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It's a chance to revisit

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[TV] Dating a secret holiday
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* Filling up my
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* For Christmas... *

Jess, hi, it's Emily.

Yeah. I need you to see
if you can move back

my meeting with
opposing counsel.

Keep it on the DL.

But I am MIA to finish a
little holiday baking ASAP.

Which reminds me,

Ben, Kids, family meeting,
12 minutes.

Okay, I gotta go.

Or these fruitcakes are
never gonna be ready in time.

[chuckles]

Very funny.

Yes, I'm talking about
my baking.

Nina!

Oh, Nina, this room
is a disaster.

Come on,
I asked you to tidy up.

Are you sure that was me?

Redhead, ye tall,
full of attitude.

Pretty sure it was you.

Mom, I need to focus
on perfecting my song

for the Christmas Eve pageant,
not on cleaning my room.

No. You need to be focusing
on your grades

so that you get into the right
school after you graduate.

Berklee College of Music.
How did this get in here?

Mom, listen...

We talked about this.

Your father and I have
known that you love singing.

And you are great.

But you need to get a degree
in something

that has real prospects
from a college

that is closer to home.

I don't need you guys planning
my entire life for me.

We're not planning
your entire life

just through your mid 30s.

Look, you know we want
what's best for you.

But sometimes when you talk
about a career in singing,

you sound a little
unrealistic.

And you sound
a little off-key.

Okay. Kitchen. Ten minutes.

[strumming guitar]

One last little touch.

-Ben!!!
-[tumble sounds]

Guessing I should
have knocked.

It's fine.

Mr. Harrington's
probably gonna have me rework

the whole design anyway...
again.

More micromanaging.

I swear, ever since
his divorce,

that guy wants everyone
who works for him

to be just as miserable
as he is,

especially over the holidays.

It's like I'm working
for Scrooge

only instead of three
fun ghosts,

he's just haunted by regret.

Well, maybe now is
the perfect time

to stand up to him, right?
Finally put him in his place.

Emily, it's his
architecture firm.

The whole place is his place.

Ben, honey, I...

I want to.
You know I do.

but if I just hang in there,

maybe he'll give me that chance
I always wanted,

to build something important.

Well, speaking of important,

can you make sure that Max
is dressed and ready

for the meeting in the kitchen
in 10 minutes?

Mmhmm.

And I really like the open
concept for the entryway.

It's a better flow.

Hm.

Hey, you're looking good.

What's that?
You heard I got moves.

Nah, I mean, there's
a little something

I've been working on,
but I couldn't.

Right now?

* Go, go, go,
Okay, trendsetter *

* Yeah we bring the heat
like we know better. *

* Show 'em what you got
in this new weather. *

* Be anything you want. *

* Anything you want. *

* Be anything you want. *

* Let's go. *

* Got a real good feeling
about this. *

What?

I love you, too.

Max. Family meeting.
Let's go.

Oh. What's this?

Making another one of
your fun dance videos?

Dad, that's like saying
string is a sweater

or that paint is
the Sistine Chapel.

What I do is an art form.

Well, I'd love to see
one sometime.

Well, maybe you should invite
your friends from school.

We could have a viewing party,
make some popcorn.

No, no, no, no, I don't
show these to anyone.

Especially not kids
from school.

I'm having trouble fitting
in there already.

Well, hey...

If you want any pointers
believe it or not,

I was pretty cool
in high school, so.

I'm. gonna go with or not.

Go on. Hide behind jokes
all you want,

but I see you.

Others will too, if you're
a little bit more open.

Thanks, Dad.

I mean, of all the advice
you've ever given me,

that wasn't
the absolute worst.

Couldn't you just let me
have the straight win, huh?

I feel like I've given
you enough.

Huh?

Okay. This family meeting
is officially called to order.

We are exactly one week away
from Christmas.

And you know what that means.

Please don't say
the holiday checklist.

The holiday checklist.

Five things my mom used to
do to make Christmas perfect.

Five things I have never
been able to do

to my satisfaction
over the holidays,

no matter how hard I try.

Maybe your standards
are too high.

Maybe you just need
a plan.

A plan?

All I do is plan.

I don't understand

how you get into this fridge
10 times a day

and not see this gorgeous
calendar I have made for you.

It's gotten a bit
over-complicated.

All the color hurts
my retinas.

Point is, the holidays
are chaos

and something always gets
in the way.

But not this year.

This is the year
that the Mitchells

have a perfect
family Christmas.

We just have to check off
everything on this list.

A beautifully decorated house,
plenty of family time,

perfect gifts,
a gorgeous tree,

and one magical Christmas
memory made as a family.

Are you drinking coffee?

Since when do you
drink coffee?

I'm not a morning person.

Guys. Focus.

Okay, look, I know
we're all busy,

but if we just work together,

this does not have
to be a repeat

of the holiday card
photo disaster last month.

So, what do you say,
we start tonight

after I get home
from work?

I'd love to, mom, but I have
a final I need to study for.

[notification alerts]

Looks like it'll be
a late one.

Maybe another night
this week.

I can't tonight
I have rehearsal.

I thought that was tomorrow.

Then too.

Both nights?

It is what it is.

[Emily groans]

You used to love this stuff
when you were little.

You and me...
decorating together.

I still do, but I'm not
a little kid anymore.

And people are counting
on me, so...

meeting adjourned?

Meeting adjourned.

When did this family
give up on Christmas?

[oven timer beeping]

[gasps]

Oh!

Not my fruitcakes.

Uh...

Hello, Emily.

Doing a little
Christmas baking?

Yeah, Deborah.
I was, uh, trying to.

Well, just a reminder

that I have a strong
aversion to holiday aromas,

including, but not limited
to fresh pine, mulled wine,

and any and all baked goods,
especially burnt ones.

Won't happen again.

Terrific.

I mean, no one should have
to live next to someone

who makes their lives
miserable. Right?

I couldn't agree more.

Okay. Great talking to you.

Great. Struggling
to talk to you.

[cheerful music]

Hey, Jess. Were you able
to move that meeting?

Jess?

Jess. Hello?

Jess, can you please
not watch

full length made for TV
holiday movies while at work

and, I don't know,
assist me.

Of course.

It's just... can I turn it off
when it's over?

I need to know how it ends.

Does Sugarplum marry
The Secret Holiday Prince,

and save Christmas.

It ends the same way all
the Sugarplum movies do,

with everything wrapped up
perfectly,

and me wishing my holidays
were anything like

the ones in the movies.

Follow the same rules.

Rules?

What rules?

The rules.
You know, like...

like every house has
to be beautifully decorated

like the cover of
a Christmas catalog.

Sure, okay, maybe they do
look a little like that,

but it's not like
it's an actual rule.

Oh. It is?

Yeah, but not
in my house.

No, no, we had a Jack
'O Lantern on our porch

until two days ago.

I know, you keep
telling me that.

It's weird.

Yeah.

Or what about the rule

that whenever someone
is looking for

that impossible to find gift
for a loved one,

they always manage
to get their hands on it.

I mean, do you know
what I would give

for any holiday shopping
to be that easy?

Is that because of
the black eye

that you got on Black Friday?

That old lady was so much
stronger than she looked.

And how about the rule that
at the end of every movie,

the story is always
perfectly tied up

with a kiss on Christmas Eve.

Oh, I would love a Christmas
Eve that ended like that.

Then why not have one?

You and Ben could make
that happen.

Oh. Trust me.

Once the craziness
of the holidays

with the kids rolls around,

the only thing Ben
and I are kissing is goodbye

to our patients,
our free time, our sanity,

and our willpower.

And out of all of
the holiday movies,

the Sugarplum movies
are my absolute favorite.

She always has some
kind of super fun,

super holiday specific job,

and then Christmas always
turns out perfect

because she follows the rules
closer than anybody else.

It's like she carries around
a list of them or something.

Okay, so then why not try
to turn your own Christmas

into a, you know,
Sugarplum Christmas?

Because that is my point,

in the real world,
those rules don't apply,

especially when you're
trying to pull off

the perfect Christmas.

Oh, speaking of which,

before you head off
for the holidays tonight,

can you get my Christmas
boxes delivered

from my storage locker.

My mom used to collect
vintage ornaments

from all over
before she passed.

Hoping I'll find
a little magic.

If it means getting
out of this conversation,

then yes.

Great.

Brings me one step closer to
a beautifully decorated house

and checking the first item
off my list.

-Hey.
-Hm.

We've worked together
a long time,

and I'm only telling you
this because you're amazing.

All this frustration,

it's from that list
you dust off every year

chasing some idea
of perfection.

Just live in the moment.

You sound like
a holiday movie.

Well, you are the expert.

[chuckles]

[cheerful music]

Why is it always crooked?

[pensive music]

How are you doing?
Are you all right?

No. Not really.

I had to work late.

I have to prep for
a meeting tomorrow.

And our daughter
has turned her back

on everything we've planned
for her future.

Oh, come on.
We've gotten through worse.

I know, it just feels like
with Nina pushing

to go away to college,

this might be the
last Christmas

we all share under
the same roof.

And I want to make it perfect
for all of us,

but it's my last chance
to give my little girl

the same kind of holiday
my mom gave me.

Well, you're doing
an amazing job.

Really? You think
I'm amazing?

With everything
you're taking on,

no one could do it better.

Thank you.
That means a lot.

Seriously. I want this holiday
to bring us closer.

I just worry we're all
so disconnected.

Couldn't agree more,
Mr. Harrington.

Uh, sorry.
My wife's here.

She's trying to tell
me something.

Sorry, I can't hear a word
with these things in.

You say something?

Nothing important.

[notification alert]

Thanks.

Are you going out again?

Yeah.

I just found out that
ornaments from storage

were delivered to my office
instead of here.

Oh. Can't that wait
until morning?

Not when having a beautifully
decorated house

is number one on your list.

Uh. Sorry, sir.
Won't happen again.

See to it that
it doesn't.

I need you to rework
the design

you showed me this morning.

Have it on my desk
first thing.

Absolutely.

*

Ah, there they are.

Yes.

[crash sounds]

Oh!

No!

Perfect end to a perfect day.

Oh, no. Some of them broke.

"Whosoever holds this
Christmas star,

"if their wish be worthy,
shall have it granted."

Yeah, right.

[Sugarplum] We did it!

We saved the Christmas
tree farm.

Jess, I gotta talk to you
about these autoplay settings.

[Sugarplum]...
of Perfection and--

[sighs] Oh.

[sighs]

A worthy wish.

I wish... more than anything

for a Christmas where my
family feels more connected.

One that is magical
and amazing,

just like the ones
in the movies.

One where I finally check off
every item on my list.

I wish...

I wish...

for a Sugarplum Christmas.

[music heightens]

[exhales]

[enchanting music]

[static electricity]

[music heightens]

And I promise this will be
a perfect Christmas

or my name isn't Sugarplum.

[music heightens]

Oh, goodness.
What is this place?

Who are you?

Oh, hello.

What just happened?

I was wondering if you
could kindly point me back

towards my small town
of Perfection.

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

You... you... you can't be.

Can't be who?

Sugarplum?

Mmhmm. Although I have
no idea how I got here

or where I am at all,

so please, if you could kindly
point me back to Perfection.

Uh, well, it was just there
a moment ago,

along with you...
inside the, um...

In the what?

In the movie.

Oh, dear. You mean that I...
that this...

We're outside the movie?

That's not supposed
to happen.

And I am losing my mind.
Yeah, this is impossible.

This isn't possible, right?
Is this possible?

I did just make this wish
on this Christmas star.

Wait. You made a wish
on this Christmas star

and that's why I'm here?

Well, that explains
everything.

It does.

Of course.
It's Christmas magic.

Now, tell me, why did you
make the wish?

Oh, don't tell me.
Let me guess.

Is the town bakery
in need of saving,

or do you need some
romantic advice

to court a holiday prince
in disguise or...

No, no, I got it,
I got it.

You need help
with your... oh!

Holiday checklist.

Miss.

It's finally happening.

I am having a psychotic
breakdown.

That's what's happening.
That's what's happening.

Oh. Excuse me.
You forgot your list.

No, no, no!
You stay back!

You are not real.

You are some holiday
stress-induced hallucination.

That's what you are.
That's all you are.

Yep, that's what you are.

You two ladies going down?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

You can see her.

Yes, he can see me.
I can see him.

Hi.

You... can see her?

Her?

Sugarplum from the movies.

I've seen every last one
of those movies

and I love 'em.
-Oh!

If you're telling me
she's an impersonator,

nobody in a million years
will believe that's her.

Oh, that must be part
of the magic.

Only you can recognize me.
Oh, how fun!

Stop!

Did Jess put you up to this?

Lady, I don't know any Jess,

but I do know you
can get the next elevator.

[gasps]

You're real?

As real as your checklist.

This is not happening.

No. You are a fictional
character from a holiday movie

and I am out here talking
to myself,

which is why I'm going
to walk over there

across the courtyard,

and in the time that I do,
you are going to vanish.

So goodbye... forever.

[Sugarplum] Wait I can't
just vanish.

We need to talk about
your Christmas list.

[Emily] Oh, no this means
you really are real.

[Sugarplum] Uh-huh.

[Emily] I can't believe
this is happening.

[Sugarplum] And I can't believe
what I'm seeing.

For starters, why isn't
everything covered

in wonderful Christmassy snow?

Because it rarely
snows here.

In fact, it mostly rains...
a lot.

That doesn't make sense.

It always knows everywhere
all the time,

especially at Christmas time.
Everybody knows that.

No, they don't.
And why are you saying that?

Because of The Rules.

The Rules.

The ones that make a perfect
Christmas every single time.

You're kidding.

I would never joke
about Christmas.

You have an actual list
of rules that you follow.

A list?

I mean, could you imagine
every single minuscule aspect

of my entire existence
dictated by a list?

No, silly.
It's a book.

Oh.

No wonder you need my help
if you don't have a copy.

Every last person in
Perfection lives by these rules.

And between us, no one--

--follows them closer
than you.

How did you know?

Just a hunch.

The Rules. Huh.

Okay. Uh, Rule 47.

"When a big city girl

"meets a small town bachelor
over the holidays,

"they are guaranteed to fall
in love and get married."

Rule 63.

"No high paying job can ever
match the rewards of reuniting

"with a high school sweetheart."
-Mmhmm.

And Rule 147.

"Flannel is a natural
aphrodisiac."

Okay, seriously, not
a single one of these

is ever going to work here.

-But what if you're wrong?
-I'm not.

-What if I'm right?
-Still not.

And you're not going
to last two seconds here.

Look, this has been
very interesting,

but with everything
I have on my plate right now,

I think it would
just be best

if you went back
to where you came from.

Oh, no, that's not possible.

Why not?

Because if I know anything
about Christmas magic,

and I do,

I know literally everything
there is to know about it.

The only way that I go back
to where I come from

is if I help you finish
that list.

So let's get started.

Is there any way we can make
all that happen a lot sooner?

There's not.

Rule 72 is clear.

"When a holiday task
is undertaken,

"it must be seen through
to a happy ending."

Let me be clear.
These rules don't work.

What are you...

What are you...
what are you doing?

Proving they do work.
Rule 61.

Uh, Rule 61.

"Whenever a holiday traveler
is stranded in a faraway place,

"they'll be invited to find

"a harmonious home
with new friends."

Mmhmm.

Sitting on a bench
waiting for a random person

to invite you into their home,
that's your plan?

My plan is the same
as it always was.

Follow The Rules and
everything turns out perfectly.

Which is why someone
is going to invite me

to stay in their home.

I just hope
it's any minute now.

It's a little bit cold
out here, but you'll see.

Oh, hey, there's me.

Yeah.

Yeah.

See? What did I tell you?

Classic Rule 61.

Just for tonight.

And I'm never going to get my
family to believe any of this.

So if you see them
in the morning,

just remember you are
not Sugarplum. You are--

--Sue Garplum.

An old college friend passing
through for the holidays.

Perfect.

Well, wait!

Christmas decorating
is first on your list.

So why don't we get started
right now.

You know what,

it's been a very long,
very strange day.

So why don't we pause on that,
put a pin in it,

and reboot the energy
on that puppy tomorrow?

Hm. Okay.

Okay.

Good night.

Good night.

I hope you have visions
of Sugarplums

dancing in your head.

Okay.

[happy exhale]

[loud noises coming
from the other room]

What?

What is that?

[Sugarplum] More lights
over there please.

And, oh, let's get more
ornaments on this side...

It's best to...

What in the?

Excuse me and excuse--

[Sugarplum] Oh, just a smidge
to the right.

Ah!

Oh, good morning.

What is all this?

It's amazing, isn't it?

Except for the tree in
the living room, of course.

We're going to have to
replace that with a real one.

Fake simply won't do,
Emily.

No. Who are all of
these people?

Oh, well, I was so excited
last night, I couldn't sleep,

so I called every decorating
company in town

until one finally picked up.

-Oh my God.
-Mmhmm.

Okay. Why does it look like

the North Pole
threw up in here.

Oh, hi.
You must be the family.

I'm Sue, your mom's old
college friend

who definitely knew her
before last night.

You know, when you say it
like that,

it kind of seems like
you didn't, though, right?

Sue needed a place
to stay for the night.

Did I not mention that?

No, or anything about this.
What is all this?

What does it even cost?

Can you put a price on joy?
Can you put a price on wonder?

Huh.

Oh, according to this invoice,
apparently you can.

Whoa! Is this an extra
zero here, a typo?

What, you mean these people
aren't helping

out of the goodness
of their hearts?

Right, because spreading
Christmas cheer

is its own reward.

Yes!

See, he gets it.

Ah, no, he's being sarcastic.

Huh?

When someone inflects
their voice like that,

it means the opposite
of what they're saying.

You know, I'll explain later.

Sue is from... France.

Bonjour.

They don't have sarcasm
in France.

I like her.

I like you too,
all of you.

And I'm so sorry,
all I wanted to do was help.

But at the very least,

this is still the first item
off your list.

And don't worry, I know
exactly how to cover the cost.

Absolutely remarkable.

This tiara is covered in
flawless ten carat diamonds.

Yes. It was a gift from
the Prince of Armstrong

one magical Christmas Eve.

He said that their sparkles
reminded him of my eyes.

Well, I've never seen

anything even remotely
like it outside of a movie.

Really? Well, here I have
plenty more, this...

And, oh, yes, this...

And these.

That's a... lot of princes.

You'd be surprised
how many of them

are just walking around
disguised as commoners,

especially at Christmas time.

Huh.

I'll hand it to you.

Your way of making money

is a whole lot easier
than having a career.

You have a career?

Why is that so surprising?

I never dreamed
I'd meet a big city girl

who didn't turn
her back on one,

to be with the small
town guy

who's taking over his family's
generational business.

You have to take me
with you.

No. Absolutely not.
Never, not happening.

What? Why?

Well, because you
would hate it.

And also, I am running late
for a meeting

that I need to get to
and I need it to go perfectly.

Please.

I've always been so curious
about this,

and you won't even know
that I'm there.

Please.

Absolutely never.

[elevator dings]

Oh, it looks so different
during the daytime.

Please, I beg of you,
do not make me regret this.

Oh, hi. Happy holidays,
Merry Christmas.

Already regretting it.

Listen, my assistant is out
for the holidays,

so there's no one here
to take care of you.

So if you could please
just sit at a desk

and, I don't know,
look busy.

What will you be doing?

Having a critically
important meeting

on a case that's keeping me
working through the holidays.

My client, Miranda, is trying
to keep her family business

out of the hands of a developer,
and I am going to help.

So if you could just be
low key, that'd be great.

What kind of business is it?

Uh. Ski lodge
most of the time.

And the rest of the time?

It's a Christmas tree farm.

[gasps]

A local business is at risk,
and it's a...

it's a cozy winter lodge
that grows Christmas trees.

And it's being threatened by
a heartless business executive

right before Christmas.

This is where I thrive!
I can help!

No, you can't, because
this is the real world.

And I already have enough
on my plate.

Plus the developer
and the client,

they cannot stand
each other.

Hm, yes. Seems like a classic
two turtle dove scenario.

Two turtle what?

Doves. Rule 35.

When two people can't
stand each other,

they're destined to fall
madly in love

before Christmas.

Trust me, these two are
not falling madly in love.

If you say so.

But I am an expert
in these situations.

I'm basically a professional
at helping people.

Yes, professional and help
are the first two words

that come to mind
when I think of you.

I appreciate that, Emily.

Bye.

Busy, busy, busy.

Yeah.

No. Absolutely not.

It's... you're out
of your mind.

This is unacceptable.

This is a fair offer,
Miranda.

He's right.

Drop your challenge
to the county's decision

and just take the money.

It's not about the money.

And the only thing anyone
is taking here

is a deep breath
to calm down.

Look, I think
we can all agree

the last thing anyone wants
is for this to drag out longer,

wasting any more time.

The only waste
of time is her thinking,

there's any way this rundown
lodge isn't getting leveled.

Oh, I will level you.

As I was saying, why don't
we focus on the things

we can agree on,
like this proposal.

Steven, your company wants
to take up the lease

on county land to build
some ultra new luxury resort.

But that would mean
knocking down the ski lodge

that Miranda's family has been
operating generations,

Which the county
fully supports.

Exactly. And if you insist
on challenging this,

then we'll see you in court.

I thought you had a plan?

I do. It's all in my proposal.

Hot chocolate anyone?

Sounded like this meeting
could use a dash of holiday joy.

I'm sorry. Who is this?

Sue, can you just go
back to your desk, please.

Oh, my goodness.

I wish I could stay in
a place this beautiful.

Oh, Sue.
You don't know.

Oh, well,
what I'm saying is,

who wouldn't want to stay
in a place like this.

Sure. Add a few coats of paint,
maybe a few new amenities.

But you could make it

like something off of
a holiday card.

Yeah, I'm not sure
I understand that.

I know I don't.

I mean, fix it up.

Preserve its charm while
adding a few modern touches.

Guests will have
a whimsical holiday

no matter what
the time of year.

Oh, this is preposterous.

No, no, just
wait a second.

I think I know where
she's going with this.

You know, there's been
an emerging demand

for authentic
travel experiences.

And I think what she's saying
is that we preserve the lodge

as a boutique cultural
travel getaway.

Bingo. A perfect combination
of big city meets small town,

a heartfelt getaway
from all of life's stresses,

A heartfelt getaway.

I like that.

Really?

Mmhmm.

That's how my parents used to
tell people what it was like

to stay at the lodge
over the holidays.

That's how my parents
used to describe

the type of Christmas holiday
they wish we could have.

[small chuckle]

What is happening?

Shh. This is
my favorite part.

You know, maybe we got off
on the wrong foot here.

I think I was so focused
on the luxury offering

that I failed to see
what was in front of me

this whole time.

You know, my parents
did always want

to fix the place up
and expand.

Oh. [both chuckle]

-Sorry about that.
-It's fine.

You know what,
why don't we take a few days

and go over this,
just you and me.

Who knows,
maybe we're better...

[in unison] together.

[both laugh]

And scene.

What was that?

Two turtle doves,
just like I said.

All that was missing was
a partridge in a pear tree.

Oh, did you see the way they
were looking at each other?

But that doesn't happen
in the real world.

It does in mine.

Maybe it could
in yours too,

if you took a little time
to be open to it.

I don't have time
to be open

to living in a Christmas movie.

Are you sure?

Because it sounds like once
they review the proposal

and sign off on it.

I'll have the holidays off.

Which means plenty of time
with your family.

Ooh, two checklist items down.
Only three more to go.

So come on,
grab your things

because the next one
might just be my favorite.

[cheerful music]

How did these fit
in your bag?

Never mind that,

because Christmas shopping
is definitely the item

off your holiday checklist

I've been looking forward
to the most.

Glad that makes one of us.

I don't understand.
Buying each other gifts

is how we spend most
of our time in Perfection.

What's not to love about
buying that perfect something

for that special someone?

Oh, you mean aside
from the crowds,

the long lines, the traffic.

Okay, well.

The parking, the physical
and mental fatigue, the cost.

Oh, and did I mention anxiety?

Anxiety?

Oh, is that anything like
a peppermint tea?

That sounds yummy.

Not exactly.

Look, finding the perfect gift
for somebody here

is a lot harder than
where you come from.

Well, sure,
with that attitude.

And at Christmas time,
the attitude is gratitude.

Rule 141.

Attitude has nothing
to do with it,

especially when it comes
to Nina's gift.

She's the only one
I don't have a present for.

She wants these limited
edition headphones

that have been sold out
everywhere for months.

Well, sounds like we're just
going to have to find some.

We can't. I've tried.

You haven't tried with me.

And how are you so sure

that's going to
change anything?

Because the two things
I know

are Christmas and
Christmas presents.

So I'm not just sure
we're getting our hands

on those headphones today.

I am absolutely positive.

Sold out?

What does this mean,
"sold out"?

It means you can't have
what you're looking for.

What?

Life's not always fair.

I'm sorry, ladies,

this is one of our busiest
shopping days of the year.

If you have trouble
finding the door, it's--

Would you mind
double-checking your inventory?

Just in case... please?

Certainly. Stay right here.

I told you, this is just part
of how the real world works.

It takes a Christmas miracle

for parents to get the perfect
gift for their kids.

But that's so sad.

That's reality.

No, it's a violation
of Rule 26.

-Mm.
-Mm.

"Every child's greatest wish
for a gift always comes true

"through the magic
of Christmas."

The rules never fail.

We are getting
those headphones.

Here, see for yourselves.

Out of stock.

If you don't mind--

Oh, wait, wait, wait.
Oh, right here.

It says you have one
on hold.

Ah, yes.
Those aren't for sale.

They're our grand prize today

in the store's annual
Reindeer Games Competition.

[gasps]
Oh!

Oh, here we go.

Can I enter?

You can, only entrants come
from all across the city

and they're pretty good.

So to win, you would need
to be better at Christmas

than just about anyone.

* Boom pa boom ba
boom ba boom ba... *

*

*

And... go!

*

Holy fruitcakes.

[cheering and applause]

*

[applause]

*

[applause]

*

[applause]

I know.

*

So what was that
you were saying

that the part about
her needing

to be better at Christmas
than anyone.

I suppose congratulations
are in order,

even if I can't
quite understand

how you managed to pull
any of it off.

So I will just be taking
these headphones.

So... so...

Oh, there we go.
Thank you.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

And you thought
the perfect gift

would take a Christmas
miracle.

In my defense,
that was miraculous.

And another thing off
my list.