that I didn't win it.

My family was the center of Christmas for this town

and I had never won it.

I know, it's so silly. I can't complain.

- Maybe that just means you're a permanent

Sleigh Belle, Coralie.

- That's how I will think about it.

- Is there any chance that maybe you have a name?

Or an initial, or anything?

Maybe you can do that thing

that you did last time where you were...

you could take a bite of that chocolate orange

and-and see what it conjures.

- You know who we did see,

following your last set of clues?

- I can't believe we haven't told you yet.

It's your dreamboat, your first crush.

His name is Hank. - Hank! Yes! That's it.

- He's a great dancer.

- Which we only know

because Gracie is a great dancer.

- Hmm. - Well...

he needed a partner. I have no designs on him.

- But don't you miss all the Happy Hollow

Christmas events, Coralie? - I miss a lot of things.

They sure have been on my mind a lot lately, though.

Ever since this one came by the other day,

I have had the most bizarre dreams

about the raffle and the old days.

I had one that had a smoke monster in it.

Not a smoke monster, more like a ghoul,

that was covered in dust,

with eyes showing, you know, like a bandit.

- Gosh, I didn't mean to give you nightmares.

Oh, no, no.

No, it's okay, really. He wasn't even mean.

He had this, this big, friendly smile.

- Wow.

- Hmm. - Huh.

- I actually lost track of time.

- What a shock.

- Okay, but now, what do we have?

We have a dust monster and some radishes?

- I actually think we have quite a bit.

Come on, let's regroup.

We are gonna need these.

- Okay. So, one of us is going skiing,

and the other one is going, what, swimming?

- You'll see.

- So, we have some time.

What's your story? What's your history?

Oh.

Uh, what do you wanna know? - Everything.

- Everything? - Mm-hmm.

- Okay. I'm an only child.

I was raised by my grandparents.

That's probably where I fell in love with history.

An old know-how, that kinda thing.

- They gave you the idea to take over the Happy Hollow

Historical Society? - They did not. No.

That um... do you really wanna know?

- Of course.

- You're not gonna like it, but okay.

I grew up in a town that used to be like Happy Hollow.

- Hmm. - When I was in high school,

a factory came in,

tore down all the old houses,

put up a cinder block eyesore

on top of the old, historic district.

Destroyed any sense of community and town pride.

- That's awful. - It is.

So, my grandparents moved us back to Happy Hollow

where they grew up, and I swore to myself

that I wouldn't let the same thing happen here.

That's why I started working at the Historical Society,

to protect it from commercial interests

that didn't understand the town.

- And that's why you're upset about the hotel.

- No, no, I'm not upset, I just...

I don't know.

- Jack, I know what I'm talking about.

I do this for a living. I promise you,

so much time and consideration

was put into taking the community into account.

We do a ton of research.

- Look, I-I'm not trying to tell you how to do your job,

I just,

I would want anyone making this big of an impact

on a town like ours to take some time

actually getting to know the town

before the deal is done.

- I hear that.

Getting to know what about the town?

Well, all of it.

Everything.

Just seems that sometimes the world is moving

too fast for its own good. - I agree.

- We agree?

So, if your time must be maximized,

why this hotel? Why this specific rush?

- If we don't start the build at the start of the year,

then the firm will bump us down the pipeline

for a parking garage instead. And I don't wanna be

bumped for that. This job is the last goal

that I have on the list that I made years ago.

- Let me guess, your five-year plan

you completed in three? - Almost.

My 10-year plan.

I beg your pardon?

- My goals aside,

I do think it would be good for Happy Hollow.

Otherwise, the plot just sits there,

waiting for something good to happen to it.

- Okay.

What is going on?

- Welcome to the annual Happy Hollow Spice Toss.

- This happens every year?

- It's one of the town's great Christmas traditions.

As far as a festival, it's new,

but the tradition goes back generations.

I don't even know how or why it got started but it's a blast.

- They look dusty. - Exactly.

So now,

we need to figure out who was doing this in 1965.

- Hmm. - Goggles on!

Bah!

Wah! Traitor! Whoa.

Come here!

Oh, Gracie? Gracie!

- Wah!

- What? What? Oh, no fair! You already got me!

- Okay, okay, truce, truce.

Oh! Oh my... oh!

Oh! Excuse me, um,

he looks the right age. Excuse me, sir?

Ah. Nice perch.

- Please, have a seat.

- Wow.

What a thing.

- I look forward to it all the year.

- I can't believe this even exists.

- A Happy Hollow gem.

- I just checked something off my bucket list

I hadn't even heard of before today.

- Well, that's a good day.

- Gracie. - Viggo.

Do you have a moment?

My wife makes the best hot cider

for after the Spice Toss.

Stay, I'll bring you some. - Thank you.

- You look chill.

Are you in detective mode, listening for clues?

- No. I'm just taking a breather.

I think I may have a lead.

- A lead on what?

- A lead on who might have been

at the Spice Toss 59 years ago?

- Nobody. There was no Spice Toss 59 years ago. Jack.

- Viggo, thank you. - You're welcome.

- There has to have been. Are you sure?

- I am sure! Fifty-nine years ago today,

my older brother turned 25

and he was single then, so in Danish tradition,

my family ambushed him and threw cinnamon at him.

Other people found out about it

and then thought it was a Christmas tradition,

my brother's birthday being so close to the holiday.

Now, the next year,

new people showed up right here

with their own bags of spices

and they were so excited,

we just didn't have the heart to correct them.

- I can't believe I didn't know that.

Your family gifted Happy Hollow

one of its greatest traditions.

- Now, Jack, you know Happy Hollow

is full of funny history like this.

It's why it's special. - It is.

- And then, these corporate developers wanna come

and stamp it out into a cookie cutter tourist town

with their monstrosity of a hotel.

- Well... - But fear not.

I have a secret weapon.

My brother bequeathed to me a piece of the land

they're trying to grab out from underneath us.

Wait. I'll show you.

I stopped by my lawyer's office this morning

and all I need to stop the developers...

is this.

- Well, look at that,

the deed for one square foot

of the Carbell family Christmas tree farm.

- Viggo, I'm the developer.

- You? - Mm-hmm.

- Jack, tell me this is a joke.

- It's not a joke. - Ha!

- I actually came here

hoping to ask you about this very deed.

Hoping that you would sign over your land rights.

If you give me a chance, I can show you

the upsides of the hotel.

- Well, young lady, that is not going to happen.

I'm sorry.

- I understand your resistance

and protectiveness of Happy Hollow.

But now that you've met me, I hope you can see that I'm not

some greedy corporation. - No, you seem lovely,

but Happy Hollow is too special for this...

soulless kind of development.

- You're... you're right.

I'm here to develop the largest,

most modern-looking building in town.

But that's a good thing.

Because life has changed and Happy Hollow

is a living town. So, I think the question

is what kind of change do you want?

For instance, jobs were lost when the farm shut down.

There will be so many job opportunities when we open.

And a hotel isn't soulless.

I can send you a mock-up of the design.

- I won't sign my land rights over.

- Not a problem. We will pay you for them.

No, keep your money.

It's not about that!

- I respect that. But we have spent so much time

getting to know your town. I'm just asking you

to do the same. Look into us.

I can send you any information you need.

Please, just tell me that you'll think about it.

- I will think about thinking about it.

- Okay. Thank you.

And-and thank you for your hospitality.

This cider is delicious.

- I, I have to ask,

why do the Danes throw cinnamon

at single people when they turn 25?

Well, supposedly,

back a long time ago, spice salesmen

were always traveling and getting their spices here,

selling them there. Good money,

but they traveled so much,

they had no time to find a wife.

They forgot about finding love.

That's the connection.

- I see.

Thank you.

- Gracie, Gracie, slow down.

Don't worry. Viggo might change his mind.

Sometimes it just takes people some time

to see what's good for them.

The best thing that we can do now is to move on, right?

Maximize our time.

- Okay, so the dusty man has been identified.

And hopefully Viggo comes around. So, what's next?

- Radishes.

- Radishes is actually something?

- Yeah, very much so.

It has to do with the Noche de los Rabanos.

It's uh, kinda hard to explain unless you see it.

So, we should go. You will love it.

- Again, you knew this whole time.

Why do you keep hiding these things from me?

- I guess, like I said,

I just want you to experience these things,

the town, in a real way.

- I think I'm doing that.

- Fair enough.

We need to shower.

Uh, I mean, I'm...

I'm gonna go home and shower, and you can go to your...

- Subpar accommodations. - Yeah. Uh...

and we'll meet back at the diner at six?

- Deal. - Okay, then.

Okay.

See you at six. - See ya.

- Okay, bye. Oh.

Hey. Nice scarf.

- Hi. Thanks.

- So? Radishes. What is this?

- Yes, radishes.

As I'm sure that you gathered from meeting Viggo,

Happy Hollow being something of a tourist town,

has a lot of immigrants. - So, you admit

this is a tourist town, and you don't want a hotel?

- Did I ever say that?

- Explicitly, no.

- All right. So, there is a large community

of people who moved here from Mexico,

and with them, the Oaxacan Christmas tradition of...

- Noche de los Rabanos.

- Noche de los Rabanos.

One night early

because of tomorrow's costume ball.

- Okay.

What is happening?

- It is a competition

to carve the best Christmas scene out of radishes.

- How does Happy Hollow have so many incredible

Christmas traditions? - Hmm.

- Hmm. These carvers look focused.

I don't know how well we'll do

hopping from booth to

booth, casually dropping our 1965 questions.

- Divide and conquer, for efficiency?

- Hmm.

You know what would be really efficient?

Talking to the kids. They're talkative,

they'll spill the beans. They'll know if Mom and Pop

had tree farmland.

And I can talk to more of them at once.

Also, kids carving radishes?

Rabanos?

Most likely adorable.

- Your machinations know no bounds.

Divide and conquer it is.

- Oh, young fencing scholars,

your jousting skills are strong.

But the radish reindeer are getting lonely.

Let's carve? - Yeah!

- Sorry for the intrusion,

but I-I wonder if you might be able to help me?

Uh, I am looking for someone

who was at this event nearly 60 years ago.

- We do have records of contestants

going pretty far back.

But not that far.

- I thought not. Well, this contestant

won a Christmas tree plot in a raffle that same day.

- I don't need records for that.

It was my mother.

We actually collected at it after the first tree grew.

But then, I'm sorry to say,

we sort of uh, forgot about it.

- Well, what was her name?

- Soledad Aguilar.

- I remember that name.

She was one of the Noche de los Rabanos

judges too, right? - Yes, she was the best.

- Ah. That's an amazing story.

- Yes.

- Well, if you aren't really using the land,

I might have a bit of an ask.

I have a friend over here, her name's Gracie Moreau.

- So, like this? Okay?

- Well, what do we have here?

- Oh, Jack, thank goodness you came.

We need your help. We have so many radishes to carve

and so little time. Sit. Grab a knife.

- I'm at your service. What can I do?

- Prancer needs attention.

Sergio is a master sleigh builder,

so he had to abandon Prancer to direct that project.

- Future CEO? - Probably.

- So, any traction on the other pursuit?

- No time!

We have a reindeer sleigh to build. Come on.

- Oh.

- Come on!

Oh, oh Prancer, I like your hooves.

- Oh, I don't know. They feel pretty clunky.

- No, they're perfect!

They're just right for getting traction

on the icy roofs when Santa parks his sleigh.

- Gracie, I want...

Cinco minutos mas.

Five more minutes!

- Okay, okay.

It's time for us

to line the reindeer up

in front of the sleigh. Okay, great.

I didn't make any progress with the deedholder.

I got distracted.

But, people mill around after, right?

Are there cookies, refreshments?

We can divide and conquer then?

- I don't think so.

I got you.

See that woman there coming up to the microphone?

That's Ana. Her mother is Soledad Aguilar,

the fourth winner.

I talked to her and got it all sorted.

She'll happily give you her deed.

- Ah... Thank you so much!

Para la categoria infantil,

for the kid's category...

el gandor es,

the winner is...

el reno y su trineo!

The reindeer and their sleigh!

Good morning.

- Hey, you. I mean, Gracie.

- I got you a hot chocolate.

I bumped into Marybeth and she told me about this café,

Phoebe's, that has the best...

I mean, I'm sure you know.

- I love Phoebe's hot chocolate.

And it is the best.

Sounds like an extra stop and a town bump in.

I'm impressed.

So, in an effort to not bury the lede,

we have another big night ahead of us.

- You found the records for the costume ball winners?

- Before I answer the question,

have you ever been to a costume ball?

- I have not. - Well, today's your lucky day

because tonight we're going!

- Fun! So, what's the winner's name?

- Well, here's the thing.

The Sleigh Belle of the Ball is...

- The what?

- Well, that's what we call the winner.

The winner is the Sleigh Belle of the Ball.

Get it? For Christmas?

- I get it. So, it's a beauty pageant.

- It's about who has the best Christmas spirit.

Viggo won last year. - Got it.

- Anyway, the Sleigh Belle of the Ball signs their name

on a beautiful, antique, horse-drawn sleigh

that gets displayed only at the event itself.

- Are you saying we have to go to a costume ball tonight

so we can find out who won?

- Yes. And Gracie, wait 'til you see it.

- So, what do I wear to this event?

- Oh, you know, something festive.

- Festive, as in Santa hat festive or ball gown festive?

- More like ball gown?

- Right. So, I'm going shopping. What's open?

- All of the Happy Hollow businesses are closed

on the day of the Sleigh Belle Ball.

- What? You couldn't have told me this yesterday?

- I didn't think about the-the-the outfit thing.

I'm sorry. - Of course,

because all you have to do is comb your hair. Hmm.

What's the deal with these two?

- Oh, it's our first mayor

and his wife's inauguration outfits.

Pretty neat, huh?

- You think I could wear it?

- You wanna wear a piece of Happy Hollow history

to a costume ball?

- I'd be so careful.

Or you can go there and get the name for me by yourself.

I trust you.

- Look, no, I-I want you to go.

It's one of our oldest traditions.

I think you'll like it.

Okay.

Let's get you into this dress.

- Can you lace me up?

- Sure, no problem.

- Ow! - Ooh, sorry. Uh...

I-I'm not sure how to do this.

- It's so tiny. Were women tiny?

- Well, people in general used to be shorter.

Most women's ribs were broken by these devices.

It literally suffocated them.

- And this is the history you want to preserve?

- Well, so as to not repeat it.

Oh, I can't do this.

- So, what are you gonna do?

- I'm going to change history.

Jack? What is this?

- Coralie Carbell, I have come to invite you

to be my date to the Christmas ball tonight.

- I think we both know you have another date in your sights.

- Oh, perhaps.

Maybe I'm a Lothario,

juggling many grand dames.

But I'd be honored

to have you on my arm.

I'm meeting her there. - Ah.

- I know that it's been a long time

since you've gone to anything, and after a while,

people may have just let you be,

but I thought maybe someone driving to your house

and offering you a simple invitation,

a nudge, might be...

something.

I won't, I won't pressure you.

But I did get all dressed up, so...

Well, we could make a deal,

right? - Shoot.

- I'll leap, if-if you leap.

- I don't know what you mean. - Yes, you do.

Is there still time? - I made sure of it.

Okay, go, go, go! - Okay.

- I know you have an epic closet that you can sort through.

- Girl, how are you enjoying the party?

- This is unbelievable. - Right?

- And you! Look at these earrings.

- Right? - They look stunning,

and these are gorgeous. Where are they from?

They were my great-grandmother's.

Right?

- Good evening, Miss Mayor. - Good evening.

The watch is the best part.

- What about your smartwatch? Are you replacing it?

- She took a well-deserved night off.

Coralie! You look gorgeous.

Did Jack tell you about our progress?

- Oh, your progress?

- Oh, no, with the deeds.

It turns out, you were right. The dust monster was real.

- The Spice Toss.

- Oh! Of course.

- And deedholder number two is right over there.

- Ah, he's still so handsome.

- I happen to know he needs a dance partner.

- Hello.

- Well, well, if it isn't Coralie Carbell.

- You remember me? - How could I not?

Going way back to when this ball was in your family's home.

Your home and farm are at the heart of our town.

Haven't seen you in a while.

You're like a comet.

- I heard you might need a dance partner.

- Oh, now, now. - So close. If I could...

- Give the sleigh some space.

Only the Sleigh Belle of the Ball

can sit in that throne.

- What do we do?

- Um... - Jack,

this is where you ask Speedy here

if you may have this dance.

Oh, Jack.

- How do we read the names?

- Uh, I don't know, but it'll be here all night.

May I have this dance?

- You just wanna dance with the mayor of Happy Hollow.

- Oh, well, I cannot deny that it is quite a thing

to have my arm wrapped around a tailcoat

from the turn of the 20th century.

- And how does it feel?

Very nice.

- Viggo was right.

There is something special about this town's history.

I've participated in so many things,

I never could have found on my own

or could have dreamt of on my own.

- Gracie, I... I have to tell you something.

- Oh, you look very serious right now.

Is this another clue that you have been keeping from me?

- I just wanted to say...

our best Christmas tradition is on Christmas Eve.

- Yeah?

- The people come to the tree

in the square with presents

as a blind gift exchange,

so that everyone has something new.

It has nothing to do with the deedholders,

but I'd love it if you came.

Will you think about it? - Yes. I will come.

- You will? - Yeah.

Besides, I can upload all the documents from there.

- I freaking love the ball!

Look at everybody out there, having fun. You know?

Hey, you know when you build the hotel, you're gonna have

to build a ballroom for this. - Of course.

We already have it in the blueprint.

- Ah. - Do we really need

a new ballroom? - We'll be sure to keep it.

Boom!

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout.

Should-should we take a break?

- Sure.

- I'll check on Coralie. - Okay.

How's your cider?

- It's great.

Not nearly as good as yours, though.

- Oh. Thank you.

You know, I never get tired of it.

We only drink it from after Thanksgiving

until New Year's so it stays special.

- That makes sense.

This is Marybeth, right?

- Candy cane gives it away.

- Coralie's dancing with her childhood crush.

Cosmo is no doubt recruiting for a post-party polar plunge.

It's a good night.

- Okay, I'll sign my land over.

- What? No, I wasn't even going to push that tonight.

- No, I thought about it.

And I found your hotel design online and your website,

and I really liked it. It felt sincere, thoughtful.

There will be a hotel eventually.

Why not let it be someone who actually cares?

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

- Thank you. - Oh!

Well, I think the deciding factor

was how Jack looks at you,

so I figure we may as well keep you around.

Now, don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about.

Life is short.

And I don't see you as someone who doesn't

go after what they want.

- May I cut in?

- Only if you give her back.

- So, you taking any leaps yet?

- Maybe partial leaps.

- I don't think leaps get to be partial.

Are you going to tell her?

- Tell her what?

- I pieced it together a couple of days ago

that your grandmother was the Sleigh Belle.

That you are deedholder number five.

A fact I carefully omitted for you.

- I guess that I'm still...

protective of the town.

- Is that all?

You know, you don't have to like change,

but you do have to allow for it.

Otherwise, you'll become as fossilized as the dinosaurs.

It's something I know about.

- Are you telling me you're a fan of the hotel?

- Without reservation.

You know, most people are thrilled about the hotel.

It's not a hostile takeover.

The hotel didn't kill the tree farm,

the tree farm retired.

And I trust it because I trust Gracie.

And so do you.

- Gracie is great but she represents...

- Represents?

Oh, pish posh. Look, move along.

You've interrupted a long-delayed conversation

that I am very keen to get back to.

- Hey.

This is great.

You know, I can't wait until Happy Hollow

rents out the full-size ballroom in the hotel for this.

- Rent? Why would we do that?

This is the dancehall. This is where we have the dance.

- Sure. Now.

But the hotel will have a state-of-the-art sound system.

Perfect climate control. And there's enough space

we could even bring in a live orchestra.

Actually, this would make a perfect vacation rental.

A few renovations.

But it would be a nice standalone for Happi guests

who are looking for a more rustic experience.

- No, see, this dancehall is Happy Hollow history.

- Also, I promised Cosmo a new ballroom.

Anyway, it wasn't that long ago

that the dance was taking place at Coralie's house.

Things change. Evolve.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

it is time to announce the winner

of the Sleigh Belle of the Ball.

Viggo here, last year's winner,

will pass the honorary pen

to a member of our community

who has brought laughter and joy.

Who has surprised and delighted.

And how has embodied the spirit of Christmas.

Viggo,

would you like to announce this year's winner?

- Yeah.

I'm very glad to announce this year's

Sleigh Belle of the Ball.

While they did not attend every event this last year,

their attendance tonight means a great deal,

and this award is long overdue.

Belle of the Ball,

Coralie Carbell!

Oh my!

- Congratulations.

- Did Jack see? - I think so.

I can't seem to...

but oh, Coralie, you dropped this.

- Oh. Oh! - Here you go.

- Okay...

- Marybeth? - Yes?

- Do you know who Dorothy Carrington was?

- Oh yes, that's Jack's grandmother!

She won this too. He didn't tell you?

- No. He did not.

- Oh.

- Excuse me.

- Your grandmother? How long have you known?

- I-I tried to tell you.

I didn't think that it was gonna turn out like this.

I thought, I hoped you'd fall in love

with Happy Hollow and maybe change your mind.

- This is the definition of stringing someone along.

What? Were you just keeping your enemy close?

- At first, maybe, but...

it became more complicated than that.

- No, it was never complicated because you held the final deed.

You watched me run around and make a fool of myself.

- I figured out who had the deeds pretty quick

but I wanted you to see the community for yourself.

- You were stalling development.

- No, no. I never meant to keep you waiting.

You were having so much fun.

- I thought we were having fun.

But you were just wasting my time.

- I hoped you wouldn't see it that way.

I-I misjudged you. I'm sorry.

- Can I have your deed?

No.

- Seriously? - With everything

that we've just been through and just said,

anyone who can just snap back to being calculating

and, and opportunistic,

shouldn't be building in Happy Hollow.

- Wow.

I really am a fool.

- Gracie, come on.

- No. I will put the suit in the mail.

- Gracie! The eggs are hatching!

- Wow, Ames, what are you doing here?

It's Christmas Eve. - Me? What are you doing here?

Thought you'd be like, you know,

exchanging Christmas gifts with the historian.

- I blew it.

- With the historian? - With everything.

We can't build the hotel.

- What happened?

- Jack won't sign the quitclaim.

He thinks I'm heartless. - Girl, what?

He has to be crazy

because you literally have the biggest heart.

Come here. Listen, he is a jerk, okay?

Do you wanna sip on some spiked hot cider and talk about it?

Yeah? - Yes.

- It's gonna be okay.

- Okay. - It will.

Judith said anyone who has to come into the office

on Christmas Eve gets a free drink from the bar cart.

Thank you.

- Listen, he's just one guy. And everyone loves you.

- He's not one guy.

Or he's not just one guy.

- You fell in love.

- No. I don't know.

I felt something.

I felt like we could be something.

But he was just playing a game, you know,

just keeping his enemy close, like you said.

- But I added cozy.

- He was wasting my time.

But if I'm honest,

it didn't feel like wasting time.

It felt like finding time.

Like we were discovering

a little island of uncharted time

where nothing and no one could bother us.

- Gracie,

you know how sometimes

you focus so much on one thing

that you miss out on other stuff?

- Like the deeds? - Like the deeds.

It would really suck

if you miss out on this guy

and he's, you know, the guy.

- Maybe he's right. How can we understand

how a hotel like ours will affect a community

like theirs if we're just onlookers?

How can we make it theirs?

Not just good for them, but part of them.

I...

Were there any buildings

on the land plots that we purchased?

Okay, it looks like we bought one brick building,

a log cabin, a clapboard farmhouse,

and of course, the tree farm.

Is there any way to incorporate bricks,

logs, and clapboard into the hotel design?

- Yes. And it'll look amazing.

Reusing materials is my favorite thing.

- Perfect.

- Look at you.

The mountain air is doing you so good.

What time is their Christmas Eve thing?

- I think seven.

- So...

one last push for all the deeds?

- I think I'm more concerned

with setting a few things straight. The build can wait.

- Ah! Can I come?

- Please, you have to see this place.

- Girl, I am so excited.

- Wow, this looks like

something from a picture book I've read to my niece.

- I know! But it is 100% real.

- So, where is he?

- I don't know.

Hi, Marybeth. - Hey.

- Oh, this is Amy. - Hi.

- Hello. This is for you.

Thank you.

- So, where's Jack?

- He's not here? - Oh, I thought he was with you.

- Um, listen, Marybeth,

I was wondering if I can make an announcement,

just for a moment?

- Sure. I mean, I don't see why not.

- Thank you.

- You got this. It's gonna be okay.

- Okay. - You got this.

- Okay, okay.

Hello, Happy Hollow.

I've met many of you.

My name is Gracie Moreau

and I work for Astrid Development,

the company in charge of the upcoming hotel.

The maybe upcoming hotel.

I know many of you are for the hotel

and some are against it.

A few of you know that I've run into some issues,

partly because some are protective

of this wonderful, unique, magical town.

I'm not here to push the hotel on you.

I'm here because I have become protective of the town, too.

A hotel is going to happen here,

sooner or later. It is just a fact.

I want it to be your hotel, Happy Hollow,

the hotel that is right for this town.

As far as the hotel that I'd build,

I've already thought of some changes.

One of the easiest changes is, Marybeth, you were right,

the I is no good. It feels pretentious.

So, I think we should change it back to Y.

Wait, why?

- There's more. That might happen this year.

Next year. Maybe never.

But I want it to be on your terms.

I was in such a rush when I arrived

because my priorities were all mixed up.

I had this deadline in my mind.

And I thought if I don't make this deadline,

what was it all for?

But I know now.

It brought me here.

To a polar bear plunge.

To a sock hop.

To a spice toss.

Something I didn't even know existed.

Noche de los Rabanos.

And someone so special

they can make you think about time differently.

Merry Christmas Eve, Happy Hollow.

Thank you for taking such good care of me.

- Woo!

- Hey, uh, that... that's my gift.

Are you gonna open that right now?

- Um, should I?

- Yeah! So I could talk to you about it.

- Um...

- Cosmo. - Amy.

Is this a feather

from a long-eared owl?

Yes, it is!

You know, it's actually kinda weird

'cause they don't usually lay their eggs in the winter but...

- But mama bird just hatched two newborn

long-eareds this morning. I...

- How do you know that?

- Oh, she's a star.

I saw it on her nest cam. - No way!

I actually set up that nest cam.

- Oh my gosh, you did?

You like, made my entire week.

I...

- I'm kinda honored I did so.

- Yeah, I just,

I don't know, I can't believe they're here.

- Uh, well, do you wanna go see them?

- Yeah. Uh... but like, in... in the dark?

Nope.

Let's go.

- So sweet. - But the thing comes

right down. - That is so romantic.

- Lands in the nest.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I'm so sorry. You were right.

I didn't get it.

Here.

Open it.

In the spirit of being part of the town,

instead of taking over,

every existing structure

on the land we bought is being saved.

They'll be rescued, brick by brick,

incorporated into the new building.

I know it isn't everything, but it's a start.

Incorporating the history of the town.

I wanted to share it with you.

Is it crazy for me to say that I missed the town already?

And you.

- No.

- If you don't wanna sign the quitclaim, now or ever,

it's okay. I will figure something out.

I have heard of this new and improved 11-year plan.

And I don't mind working

on a parking structure in Atlanta.

I just want to keep going on...

adventures with you.

On the polar plunge.

Or have you throw cinnamon at me.

Or carve radishes.

- Sorry,

all this talk of time management

and it's taken us way too long to kiss.

I agree.

- Of course I'll sign over the land deed.

I'm sorry.

At first, I was just stubborn,

and then, I think later, I just didn't want you to leave.

What time is it?

- Almost eight.

- Hmm. So, we have

some cushion before midnight.

I know a notary who's open on Christmas Eve.

Difuze