A Very Charming Christmas Town (2020)

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- Should I call for a carriage?
- No.

- But like a double coffee.
- Already underway.

- When do you fly?
- 14.15.

So Phil has to pick up the kids
and feed them himself.

I hope Phil understands
that you are doing this for good reason.

Yes, now I have shown him the
ads from the new company.

Do you have oat milk?

A commanding sister.

I'm so excited about
the new deal.

We are writing a great Christmas article...

- To get more subscribers.
- Exact.

I'm leaving early
so I can get to San Francisco,

and come up with something fun.
A baking competition?

- Nothing. I have already won.
- Do you have it?

What is it? Solvang?

I've heard of it.
But "America's Most Christmased City"?

- Is it not in the wine area?
- Yes.

The perfect combination.
Cabernet and Christmas.

Okay, but it's not even snowing.

Not the last 20 years, no,
but this morning they got 10 cm of snow.

The pure Christmas miracle.

Or climate change.

Aubrey,
this is our great Christmas item.

Do you think you want to go to Solvang now?

No, I want
you to go to Solvang now.

Or next week.

- What should I do?
- It's America's most Christmas town.

They have a whole website with things
you can participate in.

- And I have to do it all alone?
- You do everything else alone.

That might be the relief
from Los Angeles you need.

On the way to San Francisco
and me and the kids.

Take pictures there

taste the local baked goods,
buy some,

and maybe you can have some fun.

Hi there

I can have fun.

I'm married and have kids and am the one
having fun. You know that.

I also thought

that it might be inspiration
to write songs again.

My career as a songwriter
is over. We both know that.

It does not have to be.

I'm busy with our website.

I will not talk about it anymore.

Okay, then it's definitely.

We do something fantastic about the
magical Danish village Solvang

which provides a breakthrough for
Sights, Style, Songs & Sweets.

Okay, okay.
I have to check where I am going to live.

Already done. Sweet guest house.

There's my cart.

- Came. Straight down. Are you following?
- Yes.

Hey. See what we have.

- My Christmas tree.
- Where should it stand?

- Do you want to ask that?
- Here?

- Are you ready?
- Yup.

- Up.
- Beautiful.

You probably chose the best.
Thank you, Sawyer.

Otherwise we would not have entered.

You can help us decorate it.
I grill.

Sounds great, but the snow has
made the Christmas committee insane.

One has to take pictures
before it melts.

Good idea.
Imagine we were sleeping when it snowed.

The whole city did.

It might snow again before Christmas.

It was strange enough
that it snowed the first time.

I also hope it snows again.
Especially after that fall.

We have not been booked up completely
since September.

But we are booked all the way up
this weekend.

- Has anyone ordered?
- Yes. One from Los Angeles.

Tourists from Los Angeles
are my favorites.

You should get a cup of hot tea.

Thanks. Have a good time.

Hey. May I take a picture
here by the snow?

- Yes there.
- Okay.

Great. Such.

So.

SNOW IN SOLVANG FOR THE FIRST
TIME IN ALMOST 20 YEARS.

WELCOME TO SOLVANG
CENTER 800 METERS.

A windmill? Honestly.

What have I ended up in here?

This is where the Christmas tree
lighting will take place. It's a madhouse.

No thanks. No thanks. Merry Christmas.

Hey. I can not speak now.

Are you there? Is it snowing?

- No then.
- How is it?

I'm going to the Christmas tree lighting,

and it all seems
like a big tourist trap.

- What? No.
- Of course.

The place is so kitschy.

You have to make it work.

I spoke to the trademark
developer this morning,

and with the new advertisers
, this Christmas article is paramount.

Yes, but the article will be more
focused on Solvang's nonsense,

and not its magic.

Maybe a satirical article?

Yes, it's you who writes.

Do you
buy kitschy gifts for the kids

in the cute little Christmas shop?

Yes, I promise to buy
kitschy gifts for the kids.

Hello! Get out of the way!

Aub? All good?

I have to go. I will call back.

You were driving me down,

and I fell into
the dirty, melting snow.

- I...
- I'm fine.

I shouted. You were standing
in the middle of the road.

Everyone walked in the middle of the road.
It's closed.

Yes, everyone else saw for themselves.

Everyone except you.

You should have a driver's license
for that thing.

I have lived here all my life.
I know all the roads here.

I can run it blindfolded.

Sorry. I have interrupted
something very important.

Yes. My life.

Pardon. I'm having a bad day.

You said you're from town,
so you probably know where...

Dolphin House B&B?

Yes. And yes, I do.
I'm actually on my way there now.

Great.

What does a ride on...
the weird bike thing cost?

My weird bike thing?

It's a quadricycle,

and she gets a lift.
That's not my job.

It is fine. How much?

If only I could help, but since I
do not have a driver's license...

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five

four, three, two, one...

Wonderful. Ladies and gentlemen
gathered around the tree...

- Aubrey?
- Hi.

- Hi. Welcome.
- Thanks.

My name is Hayden and I'm
your piccolo tonight. Give it to me.

Shall we check you in?

- Perfect. Thanks.
- Well.

- How old is the place?
- Much older than it looks.

Before, it was the local center.

My father was mayor,
so I was here often as a child.

It was not to be torn down,
so my wife and I took over,

and turned it into a boarding house.

It's more romantic than
anything else I've seen so far.

Yes. But then...

Here you go.

- Thanks. This is perfect.
- Well.

Do not tell anyone,

but it happens to be
my favorite room.

Especially because of the view.

- Oh boy.
- Not true?

My wife has baked pastry.
May I show you the way to the salon?

- Thanks.
- You first.

- You must be Aubrey Lang.
- Hi.

My wife Laurel.

Pardon. Handshakes are for strangers.
You are not a stranger.

Sid ned.

I love your page.

When I heard you were going to live here,
I was so excited.

You and your sister are cool.

Thanks. And I love the guest house.

It's like a magic little...

- Juleskjulested.
- Yes.

You can use it if you want.

- Vin?
- Yes please.

We have pastry with cheese, raspberries
and my famous pretzels.

I would choose the pretzel.

They look delicious,

and I love sweet things.
Especially chocolate.

Ingeborg's has
the best chocolate in town.

Ingeborg.
It sounds very Scandinavian.

It's everything in this area.

Do others live here this weekend,
or am I the only one?

There live two couples,

but they're on a winery trip tonight,
so it's just the two of us.

- You and I?
- One must help decorate the tree.

I hope you have decorative fingers
and want to dance with me.

Do you sing?
Your hum is very melodic.

No, I'm not singing.

I love to sing but do not.

You have then written hits for
both country and pop singers.

Yes I have.

I'm not doing that anymore.
Writes songs.

Don't you miss it?

I work as a writer online,

and for our website,
so I'm busy.

Yes, your sister said
you were writing an article about Solvang.

Yes. I'm going to see America's
most Christmas city. See what happens.

Based on how good you are at decorating

you will fit in nicely here.

It's actually nice.

Santa's tourist trap.

SOLVANG:
SANTA CLAUS 'TOURIST TRAP.

Yes... Not so bad.

BAKERY AND CAFÉ.

Good morning.

- Perfect timing.
- Here smells of cinnamon.

- Hayden's apple slices.
- Apple slices.

- Not easy to say.
- That means slices of apples.

Here you go.
There is not always an apple in, but...

Looks delicious.

What do you think? Yes?

What are you going to do today?

I was hoping someone in town
could show me around

in your small Danish town.

Try the tourist office.
Ask for Darren Larsen.

- He's finding someone to show you around.
- Darren Larsen. Perfect. Thanks.

Hey. May I talk to Darren?

- You must be Aubrey. Darren.
- Aubrey Lang. Hey.

Hayden from Dolphin House wrote.

I would like a tour.

I have to write an article.

It sounds great, but unfortunately
I'm busy right now.

The Christmas parade is next week.

I'm in charge of it
and I'm busy today.

I understand, but thanks anyway.

But my coordinator can help you.

- He knows a lot about the city.
- Wonderful. Thanks.

Here he is. Sawyer?

My son Sawyer. It's Aubrey Lang.

- Aubrey, Sawyer.
- Nice to meet you again.

- Is that the coordinator?
- Yes.

And your guide.
You're lucky, Miss Lang.

You do not have more guides
to choose from, do you?

No one knows more about Solvang
than my son.

He tried to drive me down yesterday,

so if he's my guide,
I'd risk my life.

Sawyer must do well again.

Boy, you must protect
Miss Lang with your life. Understood?

- Make sure she gets her story.
- Yes, father.

Are you ready?

- Thanks.
- Enjoy.

Now we are going to the Christmas house, where
the Christmas atmosphere lives all year round.

Facades in Danish style

large shop windows
and even larger wind turbines.

That's a little too touristy
to be true.

It's not the tourist.
It's the city's identity.

Call it what you will,

but I want to see the real Solvang.
Not just a silly tour.

We've been walking around all day,

and all I have are pictures
that look like postcards.

It gives only
a superficial picture of the city.

What do you want me to show you?

The whole city seems like
a big gimmick

to attract tourists.
Disguised as a picturesque resort town.

- Can you disprove that?
- It is easy.

It's part of the city's history.

It was founded in 1911.
At that time it used

the traditional western spanish
architecture of southern california.

The Lutheran Church
used Danish style.

- Everyone else followed.
- That's how it started.

But when the city saw
that it attracts tourists to

they went for it. What do you say?

That does not remove Solvang's
undeniable Christmas charm.

- Not everything here is charming.
- Do you mean me?

No, I just meant

that you sound like a guide
with rehearsed talk

while I want to see Solvang and what
makes it something special.

So... Will you help me or not?

You know what? No.

I do not think it is possible
to help someone who can not see

that Solvang is full of Christmas charms.

Good luck with your article.
Enjoy your stay in Solvang, Miss Lang.

Merry Christmas.

Sorry, I was so strict.

I just think there is more here
than just windmills and good wine...

A town square.

There is more, but...

You are too self-absorbed to
stop and smell it.

"Stop and smell it"?

You were busy
taking perfect pictures,

and hashtag everything on your mobile.

Okay.

I can figure out how to stop.

I like sweet things.
Especially chocolate.

- Can you?
- Yes.

When was the last time you ate
a whole piece of chocolate all by yourself?

Is my inability to eat chocolate

relevant to my ability to
stop and enjoy life?

When was the last time you went out
and danced in the rain?

Do you know
how dirty the rain is in Los Angeles?

Okay, when was the last time
you went on vacation to a fun place

without a post
or article about your trip?

Okay.
You know what? We enter into an agreement.

You show me the real Solvang
and I do my best for

to enjoy the real Solvang.
Of course I pay for your time.

Okay, but the only payment
I accept is

an autograph for
my little sister as a Christmas present.

Why does she want my autograph?

She's a big Brandy Brickhouse fan.

"Burning Flame" is her
favorite love song.

No. How does she know
I wrote it?

It is a little town.
News spread. Is that a deal?

Okay.

So where are we going now?

It tastes good.

There I was born. On the top shelf.

This is what you need
to see. We're going in.

Sorry, we'm closing now.
Come at 10 o'clock tomorrow.

Too bad, because I was hoping for
a hug from my favorite godmother.

Jøsses dog.

My dear Sawyer.

And better be careful.
I'm your only godmother.

I've not seen you in at least a week.
That is unacceptable.

Who is this you have with you?

Aubrey, this is Estelle,
a friend of the family.

Aubrey Lang from Los Angeles.

Long... Is it British?

Close. Scottish.
Nice to meet you, Estelle.

You too.

And it's cashmere, right?
Of course.

Are you here for a pixie
or just to visit me?

Both. This is the first time
Aubrey is in Solvang,

and she's never seen a pixie.

No one sees a Santa before Christmas,
my friend.

That's what a pixie does.
It hides until Christmas.

Goblins must protect the fields
all year round,

and Christmas is the only time of year
when it comes out and plays.

Do you want to keep one? Here you go.

But I must warn you.
Be very careful.

It can be a bit of a hassle.

- Where are his eyes?
- Beware!

Do not wake him before Christmas.

I love the story.
It has so much...

Personality? Of course.
See who owns the business.

Estelle, may I take pictures
if it's not too much to ask?

- No, goodbye.
- Thanks.

Where did you meet?

No, it's not like that.
I'm just showing her around.

You've never taken anyone
in here on a tour.

I have never had one
that is so troublesome.

Or so nice.

I think I want them here.

Them? Uha. They are not cheap.

It does not matter. I love them.

Okay.

You get a family discount.
Does that sound good?

- Gladly.
- Okay.

- She's super beautiful.
- She is cute.

Estelle is of all times.

- Is not she?
- Yes.

The snow is melting fast.

Is it snowing again? What do you think?

I do not know.
Do you believe in Christmas miracles?

I think this little town
can make people believe in them.

Of...

Meet me at Mortensen's Bakery
at nine o'clock tomorrow.

What happens tomorrow?

You like sweet things.

Remember the good appetite.

Come in.

Sorry,
I should have asked earlier,

but where do you have the towels?

There is a closet right after the foyer.

- Thanks.
- So little.

Wait. Can you help me with this?

One has to hold when I mow.
Otherwise it will be uneven.

Absolutely.

What is that?

I'm sewing costumes for the angel choir
in the crib game tomorrow.

They decided on costumes at the
last minute, so now I'm sitting here.

You both sing and sew.
Very impressive.

It's not as impressive
as everything you do.

How did it go today?
Did you get anything good for the article?

I think so.

I may have an angle,
but nothing is concrete yet.

What is required for an angle?

Something that drives the story forward.

Something special about Solvang
that goes straight home with my readers.

Okay, I'm in.

I heard about
your famous Danish Santa

by the sweet lady
in the big Christmas shop.

Estelle. Is not she Lovely?

- She's so funny.
- Yes.

- Sawyer? Was he your guide today?
- Unfortunately.

Pardon. I know
he and your husband are friends,

but he was of no help.
He is so knowledgeable.

Yes, he says what he means,

but he is wise
and has a heart of gold.

His father was mayor,
so he knows a lot about everything.

And he himself thinks he knows.

He's been single for as long as
I can remember.

But he is his mother's eye stone.

Aside from my husband, he is among
the best catches in town.

What about you? Do you have a girlfriend?

Would I be here alone?

- If I had another choice?
- Touched.

I rephrase.
Do you want a boyfriend?

- May I ask?
- Well.

I really tried
but haven't had one in a few years.

I thought I had one.
We talked about getting engaged,

but when we finally did it...

He decided
he should not have proposed to me.

Aubrey, it hurts me.

What hurt the most was...

That he was just being honest.
So I could not hate him.

I can not imagine it at all.

But what broke me...

Deep down, I knew
he was not the right one for me.

I just imagined he was.

You're a hopeless romantic.

Am I? No. But not anymore.
I am not.

I was, but no longer.

Yes, but think about it.

What great narrator
or songwriter is not it?

Yes... I wrote my best songs
when I was with him.

- Now. My favorite son.
- Your only son.

I can see that the annual
gingerbread chaos is in full swing.

What causes the honor?
I did not know you were coming.

And not contribute to chaos?

I would never miss that.
In addition, you have to taste it.

They need to cool down.

They must be mom's best.
They are delicious.

It's actually mine.

You're really funny.

Now that you're here,
do not just taste.

We must use your arms.
We need a whisk.

Where have you been today?

- On tour.
- With a sweet tourist.

- Who did you hear that from?
- Your father. And Estelle.

There are no secrets here.

- So you were on a date?
- It was not a date.

If you keep teasing,
you will not get her autograph.

Is she famous?

No, she's not famous,
but she's written famous songs,

and one of them is called
"Burning Flame".

Did she write that song?
Can you introduce me to her?

Yes, I can, but in that case
you will need one more bag

to your growing patience
for your big brother.

- I'm murdering you!
- Oops.

- Wait. Who will taste my dough?
- I do.

Hooray, you're home.
I'm so glad you're here.

Are they good? Exquisite.

CHRISTMAS CHARGE.

MORTENSEN'S DANISH BAKERY.

- Hi.
- Hi there.

- Aren't they amazing?
- Yes.

- Did you make them?
- No, it has mr. Olsen.

He does it every year.

His gingerbread houses are famous
among locals and tourists,

but I have baked them
with my children.

- May I taste?
- Here you go.

They are really good.

- Is this your bakery?
- Yes.

Do you want to see the baked goods?

We have all the Danish baked goods
you can imagine.

- Do you know Danish desserts?
- No, but I like to taste.

- May I take pictures?
- Gladly.

It must be you who has to
write about Christmas in Solvang.

- Ja. Aubrey.
- Miriam.

- How did you know?
- Just a feeling.

Is there anything you like?
I can wrap them.

It sounds good, but I
'd better wait for my guide.

- He's going to show me around so I...
- Your guide?

Yes. You probably know him.

He is very nice but self-absorbed.

He seems a bit of a lifesaver.

Is he?

Yes. His father leads the city
and he is his mother's eyeball.

- You probably like him too.
- I may know him.

- Hi Mom. Good morning.
- Hey darling.

Wait. Is that your mother?

- Are you his mother?
- Yes. Darren and is married.

It was right after high school. Nine
months later the little guy came.

I grew up with my kids.

And he is my eye stone. Mostly.

Whatever he did or said...
He can be difficult. You're right.

But he probably got it from his father.

I have no idea what's going on,

but I'm glad you like my cakes.

- Did you bake them?
- Those with green vests.

- I'm suddenly not feeling well.
- You two have something in common.

He did the same
with his sister yesterday.

Now I have to impress you
so you write good things about me.

Which Danish delicacy
can I entice with today?

Everything he has not baked, I take.

- The crib game.
- How did you know?

Laurel sewed costumes yesterday.

- It seems like something big.
- Yes.

We have performed it for 37 years in a row
in this theater.

It is a great collaboration.
Many talented musicians.

Santa Barbara's Gospel Choir...
Not to be missed.

- Now I sound like a guide again.
- It's alright.

It does not cost much.
Nothing is so cheap in Los Angeles.

- How are all the expenses covered?
- There was free admission before.

The municipality and donors contributed,
but then it became more expensive, popular,

so it now costs a little bit.

It's the kind that gives a
seemingly touristy city Christmas magic.

A crib game that everyone can enjoy.

I can not imagine
anything better.

- Do you want to take pictures?
- No.

I think I keep
this moment to myself.

Ingeborg's. The chocolate shop,
Laurel told about.

Can you hold it?

- Weren't you stuffy?
- I probably b*rned the calories off.

- Hi. Do you want to try something?
- Is there a limit to tastings?

This place is amazing.
It will be my new favorite in Solvang.

- Hey, Saw.
- So what, Gib?

Wait. Is it here ...?

Are you Aubrey Lang?
Songwriter Aubrey Lang?

This is my sister Gibby.
She's your biggest fan.

Thanks. I appreciate that,
but I'm just writing the songs.

These are probably the
singers you are a fan of.

No. Yes, but I'm a lyrics fan
and your lyrics are the best.

I heard your music again.
It's Sia here and saw you.

Sangtekstfan.

We have no limit.
You can taste whatever you want.

Sorry,
but just because she's written hits

she does not get unlimited
tastings. Three like everyone else.

No no. Do not restrict
her tastings.

You do not own the city or the store.

You're half right. I do not own the city,
but this store.

Your favorite in all of Solvang.

- En.
- Okay.

INGEBORG'S DANISH CHOCOLATE.

It's horrible. It's really bad.

But full of so much flavor
with enough fullness.

Not too crispy,
but not too melting.

The density is perfect
with perfect amount of filling.

- Thank you.
- Where did you learn that?

I am dead
and in the paradise of Danish villages.

It was my grandmother's shop.

She brought
her parents' recipe from Denmark.

I've recreated the magic,

and made Ingeborg's chocolate
from when I was a boy.

When I took over two years ago,
I added 16 flavors to the menu.

When he was little,
he smuggled chocolate home,

and was caught eating it
after brushing.

How did they reveal you?

A morning with chocolate on my face.

He blamed me for
smuggling it in.

I did not know
I had it in my head.

I thought she had seen the
paper in the trash.

I got so much scolding.

I was expelled from the store for
an entire week. t*rture.

The chocolate is worth it all.

I always got scolded.
Gibby was the sweet one.

- I have a hard time believing that.
- What about you? Were you naughty?

I imagine you
as good Gibby in your family.

You know
what I think of that nickname.

No, I want to say
I was the sweet one.

Or I could adapt.

My sister was older
and always said what I should.

I did as she said, but
sometimes I got in the fat dish.

So you follow others?

No I do not.

But I'm a good mate.

My sister had a business acumen
and I was the creative one.

Gibby has always had a better
business sense than I have.

Considering all the flavors
you have added

are you also the creative.

This is how I have never
thought of myself before.

Or the sugar
has risen to my head.

The crib game tonight...
Do you want to join?

Well...
if I can smuggle chocolate in

in true Sawyer style, I'm coming.

No, it's mine.

Not anymore.

The most beautiful woman in Solvang.

The back freezes off
if she does not put on a jacket. Thanks.

Aubrey, are you ready?
We're late.

I can not walk fast
in the high heels.

Oh, Aubrey. You look good.

I wore the dress to the
Grammy Gala five years ago,

and costs more than I
would ever give for a dress.

No matter what it costs,
it is not the dress that has you on.

Fine enough. Shall we go?

THEATER.

The view is so beautiful.

I'm always up here.
The best place.

WHERE IS THE ARTICLE?
WANT TO EDIT.

SEND MORE PICTURES.

This city is not a tourist trap.

I have to persuade them to
love a new idea more.

Goodbye. We'll meet Again.

- Thanks. Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

- We're twins.
- Nice shirt.

How are you?
Have you been to the vineyards?

Yes, with yesterday and today
we have probably got everyone involved.

Hayden and I used to take
a wine tour on our wedding day.

It was fun, but now we do not.

Maybe you should wish yourself
a wine round this year.

I might do that.

How's the angle?

You've been sitting in your room for
three nights. Are you done?

Not completely.

I had an angle,
but it was not the right one.

Can you find a new one
before you travel on Friday?

I would actually stay the weekend
if needed.

Is my room available?

Yes. Of course you can stay.

Are you sure
you'll only be for the story?

What do you mean?

Could it have something to do with
a nice chocolate expert

who has shown you around?

Sawyer? No no.
I just need to find my angle.

- You might find it tonight.
- What is happening tonight?

Sawyer told Hayden he would
invite you on his light walk.

I thought we would be more.

No, it was last night.

Besides, you do not pay me
to take tourists with me.

You said no to payment.

Before you ate half
the chocolate in the store.

You can get it back.

Haven't you already eaten
the two boxes you took home?

I gave a pair to the Laurel, Hayden
and Brighton couple. Only a few.

Only a few? Yes.

Hayden said
you'll be staying this weekend.

Yes, I do.
I do not have the whole story yet.

I'm glad you'll stay.

Are you? Why?

Then you see the treasure hunt
and the parade. The two best things.

I can not miss the best.

I thought you would be happy
to get rid of me.

I do not know now.

Uha. My light went out.

Can you see me?

Or am I the only one who can see
you through the burning flame?

Are you quoting one of my songs?

- Is it from a song?
- Yes.

One of my many great songs.

Have you noticed that there are storks
on the roofs around the city?

Yes I have.
In my room and at Estelle's.

Why is it there?

In the Middle Ages,
hundreds of thousands of storks arrived

to the coasts of Denmark in the summer
and landed on the houses.

If a couple built a nest on one's house, it
brought good luck.

We have no real storks
in Solvang, but...

We have them as a reminder.

What does it mean in Solvang?

In addition to bringing good luck
, they are a symbol of

fertility, protection and love.

That is so sweet.

Christmas in Solvang.

A... charming... city.

God. Just look.

- We're Christmas.
- We're Christmas.

It is for you.

- Should I put it on? Okay.
- Perfect.

SOLVANG
THE DANISH CAPITAL OF THE USA.

Merry Christmas!

So.

At me? Okay.

Merry Christmas!

- You need this.
- Uha. Okay.

What Christmas flavor do I have to serve?

I need mint chocolate with
peanut butter and frozen banana.

- Eggnog vanilla.
- Peppermint, please.

I want a little of it all.

A little of it all?

CHRISTMAS TREES FROM THE FARM.

Butter-bourbon truffle is wonderful.

I need to understand the
tastes of the article, so I think...

- That I must have more.
- Oh boy.

- May I ask you a question?
- Yes.

Why did you stop writing music?

I guess I felt
like I didn't have my heart in it.

Everyone knows
it does not just disappear.

You may be right.

Oddly enough, I
started writing a song yesterday.

Did you? Can we hear it?

No, it's not quite done
and I can not sing, so...

You then sang. Your Christmas carol.
Gibby found it and sent it.

Oh no.
How did she find that song?

I have never released an album.

It was in that Christmas movie
and she found it.

No, that's not a good idea.

- Embarrassing.
- But it happens.

I do not know...
Laurel, shall we really?

No, but look. Here it is.

Out on the dance floor.

No, this is embarrassing.

Now we have to party on the dance floor.

Clear?

You hid it from us. It is good,

and as you know
, the Christmas mood must spread.

Oh no.

Sawyer? Oh no.

- Shall we not say goodbye?
- No. We leave them a little alone.

- Good thinking.
- Came.

We're taking one of them here...

- Okay.
- The turtle.

We place it on the tape and see
what happens.

It is art.

What are you going to for Christmas?
To your sister?

Yes, she lives in San Francisco.

She has kids,
so it's probably going to be fun.

And your parents? Where are they?

My parents are retired
and live in Florida.

They hate San Francisco traffic,

so they party on a yacht
with friends.

I celebrated Thanksgiving with them.
I celebrate Christmas with my sister.

What about you? Do you have something
that binds you to Los Angeles?

As a boyfriend? No.
No I have not.

What about you?

Lots of tourists come.
You meet many beautiful women.

I meet many beautiful women.

But everyone celebrates wedding day
with the man.

I've dated a lot over the years,
but it didn't last.

That's surprising.

An assembly line
that spits out Danish chocolate

should be the way
to all girls' hearts.

I do not know.
I've not had one with me before.

Oh no. The chocolate.

We have to save the chocolate.

So you'll be an extra weekend for
the guy you complained about?

No. I mean yes. No?

I stay to write the article.
First version was tough,

and I still have no end.
Everything else is done.

But we were going to use it for Christmas,

and I wanted it today,
but have not seen anything yet.

Sorry, but I'm just
not done with it yet.

Send what you have.
Then I can edit.

Okay, you'll get the ending
as soon as I finish writing it.

Okay. Fine.

What's going on between you and the guy?

Nothing. It is just...

- Do you not like him?
- Yes, I can. And he...

- But you do not stay for his sake?
- No then.

Okay. I am in.

- What was his name now?
- Sawyer.

Nice name. Have you kissed each other?

No. I thought
he would kiss me last night,

but then there was marzipan failure,

and chocolate everywhere...

But you must see each other again?

Yes. I hope so. I think.

Aubrey, I've not seen you
so excited,

and confused for a very, very long time.

It makes me very happy
and I think you should go for it.

- After what?
- Give him a chance.

Stay in Solvang. Have Christmas there.
We're not going anywhere.

No, it's clear
I want to go home for Christmas,

and be with you, but...

This actually feels homely too.

- How beautiful.
- I did not know you were here.

You have a very beautiful voice.

You're really good.

Have you ever considered
singing for others?

Share your voice with the world?

- My father was a good singer.
- Was he?

And great on guitar.

He held a small
open-stage evening at home in Denver

which I attended every Friday
until I turned 15.

We always sang
the last song together.

One night I did not bring.

I had started high school
and wanted to hang out with friends,

and he d*ed in an accident that night.

Laurel... It hurts me so much.

It's alright.

My mom always thought
it was silly

that my father wanted to make a career
in the music business,

so I have never even considered
doing it.

After that, I probably would not either.

What do you think he would say
if he knew you had stopped?

He had scolded me.

It is never too late
to be open to opportunity again.

I have written music myself.

Do you have? Aubrey, that's wonderful.
I am happy for you.

I do not know. We'll see
what happens. You never know.

How was the rest
of the evening with Sawyer?

- You would be a great couple.
- I.

I really like him.
I really like his company.

But he lives here,
and I live in Los Angeles.

I'm not good at relationships
and not at all at a distance, so...

It is never too late to be
open to opportunity again.

And.

Wait and see what happens.

- There they are.
- Hi.

It's cold outside.

- Hello.
- Hello.

What have you done?

It's insignificant.
But you can begin to rejoice.

Where are we going?

I thought
the kids were going on a treasure hunt.

Exactly. So must we.

The one with the first pixie

wins the first prize
and there are more prizes.

What is the first prize?

Parents get free coffee every week,

and the kids get free pastries
every week.

- You get the coffee and I the baked goods.
- Okay.

I would like to wish you
good luck with the hunt.

Let the pixie hunt begin.

- Come on, kids!
- Off.

- Not for you?
- No.

Do not take it. It's for the kids.

But I'm your child.

Hayden said you would attend
so you get your own clues.

And one for you.

Good luck with the hunt.

- Came!
- Let's get started.

"We find toys
for girls and boys."

- The Christmas shop.
- Okay!

- Wait. Then we see what it says.
- Okay.

"A bit like Santa Claus
and a bit like a Santa."

"Where Santa and his bride are,
feels a lot like a home."

"Hjem"?

Could she have kept it
where I lived with my parents?

She gave us a special clue.
So maybe?

- We start there. Came.
- Okay.

Did you grow up here? It's very...

Let me guess. Kitschet?

No. Magical.

Your Christmas tree is missing only
some Christmas hearts.

How do you know what it is?

Laurel told about them.
Danish braided hearts.

Your tree is missing them.

Okay.

We find Santa,
and then I take care of hearts.

Okay.

I can not see anything.

Nothing up here.

Sawyer?

I just want to say sorry for
my behavior when I came to town.

It does not matter. Forget it.

No, I was behaving like
a spoiled brat.

I did not realize how pessimistic
I had become. Pardon.

Your page is about sightseeing,
songs, sweets...

- Sights, Style, Songs & Sweets.
- Netop.

Only happy things.

Have you been to our site?

I've probably looked a little.

I may have read something
or seen something. Maybe the whole thing.

Although I show love for things
on my website daily

then my walls were quite high.
So thank you for being...

Thanks, because... You know...

- Because I got them gone?
- Yes.

And because you are a good...

Friend.

Yes. Exactly.

Friend. Because that's what I am.

I'm friendly and...

- So are you.
- Yes.

- Sawyer?
- Ja.

- Gibby.
- Hi. Am I interrupting?

No. Not at all.

We're looking for Santa.
We're on the hunt.

Yes, we are leading...

They have not saved anyone here.

- Are you sure?
- I came home early today.

I had to write my thesis
and no one else has been here.

Fine.

Where could she have stored it?
She said something about a home.

In someone else's home?
Where else do they live?

Apart from Denmark and the North Pole?

Most goblins in town
are in the mall. Maybe there?

It's worth a try.

- Yes, Gibby.
- I.

- See you.
- Goodbye.

- You two again.
- We're looking for Santa.

Have mom and dad been here
and saved one?

I do not know,
but see if you can find it.

- You go upstairs. I'm leading here.
- Okay.

I did not say anything, but look

on the little ones
with red and green marks.

So.

[font style="vertical-align: Inherit;"][/font]So you and my little son
of God are still together.

- After a week and a half.
- He has shown me around Solvang.

It's been great.

What is your intention
if I may ask?

We just enjoy being together.

I'm just kidding, my girl.

Joking aside. He's important to me.
You must not hurt him.

I don't do that. I promise.

Between us said

then he was here last week
talking and talking about you.

I've known him for a long time,
but I've never seen him like that.

I feel the same for him.

Wonderful. So here you are, when we
sing Christmas songs on Christmas Eve.

I did not know.

Unfortunately, I'm in San Francisco
with my sister and her family.

That's a shame.

So you must come back
as soon as possible, right?

Write your name and address
in my guestbook,

so I can keep you informed of everything
that is happening here in Solvang.

You can write songs anywhere.

And.

- Did you find it?
- No.

Let me see.

"A bit like Santa Claus
and a bit like a Santa."

"Where Santa and his bride are
feels a lot like a home."

"Much like a home."

It's the guest house.

The guest house. Thank you, Estelle.

- Thank you, Estelle.
- Goodbye, sweetie.

It's dog cold.
Maybe we should have driven.

Pardon. I do not know what I was
thinking when I said we should go.

I talk a little too much.

But I may have
called for reinforcements.

Has anyone ordered a
horse and Christmas carriage?

Hold da on.

- Completely unbelievable. Nice to see you again.
- Thank you.

- Completely unbelievable! Sawyer.
- The best way to see the city.

Thanks. I love this.

You look a little warmer.

Yes, it's much better now, thank you.

- When are you going out to see your sister?
- On Tuesday.

It's Christmas Eve on Thursday.
I will be there before.

- That sounds reasonable.
- Yes.

But I hate having to miss
singing Christmas Eve.

Estelle told about it
and it sounds cozy.

Yes. I would like to invite you,

but I figured
you would be raised.

May I have a farewell dinner
on Monday?

Yes. I would like to.

If you want,
we can invite Hayden and Laurel.

And.

Or just the two of us.
If you want a real date...

- Yes.
- Yes?

A date would be nice. Gladly.

I've thought of something. If...

If you want to visit Solvang again,
I would be totally for it.

I can probably handle that.

You might be able to visit me
in Los Angeles.

- Do you think so?
- Yes.

I have to check that Gibby
can handle the store while I'm away,

but it's enough.

Well.

Okay. Where should we lead?

I check where my room is.

- I'm Hayden and Laurel's suite.
- Perfect.

- That you did not say...
- Wait. It's out now.

- The article?
- Yes.

You do not look happy.

SOLVANG
SANTA CLAUS 'TOURIST TRAP.

Is it a snowflake?

Wait. Is it ...?

Nissen.

- We found it.
- We found them. They are lovers.

- They're perfect.
- They are.

- It's snowing.
- Here in Solvang.

"Santa's tourist trap"?

- What did you say?
- Laurel?

It's crazy.

Aubrey,
how could you write this?

No, that's not my story.

Your name is there.

I sent the wrong one
to my sister.

That story was not going out.
It was the first draft.

First draft?
What about the next one?

Aubrey, did you write that?

Yes, but that was two weeks ago.

- Before...
- Before what?

Before I fell in love with the city.
Before I fell for you.

So?
Because it seems that the whole

can be an excuse
to get people on your side,

and advertisers
get value for money.

Sawyer, I'm not lying.

That's not the story
I wanted to tell.

"Does not convince the scenery
that you are in a fun fair

then find Sawyer
and get a tour."

"His smile and arrogant style
are as tasteless as his city."

I have to admit, it's
just as good as your lyrics.

Would you not write this?

Laurel, forgive me.

I call and have her remove it.

I believe you, Aubrey.

But that you were willing to
risk our livelihoods,

for a successful story...
It hurts ..

So.

You're forcing me to fly here
two days before Christmas.

I did not force you.

No, but it does happen
when you do not call for three days.

Phil wraps presents with the kids
so he's mad at you.

Your niece and nephew
are desperate

that you do not want to
spend Christmas with them.

You're in trouble.

I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to
be home and think about it.

- With pizza only with cheese?
- Yes.

You must have really
liked the guy.

I started writing music again.

First song I've written
in years and it's really good.

That's the best news I're
ever heard.

He must be something very special.

And.

For the first time
, it actually makes sense.

We clicked in a way
I have never felt with others.

It's not practical,
and it did not start that way,

but when I think about
how I see him

I do not adjust the image
as with others

to make them
fit into the picture.

I see him as who
he is and honestly...

- That's what I love most.
- You've found something real, Aubrey.

Yes. Painfully genuine.

- And you know what?
- What?

He even owns a chocolate shop.

- What?
- Yes.

You have to fix it.

When do you find a guy
who satisfies your sugar needs?

You need to call him.

- Call him.
- No I can not.

He said he does not want to see me
and I have humiliated his city.

Thank God it's Christmas

which is perfect
when you want to do something good again.

Come on.

- I love you.
- Same here.

Okay, I'm ready.

Nice shirt.
The Danish village has influenced you.

Now it's out. It is done.

I read it on the plane.

You know you can handle it?
And Solvang.

And.

See you on Christmas day.
I sent the ticket yesterday.

I am coming.
The family comes first.

I love you.

See you soon.
See you soon. Good trip.

Aub, there's a package on the stairs.

Dear Aubrey. I know
you would not create problems.

I'm sorry I was so emotional.

You're my first girlfriend
since I moved to Solvang.

I thought the same thing about the city
until I fell in love with it

as you also became. I know.

I was just sorry you left.

The song you wrote is perfect.

Had I had music for,
I would have sung it tomorrow.

Here's a little gift from me
and Hayden. Have a Merry Christmas.

Hugs from Laurel.

- Hayden?
- Yes?

Come here. See.

Yes, I'm coming, but

I have to do this first, okay?

Okay. I love you very much.
Okay. Goodbye.

Hi, DK. It's Aubrey.

Hey. Yes it is a long time ago.
How are you? Merry Christmas.

Yes, it's fine. Very good.

That's why I'll call.

How fast can you make
a number for me?

CHRISTMAS EVE.

Merry Christmas!

- Merry Christmas!
- It's nice to see you.

- Here. Warm and good.
- Good.

- Are we ready?
- Yes.

Do you have a microphone? Perfect.

Aubrey?

- Think you're here.
- I hardly believe it myself.

But something told me
I had to come back.

Enough your gift. The storks.

- Hi. Well, you could come.
- Hi.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

- Did you know she would come?
- I had a feeling.

Thank you so much for the gifts.
How did you get my address?

You wrote your contact information
in the guestbook in the gift shop.

One may have mentioned
how much you gave for the storks,

so they belong to you.

Aubrey!

Nice to see you.
Merry Christmas, my friend.

Merry Christmas. Thank you for making sure
Laurel's gifts arrived.

It means so much
considering all that has happened.

Everything and nothing. Your last article
about Solvang was...

The perfect pastry.

I can not imagine anyone
doing it better than you.

- Miriam!
- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas. Welcome back.
- Thanks.

Your family?
You're going to San Francisco.

They understood
that I had unfinished business here.

Speaking of pending cases...
Don't you have that too?

You have to get on stage.

- What?
- You have to sing tonight.

- I have nothing to sing.
- I think so.

- Wait. No.
- Yes. I wrote the song for you.

- Then go up and sing it.
- Okay.

Never to late.

- Hey, Gibby.
- Hey, Sawyer.

Aubrey's sister Reagan,
husband Phil and their daughter Isla.

- Nice to meet you.
- You too.

Aubrey is with mom and dad.

So.

We're glad you're here again.

Sawyer... You gentle!

What are you doing here?

We were at the tourist office,

and met the coordinator
you had written about.

Think you came.

You were right.
The family comes first.

Make him forgive you
before someone else chops him.

Not true?

- Came.
- I can hardly believe you're here.

Ask her to drive on.

I like your family.
They are of all times.

You are something for yourself.
It's the truth.

I deserve it. And worse.

I say sorry for my article.

Don't say sorry, Aubrey.

You did well again
with your second article.

- Have you read the new one?
- The whole town has read it.

I liked what you wrote
about the coordinator. What was it?

"Eloquent, passionate,
compassionate, a little rigid,

but he makes up for it
with his healthy warm charm."

Aside from being "rigid",
you hit the nail on the head.

I'm glad you like it
as much as I like Solvang.

I actually fell in love with the city.

Is that why you came back?

Well, Solvang was just a bonus.

Merry Christmas everyone!

Thank you for being here
to hear us sing Christmas carols.

This song was written by a friend

which reminded me
that fear must not overshadow the heart.

The song is for her,

and everyone else in Solvang,
where the Christmas mood is still.

In a city covered in snow the
silence descends.

Evening stars illuminate the road.

Your hand is locked in min.

Your gaze, oh so nice.

Your lips say the right words.

I stopped looking
But you found me in the cold.

Now I'll never let go of you again

I'll never let go of you again.

This night I give everything.

No questions for me.

Never again will I have to be alone.

My loneliness is free

I was blind, but I see

I lost faith Now I believe.

This night I give everything.

This night I'll give everything to you.

Did you really write that?

You were amazing.

You do not write anymore, do you?

I do not know...
Something must have inspired me.

And after Christmas and New Year

I want to be here more.
If you visit me in town.

I can do that.

And if you need
more inspiration...