Christmas by Chance (2020)

[bunniefuu]

♪ Snow is beginning to fall ♪

♪ After days of
thanksgiving for all ♪

♪ If you open your hearts
and your ears♪

♪ You can almost hear
sleigh bells ring ♪

♪ Christmas the
old-fashioned way♪

♪ Soon Santa will
come in his sleigh ♪

♪ To bring candies and toys
To all good girls and boys ♪

♪ Who won't sleep tonight ♪

♪ Let's go out
and get us a tree ♪

♪ Bring it home
to the whole family ♪

♪ Then we'll all gather 'round ♪

♪ Bring the ornaments down
Trim the tree and sing ♪

♪ Peace on earth ♪

♪ Goodwill to all ♪

♪ Peace on earth ♪

♪ Goodwill to all ♪

♪ Christmas the
old-fashioned way ♪

♪ Santa will
come in his sleigh ♪

- Haven't you read that
book like a times already?

- It's a classic.

- Just because something's
old doesn't make it a classic.

- Because it's a classic,
it never gets old.

- Hm.
- Haven't you ever read it?

- Of course.

"It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times"...

- Hm. That is a
"Tale of Two Cities".

- Are you sure?

[chuckles]

What's that?

- An early Christmas
present to cheer you up. And
coffee...

- Thank you!

What's this?

I already have
business cards.

Plus, haven't you read the
big sign at the front?

- Yes, and yes.

But...

- But what?

- Your business cards are
so old

they have a handwritten
email address on them

and no social
media accounts.

I think these might
predate the internet.

[chuckles]
Okay.

But still: the sign.

- I've decided I'm not
letting you go out of business!

- Becky, you know I love this
place more than anything

in the world.

But you've seen the numbers.

We just can't compete in this
new digital shopping world.

People don't want to
leave their homes

to come find
treasures anymore.

They can have it all at the
tips of their fingers.

- Chance, we can do this,
okay?

We just need to
create some buzz!

A new website, social media
accounts, a blog.

You'll notice all your
new accounts are on the card.

- I don't know
what half of these are!

- You will learn.

Plus, I already pre-programmed
them to set up daily posts.

- What does
that even mean?

- Just give me until the
end of the holidays, okay?

If this doesn't help to
turn things around,

I will finally learn the
difference between a half-caff

non-fat soy macchiato
and a non-fat

misto tea latte.

- Becky...
- Come on!

What do you have to lose?

- Definitely
not a barista.

- See? I'm doomed
without this job.

- Okay. But it's gonna
take a Christmas miracle.

[gentle score]

[rushing wind]

- Oh! Ah! Ah! So late!

Of course, this happens
when I'm late!

And he knows I'm late!

And the more I talk,
the more I'm late.

[phones ringing]

[elevator chime]

- You're late.

- I'm so sorry.

I picked up the research
file for your new men's line:

stripes are in;
plaid is out.

I mailed out the promo packages
for your new fragrance --

Eau de Adventure-- and I emailed
your sister to confirm

that you and Ms. Brooks will be
attending her Christmas dinner.

- Wonderful. Did you book
The Astro Lounge

for the New Year's event?

I want that presentation
to be revolutionary.

- Yes, sir.

- Great.

Oh! And, uh, let's make sure

the usual social media-savvy
crowd are there ready

to live-stream.

I want everything to scream
young, ambitious,

adventurous executives.

Everybody should
leave that event

wanting to wear our clothing,
fragrance and accessories.

- Absolutely.

- Okay. Did you
specify dress code?

- Uh, of course. Oh! And
I picked up your Santa hat.

- Santa hat?

[gentle Christmas score]

[camera beeping]

- The magazine wanted the cover
to have you in a Santa hat.

Research shows
it makes you appear

more "festive and
approachable".

It was part of the terms
you agreed to.

Now, remember, sir,
it's all about the image.

Your words.

[sighing]
- I look ridiculous.

- Well, look at it
this way, sir:

this'll be the last year
you'll be voted

Most Eligible Bachelor.

After Christmas Eve, you'll
be off the market for good.

- That's true.

Speaking of which, did you
pick up my mother's ring

from the safety deposit box?

- Ah, yeah.
It's in my pocket.

- Great. Guard it
with your life.

- I would die for it, sir.

Now, we need to wrap up
this photo session.

You have a press conference
in five minutes

and a board meeting at ten AM.

[sighing]

- I am very approachable
and festive...

When it's required.

[gentle score]

[clearing throat]

- Maybe both on the hips?

- Hip.

- Maybe?

[shutter clicking]

- Umm...

Maybe try a different side?

- What do you mean a different
side? I'm looking at the camera!

- I mean try favoring your left
side. Everyone has a good side.

- A good side?
Don't they look the same?

- No. They look
completely different.

- Huh.

- I think we
need a Santa hat!

- This is ridiculous!

Why does anyone want to see
pictures of me for the blog?

Why aren't we taking pictures
of the treasures in this store?

- Because customers want to buy
things from people they know

and trust, okay?
Our best chance

to increase sales is by getting
customers to know and love you!

- Ugh!

- Besides, the first post
is all about you

and how you started this place.

[shutter clicking]

- Really? You wrote
an entire post about that?

- I may not be good
at ordering lattes,

but I do have an English degree

and a soft spot
for sappy stories.

- An English degree?

Aren't you being
a little generous?

- 'Tis the season.

- So, uh...

What did you write?

- The truth.

That your father was a
collector of art and books

and vintage furniture and
that when he passed away,

you spent your college tuition
money to open up this store

in his memory, so that
he'd always be with you.

- That was such a long time ago.

[emotional score]

I was so naive to think I could
make this work long-term.

- You don't regret
opening the store, do you?

- Not a moment.

What am I going to do
if this doesn't work out?

- I don't know.

But if we have a chance
of making this work,

we have got to find
your good side, okay?

Come on! Break's over. Let's go!

Let's see that turn.

[clearing throat]
- The turn.

- The turn.

- Ha!
[laughing]

It's better
when I make noises.

- Here are your talking points
regarding the sale

of Rutherford and Sons

and these are for the
acquisition of Mason-White.

- Perfect. May I
see the ring, please?

- Yeah.

- Has it been sized yet?

- Ah, it will be! As soon as you
find out Ms. Brook's ring size.

Discreetly.

- Right. Haven't done that yet.

How does one discreetly
find out the size

of a woman's ring finger?

- I wouldn't know sir. I work
too much to have a girlfriend.

But I'll put that on my list of
things to figure out

and I'll get back to you,
Mr. Richards. Okay? Doh!

Testing, testing, testing,
testing. Okay. No, let's go.

- Merry Christmas, everyone.
Thank you for coming.

I have a few moments
to answer some questions.

- Yes, Mr. Richards,

with the recent acquisition
of Mason-White,

we're wondering
what are your plans

for the corporation's
new direction?

Will you keep their
current fashion lines?

- Well, I would like to
increase the annual growth

by at least % next year

by introducing a new men's line
led by fashion icon Jacob Chi.

- Ah, Mr. Richards,

was the sale of Rutherford
and Sons the result of

the CEO's potential involvement
in the latest political scandal?

- Rutherford and Sons
was a business strategy

that was put into motion
six months ago

and wasn't influenced
in any way by exterior rumors.

- Mr. Richards,
keeping with rumors,

would you care to comment on the
social media chatter about you

and Ms. Leyla Brooks
potentially getting engaged

in the near future?
Is there any truth that our most

eligible bachelor may soon find
himself #TyingTheKnot?

- I have no comment.

My relationship with Ms. Brooks
is personal. Next question.

- Mr. Richards! Mr. Richards!

[gentle score]

- This is really good!

Sappy, but good.

- Thanks!

We just need to add
this photo here and...

post!

- Do you really think
this could help save the store?

- Yes, I do. If you
take it seriously and try.

- It's just so hard for me
to put myself out there

for the whole world to see.

This stuff is so personal.

And I don't know anything
about this new

social media-savvy world.

- That's why you have me!

- Thank you.

- And, look: we finally found
your good side!

- Did you flip the image?

- Mm.
[laughing]

And, hey! You know,
at the very least,

maybe this whole thing will put
you out there a little more.

You can finally find a nice guy
to share a meal with.

- You know,

me and Captain Bubbles
are just fine on our own.

- You can't
cuddle with a fish!

- No. But he is a better
listener than my last boyfriend

and he doesn't complain when
I watch reality shows, so...

I take that as a win.

- Fair enough.
What do you want for lunch?

- Sushi?

[mischievous score]

- Presentation for the meeting.

- Perfect. Have you found
a first edition copy

of A Christmas Carol
for Leyla yet?

- Ah, still working on that,
Mr. Richards.

You know, are you sure
she's going to like it?

She doesn't strike me
as the reading type.

[chuckling]
It's a classic.

I'm sure she'll love it
as much as I do.

It was a tradition
in my family to read it

every single Christmas
and that's a tradition

I'd like to continue
when Leyla and I get married.

- Yes, Sir.

- Uh, and I'd like you to walk
me through the rest of the plans

for my big proposal.
I want this week to be perfect.

- About that, Sir.

- What about that, Ryan?

- Ive been thinking,

you know, I'm great at keeping
your life on track...

- That's why I keep you around.

- But perhaps you need
someone a little more...

- More what?

- Qualified to plan and organize
your big romantic proposal, Sir.

- Ryan, you're
the only one I trust.

- Okay, full disclosure.

I haven't had a girlfriend
in two years

and my best date ever
was taking a girl

to a comic book convention

dressed in a cape
and purple tights.

- Sounds like fun to me.

- The most romantic thing
I've been able to come up with

involves laser tag and
tickets to an escape room.

Okay, my anxiety levels have
been steadily climbing

ever since you asked me
to put this together

and I'm afraid I'm just not
cut out for romance, Sir!

- Shh! I'm proposing
in just over a week!

Where do you want me to find
help on such short notice?

- The internet?

Perhaps you could plan it
yourself, you know?

Yeah. Keep it simple;
from the heart.

- Plan it myself?
Keep it simple?

Wouldn't happen to know
any romance experts

by any chance, would you?

- No, I don't.

[gentle score]

But I do know where you
might be able to find

that first edition for Leyla.

Now, get in there, sir.
They're waiting for you

and you have a lunch meeting
with Mrs. Jensen.

- Right.

By Chance Gifts.

[gentle score]

[sighing]

Morning, everyone!

[gentle score]

[knocking on door]

- Sorry, we're closed.

- Uh, yeah, I can see that,

but if I could just have a
moment? It's really important.

- Sure. How can I help?

- I'm looking for
a first edition copy

of A Christmas Carol.

I have your card here;
thought you might have it.

- I haven't handed those
out yet. How did you get that?

- By chance, I suppose.

- Ha. That's funny.
"By Chance"...

Because of my name.

Anyway, you're looking for
A Christmas Carol?

It's one of my favourite books.

- So, you have it, then?

- I do but it's my personal copy
and, unfortunately,

it's not for sale.
I'm sorry, I can't help you.

- Come on. You got to
have a price.

Everyone's got a price, right?

- I'm sorry.

It was a gift from my father.

But I do have a first edition
copy of Jane Eyre,

if you're interested.

- No. It's got to be that book.

See, I'm giving it
to my girlfriend

who I'm proposing to;
trying to be romantic.

- Aw! A romantic.

Don't see those
too often these days.

- Well, like I said,
trying to be, but

it turns out I'm not
very good at it.

- Seems like you're
off to a great start!

- Not unless you
sell me that book.

[chuckling]

Listen, I can't
sell you my book.

But I am a hopeless romantic
so I can do my best

to track down another copy
for you. When do you need it by?

- Christmas Eve.

- I'll see what I can do.

- Thanks!

- Sure, no problem. You know
how to contact me:

there's like a million ways
to reach me on that card.

- I'll be in touch.
- Great!

- Great.

When you said you were
a hopeless romantic,

does that mean
you're good at it?

- You agreed to do what?

- I know. It's crazy.

- Okay, so let me
get this straight:

William Richards,
the "most eligible bachelor"

three years running,
walks into your store

and offers you
how much to plan

a romantic proposal for his
supermodel girlfriend?

- First of all, I had
no idea who he was

until I did some research
on him last night.

[scoffs]
Secondly, I couldnt say no.

He offered me enough
to keep this place open

for another month
while we figure things out.

- It's a Christmas Miracle!

[laughing]
- Not so fast!

I still need to come up with
an incredible week of romance

leading up to an epic proposal

and sweep this girl
off her feet!

- Oh, please!
You are the queen of romance.

You've watched every
Meg Ryan movie;

you basically have the
Titanic soundtrack on repeat.

- It's true.

- So...

what's step one?

- Well, I really wanted to
get to know this girl

before I plan her
dream engagement, so...

- So, you went undercover and
tracked her around town

last night?
[gasping]

- No. Of course not.

- Oh.

- I took your lead and looked up
all her social media accounts.

What better way to get to know
who someone truly is?

- Um....

- I checked out
all of her profiles.

This girl seems amazing:

dog lover; philanthropist;
loves kids; loves theatre;

fitness enthusiast.

I mean, she even has
a beauty blog.

Did you notice
my new lip colour?

It's Christmas Nude.

- Very nice.

- I can see why Will
wants to marry this girl.

She's basically perfect!

- So, you based
all your research

on her social media accounts?

- Of course.

- Okay. And based on that
"research," um,

what exactly did you do for this
first grand romantic gesture?

- She kept posting these really
sweet photos of shelter dogs

who needed loving homes, so...

- So?

- I got a shelter dog delivered
to her office this morning

from Will!

- Oh, no.

- What?

[elevator bell]

- Leyla!

- What is this?

- Hey, hey, hey!
It's a puppy!

- No, Will. It's a dog.

A fully grown,
shedding, smelly dog.

- You want a belly rub?

[clearing throat]

Ah, right. Dog.

- From you.

- From me? Yes!
Uh, uh, from me.

Do you like it?

- I do.

- Oh, good!

- From afar.

- What? But I thought
you loved dogs.

- Yes, Will. In pictures
and in parks

and on other
people's leashes.

- But you're always posting
about shelter dogs

and how adopting pets in need
is so important.

- My agent said it would look
good for my image.

Look, Will,
I hope they find good homes.

I really do.

I just don't want them
to find my home.

- Yeah, but don't you think a
furry little friend'd be

a great addition to our lives?

- A tennis bracelet would be a
good addition to my life.

A dog is a complete overhaul.

[phone ringing]

- Uh, I just thought...

- Will, we are both so busy;

career-oriented
and well-dressed.

A dog sheds and requires time
and attention that we both

just don't have right now.

- Yeah, but don't you want
to change that a little?

Make a little more time for us?
A dog would mean

more walks together
and quiet evenings at home.

- Will, I love you. But we have
our careers to focus on.

We can't be tied down like that.

[sighing]
- Okay. I'll take him back.

- Thank you.

And don't forget
we're hosting my annual

Christmas game night tonight:
your place, PM sharp,

dress code in full effect
and I hired Pierre

for his famous gluten-free
vegan chocolate truffles.

Do not be late.

- Oh, hey, Miss Brooks!

- Ryan.

- Oh! A puppy?
Can we keep him?

- Can you get, uh, Chance on the
phone? Tell her we need to meet?

- Yeah. Sure.

- Well, guess you're with me
for the day. Come on.

[clicks tongue]

- Hi, little guy!

[chuckles]

- So, I, uh, thought you said
you were good at this?

- I am. I just...

I didn't factor in
the whole social-media curve.

- What do you mean?

- I mean, when I researched
Leyla's profiles,

I didn't realize that people
weren't % truthful

on those sites.
By her posts,

it looks like a dog
would have been the perfect

romantic gift to kick off
your proposal week.

[scoffs]
- Well, it wasn't.

[sighs]

- How did that not work?
Look at this face!

[chuckles]

- Well, he is pretty adorable.

And I'm sure Leyla will
warm up to him eventually.

But, I mean, Chance, you can't

truly get to know somebody just
by looking at their profile.

- Actually, I think that's the
exact purpose of those sites:

to share with others
who you really are.

- So, you mean to tell me
that everything you post

on there about yourself is true?

- I think so. I mean, I've only
had a few posts but,

yeah, of course it's true.
Why would I lie about myself?

- No, not lie.
Uh, just create an image.

You know, show the world
who you want to be,

not who you really are.

- But I am who I want to be.

Aren't you?

[chuckles]

- Yeah. Uh...

- I'll take him.

Come here, little guy.
You're coming with me.

Am I fired?

- No.

- Okay.

- But you will have to
look after this guy

for the next few weeks
until Leyla warms up to him.

And...

I think you should
get to know the real Leyla

before you plan our next move.

- Okay. What do we do?

- We go undercover!

[laughing]

I'll explain.

- Oh, boy! Okay.

[gentle score]

Wait up!

- So, you're William's
personal assistant?

- Uh, more like an
executive assistant.

- Oh!
- Yeah.

- Right.
- Okay.

- So?

- I don't think I've ever
seen you in a dress before.

- Thanks?

- And the finishing touch.

- Oh!

- Do I have to wear those?

- Oh, well, it came
with the dress

and with Mr. Richards'
instructions.

- I'll wear them!

- Good idea.
You go undercover.

- I wish.

But I have a feeling
no one is going to believe

I'm Will's father's
best friend's daughter

from England.

I'm tone deaf, so my English
accent sounds like a mix

of French and cyborg.

- You speak cyborg?

- A few dialects.

- Nice.

- Guys! Okay!
I'll wear the shoes.

- Almost got it!

[giggles]

How do I look?

- Tall!

- And who am I again?

- Will's father's best friend's
daughter from England!

- And what's his name?

- Who?

- Will's father's
best friend -- my dad.

- Oh, this is really
getting complicated.

- Okay, well, uh, don't get
bogged down in the details.

Just stay focused
on the broad strokes.

- Right.

- Okay. And remind me:

why am I
doing this again?

- To get to know Leyla so you
can craft the perfect proposal,

which will, in turn, save
the store that you love so much.

Plus, it'll be fun! Just...

imagine you're in an old
detective novel.

- Ohh.

- Right.

I can do this.

Are you good to watch him
for the night?

- You know we need to
name him, right?

- We can't name him because
we're not keeping him.

We're just pet-sitting until
Leyla warms up to the idea.

- You might
want to name him.

[gasps]

- What?

No! No one is naming this
adorable, little fluff ball.

Because if we name him,
he'll feel like he's ours

and then we'll want to keep him.
That's how it works.

- Right. You're right.
Yes. No name.

- No name.

- Your chariot awaits.

- Oh! Just try to have
some fun tonight, okay?

- I thought I was going
to a game night.

Who can play charades
in this outfit?

- Leyla's crowd
is big on dress codes.

[groaning]

- Okay.
[breathing deeply]

I'm thinking of two words!

I got this.

- That's three words.

- I'm thinking of three words!

[giggles]

- BOTH: You got this.

- Yeah.
- I got it. I got it.

- I thought that was implied.
- You got it!

- Right.
- You got it!

- Okay. Great.

[jazzy Christmas score]

- Do you know that I like
that matches my blanket?

- That was my fault.
Sorry about that.

[laughing]

[laughing]

- Chance.
- Hi!

- Wow. You look...

- Tall?

- I was going
to say beautiful.

- Oh. Thank you.

[English accent]
I mean: thank you.

- What's that?

- My English accent.

- Oh! Oh, yeah.

It's really good.
So, you're ready?

- Yes.

This is going to be fun!
Like an old detective novel.

- Yes. Exactly.
Tonight's all about recon.

And I rigged the teams so that
you and Leyla are together.

She loves England.
You'll have tons to talk about.

- Will, I'm not
actually from England.

- Right. But you've
seen the Royal wedding?

- Yes. Of course.

- Yeah. You'll be fine.

- Okay. But what if I
get into trouble

and she starts to suspect
that something's up?

- Just give me some sort of a
sign. I'll come to the rescue.

- What kind of sign?

- Touch your left ear.

- Left ear. Got it.

- You must be Olivia.

- Actually, I'm...
- Yes, yes.

This is my father's best
friend's daughter, Olivia.

Olivia, this is
my girlfriend, Leyla.

- It's a pleasure
to meet you, Leyla.

I've heard
so much about you.

- You have?

I didn't realize
you two were so close.

Will, why haven't you
mentioned Olivia before today?

- Oh! We're not close.

I meant my father
talks about you

and he hears that
from Will, of course,

because they are close.
We are not close.

I don't even really
like William.

But I don't not like him.

We just don't really know
each other that well...

- What did you say
your father's name was again?

- John.
- Paul.

[chuckles]

- Like the pope?

- Yes! Exactly like the pope.

Why don't we, uh,
join the rest of the party?

- Sure.

- You talk a lot
when you're nervous, huh?

- Maybe a little.

- Breathe. This'll be fun.

- You're just on time.

Everyone, this is Olivia.

William's family friend.

- Hello.

- Hello!

Love your shoes!
Where did you get those?

- Oh!

They were a gift.

From the Queen.

- Wow. You know the Queen!

- Mm-hm.

- Were you at the wedding?
What did you wear?

- Okay! Who wants
to choose teams?

- Actually, we chose the teams

while you were
answering the door.

Looks like you two
are together.

- Oh. Great!

[cell phone buzzes]

Oh.

Sorry, it's work.
I gotta take this.

James?

Not a problem.
Feliz Navidad.

- So, Leyla:

what's your favourite color?

- Pink.

- Pink. Really?

I would have
taken you for a red girl

or crimson, maybe, but pink?

I love pink!

Favourite food?

- Vegan Charcuterie.

- Okay.

Haven't heard
of that one before.

Don't even know what that is.
But it sounds good.

I'll have to try it
some time.

Favourite sport?

- Oh!
[laughing]

I'm not really
a sports kind of gal.

- You did do figure
skating as a kid, though.

- I did like wearing
the cute outfits.

- Interesting.

Skating is so romantic.

Couples skating is just
my favourite Olympic sport.

Don't you love it?

Anyway, moving on.
Um, favourite piece of jewelry?

- Uh, I actually always
wanted a tennis bracelet.

Are we playing
questions or charades?

- Oh! I'm sorry. I talk a lot
when I get nervous.

- Apparently.

- Enough about Leyla.

Tell us all about the
Royal Wedding.

- Um...

- Okay!

Who wants to play charades?

- I would! Very much.

- Snow man! Uh...

Christmas tree! Reindeer!

- Reindeer?

Egg nog!

- Your turn.

- Thank you.

- Hey.

- Sorry.

- Kidding me?

- Egg nog. I got it.
I got it. Yeah.

- Two words. First word.

Cold.

Snow.

Second word.

Ring. Halo.

Angel. Snow angel!

[laughing]

[laughing]
Yes. All right!

- That was five wins in a row.

You guys are unstoppable!

- Wow, Will. I didn't realize

your friend was a
professional mime!

- That was fun!

[chuckling]
- Yeah, that really was.

- Was it? Because I just lost
five games in a row

and I think it's time
for Pictionary.

Are you a
professional artist, too?

- Uh, I think it's time
I call it a night.

- No! Um...
[clears throat]

Don't go. I would really

love to hear more
about the royal wedding.

- Mm.
[clears throat]

- And, um... I'm so impressed
that you were actually there.

- Well, I was there.

- Uh-huh.

- In England.
- Wow.

- While it was happening.
- Oh, my gosh.

- So, I was there, and it is
definitely time for me to go.

- Oh.

- It was really lovely
to meet you all.

Leyla, thank you for having me.

- Pleasure.

- I'll walk you out.

So, did you get
everything you needed?

- Yes. I'm going
to make this week

leading up to your big
engagement the most romantic

week ever!

Make sure Leyla's available
tomorrow night.

I'll send you details
in the morning.

- Great.

And Chance?

- Yes, William?

- Thank you.

- Of course.

[chuckling]

No problem.

[gentle score]

- And make sure you check
us out on social media.

Okay. Bye!

- I knew dating a hockey coach
would come in handy one day!

- Found it. Okay. How
many lights do you want?

- All of them. And let's get
a big Christmas tree

for the centre
of the rink.

- That is good.

- And what's that song
that kids play at prom?

- Uh, Boom, Boom,
Let's Go Back to My Room.

- No! No, no, no, no!
The other one -- the sappy one.

- Oh! Forever Love.

- Yes! Can you add that
to my playlist, please?

- Oh! Classic.

- This is going to be perfect.

What could possibly be
more romantic

than a midnight skate date?

- Okay.

Well, other than finding out
that Ms. Leyla Brooks

was once a figure
skating princess,

what else happened last night?

- It was fun.

- Fun?

You were in the home
of William Richards.

His house was featured in
Million Dollar Mansions.

Spill it.

How does the other half live?
What's Leyla like?

Is No-Name going to be
happy there?

- Did you just
call our dog No-Name?

- Did you just call
No-Name our dog?

- He's gonna love it there!
It's beautiful.

Plus, Will is actually
really nice. And fun.

- And Leyla?

- She's...

Pretty.

- And nice?

- Uh-huh. And clean!

- That's good.

Oh, she is not going to
warm up to the idea

of having a dog, is she?

- Not with that furniture!

[No-Name whines]

[gentle Christmas score]

[cell phone rings]

- Hi, partner!

- Hey! How's it looking?

- Amazing.

- Oh. Fantastic!
Leyla'll love it.

- I picked up the skates,
got them sharpened,

cute outfit waiting for her
in the dressing room

and, to set the perfect mood,

a mix between Christmas
music and classic rock love
ballads!

- Fantastic!

I got one last meeting and then
I'm going to head right over.

If you could please have Ryan
send a car for Leyla

in half an hour,
that'd be great.

- Will do.

- Great.
I'll see you then.

- I'll be here,hiding in
the DJ booth 'cause this epic
mix

won't mix itself.

- Okay, Becky - hit it!

[uplifting score]

- Wow.

- It's perfect.

- I wonder if this is
what it feels like

to be in the Ice Capades?
Careful!

- I think this tree just
needs one last finishing touch.

- Ryan, you know Leyla
pretty well, right?

- I do?

- I mean,
you see her every day.

- I do.

- So, what do you think?

Is she going
to love it?

- Well, if I knew what made
Ms. Brooks happy,

then you'd be out of a job

and I'd still be in charge
of this overwhelming task.

- It's not that hard
to be romantic.

- No. I suppose not.

But, generally speaking,

it is with women like
Ms. Brooks, however.

- Why?

She seems...

Nice.

- Yeah! She is nice.

And smart and very driven.

It's just...

I don't think she's ready
to give up her part-time life

in Paris and weekends
in New York

to settle down
with anyone just yet.

- You don't think
she'll say yes?

- No, no, no.
I-I-I didn't say that!

- But you implied it.

- What? No! Hey, I think
you're reading too deep into it.

- Is that why you walked away
from this responsibility?

- No! I love my job. I love
working for Mr. Richards.

It's just...

I don't want to be
the one to blame

if this whole
thing falls apart.

- And that's where I come in?

To pick up the pieces?

- Or sweep them
under the rug.

- Will is...

Handsome and fun and nice.

Of course, she'll say yes.

- I hope you're right.

- Okay, everyone:
selfie for the blog!

I think we can officially add
special event planning

to our list of services.

- Really?

- Uh-huh. Come on!

[light score]

- Say freeze!

- Freeze!

- Perfect!

- Yay!

- Becky. Do you read me? Any
sign of Ryan and Leyla yet?

What's their ETA?

- Nothing yet.
Let me text Ryan again.

- Will's going to be here
any minute. Where are they?

- Oh, no.

- Oh, no, what?

- Um...

- Becky, I know that tone.

- Leyla's not coming.

- What?

- She has an early morning
photo sh**t and needs

her "beauty sleep".

- She did not say that.

Okay, go tell Ryan

to knock on that door and
find a way to get Leyla
here.

- Yep, yep.
Okay, I'm on it.

Oh, no!

- What now?

- Will is here.

Chance, you need to stall
him.

- How?
- Be creative.

Look, you stall Will and I'll

keep working on Ryan,
working on Leyla.

- Deal! But work fast.

This night has taken a lot
of impeccable planning

and it really needs to go well.

And these trees were really
heavy to bring inside.

And do you know how many favours
I had to pull to get this rink?

- Chance, you need to
stop stalling here

and start stalling
him! Now!

- Right!

- Hey!

- Hi.

- What do you think?

- It's beautiful.

- I'm really glad you like it.

- Yeah, I do. Very much.

- Um, so Ryan and Leyla
are on the way.

They're just running
a bit behind.

- Ryan can't get Leyla
out of the house!

This is a disaster!!

I don't know what else to
do.

- That was a wrong number.

- Chance? Hello, Chance!

Do you read, Chance?

- It's a walkie-talkie.
- The Eagle has landed.

- It sure is.

- Uh, it's okay.
I already know.

- You do?

- Yeah. She's busy.
Big photo sh**t in the morning.

Priorities.

- Yeah! Totally.

She needs her beauty sleep!
Who doesn't? Am I right?

[chuckling]

- I'm just sorry that you had to
go through all this trouble.

- Oh, not at all.

I really thought this was
going to be an incredible night.

Grand gesture and all.

- Well, we still have a few more
days before the big proposal,

so any other tricks
up your sleeve?

- A few.

- Great.

- It's beautiful.

A single white rose
signifies spiritual love.

- Soul mates. True love.

- A man who knows his symbolism.
You are a romantic.

[chuckling]

With terrible luck.

Told you I was bad at romance.

- The best moments in
life happen... "By Chance."

- Ha-ha.

- I better start
taking this stuff down.

- And, uh, ruin a perfectly good
mix of Christmas music

and classic rock ballads?

- You got a better idea?

- Well, I did buy you a pretty
k*ller pair of heels

the other day, so I happen
to know you that you have

the exact same shoe size
as Leyla.

- I do?

- Why not put brand new skates
to use? What do you say?

[groans]

- I'm really out of practice.

- Come on.

[uplifting score]

- You know, I did put a lot
of effort into those songs.

Why not?

♪ There's something about this
cozy hearth at night ♪

♪ The sparkling ♪

♪ The fire and light ♪

♪ There's something in the
coldness amidst the storm ♪

♪ Makes my soul feel ♪

♪ Safe and warm ♪

♪ That love calls me home ♪

♪ That love calls me home ♪

♪ The trouble is
that they fade away ♪

- Who knew that vegan,

gluten-free Christmas cookies
could taste so good?

- Right? I've learned
a lot these past few days.

- Yeah? Like what?

- Like, people can survive
without gluten.

And that I can balance
on both heels and skates

with only minimal damage.

[sniffing]

- You don't get
out much, do you?

- I'm a creature of habit.

I surround myself
with old things.

I'm always at my store
where everything is safe

and familiar.

- Not much
of a risk taker?

- Calculated risks.

- I mean, don't you want to
explore new things?

- Hey, I'm exploring new things!

Gluten-free snacks,
figure skating.

Oh, and I think I may have
just adopted a dog.

[laughing]
- Touché.

- I don't know.

I guess I've always felt like
I didn't really fit in

in this time period.

Everyone wants shiny new things:

new experiences, new artists,
new fashions.

I just think there's something
so magical about the classics.

The past holds so many memories;

moments locked in time.

- Is that why you
opened the store?

- I opened the store because my
father was a collector

of vintage furniture
and art and books.

And when he passed away,

those things were all
that was left of him.

- I'm sorry.

- I was so young

and I still
needed my dad,

so I surrounded myself with
memories of him and...

I guess I just became
a part of them.

But what about you?

What's your story, Mr. Most
Eligible Bachelor of the Year

three times in a row!

- I hate that title.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- 'Cause I think
most men would love that.

- No, it's just... It's not
who I am at all.

I have this image to uphold,
so everything that I do

is to either build my company,
or my brand.

- Why do you feel like you need
to be something other than

who you are to build a brand?

Don't you think people
like the real you?

- I don't know. I...

guess I'm not willing
to risk finding out. Hm.

- I bet you'd be
pleasantly surprised.

Under all the bells
and whistles,

who is William Richards?

- No one's ever
asked me that before.

- Hm.

- You know, the truth is I...

don't really know who I am
beyond my brand.

- Of course, you do.

What part about your image
is real?

- Well, the part that I--

I love my job.
I love to travel.

Care about my company,
my employees.

- Okay.

And what part
about your image is false?

- Well, I'm definitely not
an eligible bachelor.

And I do want to settle down,
have a family.

A dog.
[laughing]

And just spend less time
at the office and

more time enjoying life.

- And why would that
be so bad to admit?

- Guess those aspects just
aren't in line with my brand.

See, when people follow me,
or buy one of our products,

you know,
they're buying an idea.

A belief that if they buy these
products, or these things,

they're somehow buying into a
lifestyle that I represent.

- Does Leyla know the real you
or just your brand?

[sigh]

- Um...

She knows what I want.

- Yeah. Of course. Sorry!
That's none of my business.

- I didn't mean to pry.
- It's okay.

- We should probably
pack up and get going.

[sighing]

- That thing is going to
take us a really long time.

- Good thing we're hopped
up on sugar! Bring the cookies!

[uplifting score]

- Don't look at me like that.
I know. I blew it!

I totally pried and asked too
many questions and...

I don' know how many more
chances I'm going to get.

I know!

You and I are both in trouble
if I don't get this right.

[doorbell jingles]

- Morning, young lady!

- Hi, Mr. D.!

- Oh! Cute dog.
What's his name?

- Oh, we're calling him No-Name.

- Okay. Original.
I like it.

[laughing]

- There you go.

Thanks so much for this.

Yes! The kids are going to
love these stories!

- You know, I'm bringing
my granddaughter to your

Operation Christmas charity
toy drive again this year.

- Ah! That's great!
I look forward to seeing her.

- But she just loves that your
Santa reads them a story.

I think it's wonderful
what your teaching our kids.

I mean, encouraging children
to donate some of their toys

to other kids in need?
Teaches them important values.

- Thank you, Mr. Davis.

- Oh! Who's going to be
your Santa this year?

- Mr. Hughes, of course!
Best Santa in town.

- You mean the best Santa
"out of town".

- What?

- Didn't he tell you?

Mr. Hughes is spending
the holidays with Mrs. Hughes

in Florida this year.
They left last week.

- Oh, no! I totally
forgot he was leaving.

- Sorry, kid. Ah, you'll find
someone to replace him.

You still have a few days.

- I've been so caught up in
"Operation Romance"

that I forgot about
"Operation Christmas".

- Ah, romance will do that
to a person.

So, uh, who's the special guy?

- Special guy?
- Mm.

[laughing]
- Oh! Oh, no. He's not special.

I mean, he is special,
he's just, he's not

my special, you know?

- Martha's right: dating
is so complicated these days.

- Mr. D., how did you know
that Martha was going to say yes

when you proposed to her?

- I just knew. Because
she had seen all of me.

The good and the bad,
and she still stuck around.

- Were you nervous?

- Nothing to be nervous about
when it's the right one.

- So, how did you sweep her
off her feet?

What was your big grand gesture
for your proposal?

[laughing]
- Well...

[romantic score]

We'd just finished
doing the dishes

at her grandmother's farmhouse.

She was so beautiful.

The sun was setting
through the window

and the way the light
hit her face was just...

Perfect.

I looked her in the eye,
I got down on one knee

and asked her to be my wife
right then and there.

Didn't even have a ring,
so I picked a thread

off the drapes and tied it
around her finger.

[chuckles]

- Wow.

- Yeah.

I guess it wasn't grand,
or some big romantic proposal,

but it was still one of the best
memories of my life.

I'm one lucky guy.

- And she's one lucky lady.

- Nah! I married up.

[laughing]

- Well, better get going.
Busiest time of the season.

Oh, good luck
finding a new Santa.

- Thanks, Mr. D.

- Bye, uh... Dog.

- Yeah.

[laughing]

[doorbell jingles]

[door closing]

[sighing]

- Oh! No...

sh**t.

- What about Jerry?

What? He's the
only actor I know!

- Again: being an extra
in a music video

does not make you an actor.

Besides, I don't think I can
take another lecture from him

on how kids these days just
can't appreciate good music.

- Well, the jury's still out
on that one, huh?

- What about Mr. Jackson?
Hey? He looks the part.

- Jail.

- Really?

It's always the quiet ones.

[cell phone ringing]

- Hello?
- Hey!

- Will! Hi!
How are you?

- I'm good.
How are you?

[sighs]
- Been better.

- Why? What's wrong?

- I got so caught up

in all of this
proposal business

that I completely
forgot

to book my Santa
for the toy drive

on Saturday and now
I'm kind of stuck.

- Oh, well,
you need a Santa?

- Desperately!

- Well, I can help.

I know him personally;

had him on speed dial
since I was eight.

- Really?

- No. Speed dial wasn't
around back then.

[laughing]
- But you can

help me find a
replacement?

- Yeah, of course.

Just text me
time and place.

I'll make sure
he shows up.

How many reindeer
you need?

- Reindeer are
an option?

- Always.
[laughing]

Well, I don't think
I have enough room

for Rudolph, but, uh,
I'll take one Santa,

please!

- You got it!

- Thank you so much!!

This is so important
to the kids.

You have no idea how
much this means to me.

- Well, it's no
problem at all.

Just happy
I could help.

- So, what's up?

- Uh, well,
I was just, uh,

calling about
that book.

Uh, did you have
any luck yet?

- Not yet.

But I haven't met a
first edition

that I haven't been
able to track down.

I'm following some
leads and I promise

I will get you your
first edition of

A Christmas Carol
by Christmas Eve.

- That's fantastic.
Thank you so much.

- Hey, did you
get my email?

What do you think
about one last attempt

at a night of romance

before your big
proposal next week?

- Well, I think, uh,
third time's a charm.

- Great! Then I'll
see you later tonight?

- Sounds good.
I'll see you then.

- What's the
plan for tonight?

- Something a
little more classic.

- Oooh!

[gentle score]

Is that him?

- Hi!
- Hey!

- Hey there, little buddy!

Hey! Did you miss me?
I missed you.

Got a treat for you.

- Perfect!

You're on time.
Ryan and Leyla are en route,

and you look amazing.

- I look amazing?

- Did I say that? I meant
this whole thing is amazing!

Everything's amazing.

- Oh! Right. Of course.

- Uh, hi! I'm Becky.
I've been helping with the...

The pet sitting. And romance!

- Oh, hi. Nice to meet you.
I've heard so much about you.

- Well, Chance does like
to brag about how awesome I am.

- Ah, wasn't Chance.

I think you might have
another fan.

Oh, you mean...?

[chuckles]
- Ah.

- Okay! Let's focus.
- Okay.

- After you order wine,
a musician will come over

and serenade you and then
you'll give her this gift.

It'll be perfect!

- Great!

Sounds a little more classic
than your last two attempts.

I like it.

- Well, a wise man reminded me
that it's not about

the grand gestures,
but about the moments,

the time together.

You and Leyla will have
a beautiful, quiet,

romantic evening enjoying
each other's company.

The chef knows all of her
favourite foods and there

will not be an ounce
of gluten on that menu.

- Sounds good.
What's in the box?

- Oh, hey, guys!
Guys, hide!

- Good luck.

- Thank you.

[mysterious score]

- Becky, what are you doing?

- I just want to see
what Leyla looks like in person.

- Are you checking out
Leyla or Ryan?

- Mmm. Little of column A,
little of column B.

[laughing]
- Thought so.

- So, you and William
seem to be getting close.

- He's okay.

- Oh, h*-h*.
I know that face.

- What face?

- The "I'm falling for
Mr. He's Okay" face.

- I do not have that face.

- Yes, you do.
It looks like this. Mm.

"He's okay. He's okay"

- Well, he did look
pretty cute tonight.

- I believe the word
you used was "amazing."

- I am not falling
for that handsome, kind,

sweet man that loves dogs.

- No, of course you're not.

- He's just the first guy
in a long time

I've enjoyed talking to.

- Yeah. Totally believe you.

Oh.

Okay, it's Ryan. He's off
for the rest of the night.

He's going to take me to the
History of Video Games exhibit.

- Mmm. And he claims
he's not good at romance.

- No, this isn't ro--
It's not romantic.

He-- He and I? We're just, like,
we're friends who... What?

- Oh! That face?

- Okay. I will see you tomorrow.

Bye. Mwah.

- Have fun!

[violin music]

I told you we'd nail this one.

The classics always work.

Come on. Let's go.

[light applause]

- As I was saying before that
musical interlude:

Maggie wants me in Prague
by Thursday at the latest

because the photographer
is only available on Friday.

- Thursday's Christmas Eve.

The photographer's only
available on Christmas day?

- Well, he books up year-round.

He'd be doing her a huge favour
by squeezing us in.

- On Christmas Day?

- Well, I would still be around
Christmas Eve-ish.

I would just have to leave
a little earlier than I hoped.

- Um... Yeah, but, Leyla,

we're supposed to spend
Christmas with my sister.

- Bring her!
It'll be great.

- She has a husband
and three kids. Remember?

- Bring them, too.

- Leyla, it's-it's Christmas.

Don't you, uh, want to
spend it at home

with me and our families?

- Of course I do.

I just can't pass up
this opportunity.

You understand that career
comes first at this point

in our lives, right?

- I do. But, um,

what if I want our careers
to come a very close second

to our relationship now?
And to family?

- Well, I would say
that's very sweet.

Unrealistic at this time.
But sweet.

[sighing]

Realistic at some point?

- Yeah. At some point.

- Haven't opened
your present yet.

[chuckling]

- Is it a tennis bracelet?

- It's a...

A surprise!

- I love surprises!

[chuckling; gasping]

Will! A Tennis bracelet!

I love it! How did you know?

- I guess I just know that
you like shiny new things.

[laughing]

It's beautiful. Thank you.

[gentle score]

- Well, No-Name,

I think you're going to
have a new home soon.

I gotta tell you: we're going
to miss you around these parts.

But don't worry! You're
going to a beautiful home.

And Will and Leyla,

they're going to take
such great care of you!

And you can come visit
any time you want.

It's my turn.

Okay, enough feeling
sorry for ourselves.

Time to bury these
feelings deep down.

We have a big day tomorrow.
Let's go home!

[gentle score]

[Christmas music]

- Hi, Mr. Davis!

- Hi, Chance. Becky.

- Hey!
- Thanks for coming.

- Oh, wouldn't miss it.
- Have a seat anywhere.

- Okay. Go on, guys.

- Where is he?

- Uh, he'll be here.

- It starts in a few minutes and
Santa is nowhere to be found.

- At least you
have a reindeer.

- That's not helpful.

But he is pretty adorable,
isn't he?

- So adorable!

Have you tried texting Will?

- Five times. He promised me
his Santa wouldn't be late.

[door opens;
doorbell jingles]

- h*-h*-h*.

- Isn't that...?

- Oh, my.

- Merry Christmas, everyone!

Comet! There you are, dear boy.

I wondered where you ran off to.

Dasher and Blitzen have been
looking everywhere for you!

h*-h*-h*!

- Comet?

- Oh, no.

He named the dog!

[sighing]

- Hey, Santa!
Did you get my letter?

- You bet I did!

And I see you're being such
a good boy and bringing

a special gift to give
to someone else less fortunate.

- It's one of my favourites.
Do you think they'll like it?

- I know they will.

It's boys and girls like you
with big hearts

that make Christmas
so very special.

Now, who would like to hear
Santa read a Christmas story?

[cheering]

[cheerful score]

- Smile!

♪ You make my Christmas ♪

♪ You make my wishes come true ♪

♪ With your mistletoe kisses ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Baby, I don't need no ♪

- Well, that went well.

- h*-h*-h*.

- All right, you guys,
I'm going to go out

and grab us some coffees.
Santa, how do you take it?

- Don't tell her. Her ratio of
guessing your order

is much better than her
stats on actually remembering

what you want.

- All right.
Mystery coffee it is!

- All right. Comet, come on!
Let's go for a walk.

Hey, yeah.

- Comet, huh?

- Yeah. You know, I'm Santa,
he's obviously part reindeer so,

yeah, I think Comet
suits him perfectly!

- I like it!

But I'm still a little confused
as to why you're Santa?

I thought you were getting me
the "real" Santa.

- Uh, turns out he's
pretty busy this time of year.

- Mm, I see.

- And he got food poisoning and
had to cancel again.

I couldn't let you down,
so, you know,

called in a few favours,
got this very flattering

Santa outfit and voila!

- Well, I must say,
it is quite flattering.

Have you lost weight?

- Umm...

Yeah. Just a little.

[laughing]

- Wow. That's really bloomed.

It must like it here.

It must like you.

- A lot of
good energy in here.

- Yeah, I can sense that.

So, what's your all-time
favourite thing in here?

- Old books!

- Of course.

I'm assuming you're
not the type of person

to trade in their
entire home library

for a tablet?

- Never!

I don't know. There's just...

something about holding an
old book that's been read

by various people over
a number of decades.

Sometimes I think about
all the different lives

and families and times.

We're all so different, but in
that one moment in time

we're all experiencing
the exact same journey.

The best is when you find
old books with inscriptions

in them.
Notes from loved ones.

From husbands to wives, friends,
parents to their children...

All because they want
that person to enjoy those pages

and that journey
just as much as they did

when they read it.

[sighing]

It's magical.

- Yeah, I guess it is.

- What about you?
You a tablet guy or old books?

- Tablet.
[chuckling]

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Then why are you
so focused on finding

"A Christmas Carol" for Leyla?

Just buy her a tablet
and program all your

favourite books in it.

- Uh, guess because,

you know, the memory of
reading that all together

as family over Christmas
holidays as a kid

is kind of the last memory
I have of all of us together.

- Will, I'm sorry,
I didn't know.

- It's okay.

My mom, she got pretty sick
the following year

and that tradition
died with her.

So, when I start my own family,

I want that tradition
to live on.

- Lifetimes apart...

but same journey.

- Yeah. Yeah, we have
a lot in common.

Chance, I just,

I wanted to thank you
so much for helping me.

Not with the engagement
but with everything.

I've really learned a lot
about myself the past week.

- You have?
- Yeah.

- When we talk,
it's like you actually see me.

Not, you know, the Will that
people read in the papers

or on social media.
But it's like you see who I am

on the inside.

I didn't even think I even knew
who that was until I met you.

- Well, I'm glad.

Because the real you
is pretty great.

[chuckling]

- It's such a strange feeling.

- What is?

- Spending time with someone
who doesn't want

or need anything from the
"William Richards" in my bio.

- You should let more
people see the real you.

- Well, people see
what they want to see.

But when you look at me, it's
like you see right through me.

Past the image.

- Will, I--

- All right.

I went out on a limb
with one cream, one milk--

Oh...

Am I interrupting something?

- Um, I should get going.
- Black coffee?

- Well, she is good at guessing.

- I told you.
- You have to go right away?

- Yeah, I gotta get going.
You know, the sleigh

is double-parked and, you know,
if I get another ticket,

Mrs. Claus is going to k*ll me.

Uh, the big red bag there

is full of brand-new toys
for the kids.

- Wow, really? You didn't have
to do that. Thank you so much.

- Hey, my pleasure.

C'mon, Comet, you ready to fly?

- Oh, yeah.
Wait, you're taking Comet?

- Yeah, we've imposed enough.

- Oh, he's no imposition.

We've actually really gotten
used to the little fur-ball.

- I think it's time to be true
to my own feelings, you know.

Be the real me.

I want Comet in my life and

I think if Leyla just spends
a little bit of time with him,

she'll start to realize
that there's more to life

than just her career too.

- I see. Hm.

- Uh, so I guess I'll see you
on Christmas Eve

for the big proposal?
Just keep in mind that

Leyla flies out that night
so everything will have to be

ready before she goes
to the airport.

- It'll be perfect.

- Great.

I completely forgot
to find out her ring size?

- Oh, six-point-five.

- How do you know that?

- I snuck into her room while
she was sleeping and measured.

- Sorry, what?

[laughing]
- I'm kidding!

I called her best friend,
Jolene, and asked about her

favourite nail salon,
she goes there once a week.

What? They see hundreds
of hands every week.

They're very accurate
at guessing ring sizes.

- Yeah, but how did
you know that I needed it?

- Oh, well, Ryan figured that
you might need a little help

discreetly finding that out.

- Ha-ha-ha.

You and I make a good team!

- Yeah, we do.

- Bye.

- Bye.

[doorbell jingles]

- Come on.
[barking]

[door closing]

- He just had to name the dog!

- I told you!

[sighing]

[melancholy score]

[doorbell jingles]

- Last delivery of the night.

- Mr. Davis!
- Well...

- Thanks again for
dropping by with Jonie today.

- Oh.
- I hope you had fun.

- It was wonderful.

I knew you'd find a
perfect replacement Santa.

- He was pretty great.
- Yeah.

- And now, I can thank him
with this!!

Oh, no!

- What is it, dear?

- This is the wrong book!

I ordered a first edition copy
of "A Christmas Carol",

this is a biography
of Carol Christmas!

- Oh, dear.

- What am I going to do?

Will needs this
for Christmas Eve!

- I'm sorry, Chance.
You know how crazy it gets

this time of year.

Look, I'm sure he'll understand.

It was an honest mistake.

You package it up and
I'll have it returned.

And...

have a Merry Christmas, okay?

- You too. Thanks.

- Captain Bubbles,
what am I going to do?

Well, you're no help.

What?

No, that's crazy!

Hi, Chris?

Hi, it's Chance from
By Chance Gifts.

Yes, remember that big favour
I helped you with last summer?

Well, I was hoping you could
help me locate a first edition

of "A Christmas Carol"
for Christmas Eve.

No, of course I understand.

Thank you. Merry Christmas.

[sighing]
Well, that didn't work.

[two email notifications]

[two more email notifications]

- What is going on?

[exciting score]
[multiple email notifications]

- Merry Christmas.

- Ooh, oh.
I'll go this way.

- What's going on? I got like a
million emails

from customers last night
wanting to buy Christmas gifts.

- I know, isn't it amazing?
Look at this place, it's packed.

- Hi.
- How did this happen?

- I told you we could do it!

I posted a picture of
yesterday's toy drive

on the blog and it went viral.

- My little toy
drive went viral?

- Mm-hm.
- How?

Why? What does that even mean?

- When people got a look at the
most eligible bachelor

of the year dressed up
as Santa Claus,

reading to a group of kids,

it didn't take long for your
store to make it to the top

of everyone's wish list
for Christmas.

- What do you mean everyone?
How many people saw the blog?

- Oh, everyone!

- Oh, no!

- So, most manufacturers that
try to use Italian silk,

and because, you know, the
overhead on that is so much--

- Good morning, Will.

- Leyla!

Uh, how was your interview
this morning?

- Oh. It was lovely.

Although the magazine
wanted to know

all about my boyfriend
who was dressed up as Santa

reading a book to children
in a store owned by a girl

who looked an awful lot
like Olivia.

- Oh-oh.

- Yeah, I'll be
somewhere else.

- And the funny thing is,

well, it wasn't Olivia at all,

but a girl named Chance
who is not from England,

by the way, and, I'm guessing,
isn't your father's

best friend's daughter.

- I can explain.

- You lied to me.
- I know but it's not--

- You brought a woman
into your home,

lied to me about who she was
and then you go around

playing Santa for her toy drive
without telling me.

[scoffs]

Do you know how embarrassed
I was when I realized

I was talking about
a fictional girl

and the magazine had to
correct me on who she was?

- I'm sorry.

- You're sorry?

This is my career, Will.

I can just imagine the rumours
that are going to come

out of this fiasco.

What about our image?

- Let's go grab a coffee.
I'll explain everything.

- I don't want to hear it.

And what is this mutt
still doing here?

I thought I told you
to bring him back.

[pensive score]

- She didn't mean it.

- How did you not tell Will
that the photos we were taking

were for the blog?

- How was I
supposed to know?

- Asking permission
is social media etiquette .

- This is so complicated.
I've ruined everything.

- No, it's not your fault, okay?

[stammering]

You didn't do
anything wrong, okay?

I should have made sure
that you asked Will.

I mean, of all people,
Will should understand

the power of social media.

We had no control
over this going viral.

I mean, you have, like,
three subscribers

and two of them are me and the
"all-knowing Gabby, my alias.

Thank you.

How could we have known
this would happen?

- Wasn't this the goal?
To get customers in here?

[doorbell chimes]

He's going to think that I
used him to for publicity.

And he's right.

Can you handle this for a
moment? I need to get some air.

- Oh. Uh...

Hi. Yes, I can help you.

[doorbell jingles]

- Excuse me. Thank you.

[pensive score]

Will!

- I see business
has picked up.

Glad I could help.

- Will, I'm so sorry.

- I just came to pay you for the
work you did on the proposal

and to pick up the book.

I won't be needing
your help anymore.

- Let me explain. I had no idea
that Becky was going to post

those photos on the blog.

She does all this
pre-programming

and I didn't realize.

- I just thought
you were different.

I never thought you'd use me
to get what you want.

Now I'm seeing you're
just like everyone else.

- That's not fair.
I didn't mean to do this.

Let me make it up to you.

Let me make tomorrow night
the best Christmas Eve

proposal ever.

- I don't think so.

Leyla's not even talking to me
right now, Chance.

Please, just get me the book

and go back
to your customers.

- There was a mistake
and the book didn't come in.

It was a different book,
but I promise I'm doing

everything that I can
to get you another copy--

- You know what?
It was a stupid idea.

Leyla likes shiny new things,

not a stupid old book.

[sad score]

[doorbell jingles]

- What time is it?

- Uh, : .

- Perfect.
- Why?

Hey, uh, Chance,
a little help over here.

Hi.

What are you doing?

- Fixing what we broke.

I need you to hold down the fort
here for a few hours.

- Uh, but it's, like,
really busy here.

- I know. Thank you!

- I, uh...

Thanks.

- Can I help you, Miss?

- No. Yes. Maybe?

I'm looking for Leyla Brooks.
I'm the one who called

regarding "the ring finger".

- Oh! Yes. The ring finger.
How is that going?

- There's been a minor glitch.
Is she here?

- Yes, she's actually
my next client.

- Oh, there she is.

Just going to borrow this.

[chair scraping across floor]

Leyla! I'm really glad
I found you.

- What are you doing here,
Olivia?

Or is it Chance?
Or is that a fake name too?

- I'm just going to
give you guys some privacy.

- It's Chance.

And I came here
to explain everything.

It's not what you think.

- Really?

Because what I think is my
boyfriend's been lying to me

about who you are

and the two of you have been
sneaking around behind my back.

- Okay, it's partly
what you think.

- What do you want and how
did you even find me here?

- Long story.

- You have seconds.

- seconds? Okay, then,
long story short.

Will found my business card
and contacted me to help him

create the most romantic week
for you leading up to Christmas.

- What? Why?

- Because he wanted...

To make this Christmas
really special for you.

He knows how hard you've been
working and he wanted to

do something special to show you
how proud he is of you.

- Oh. But why were you
at my party

pretending to be
someone else?

- Well, my first attempt
with the dog

didn't go exactly as planned

so he wanted me
to get to know you

so I could plan something
really special.

- The dog was your idea.

Okay, time's up.

- Leyla, come on.

Will loves you and wants to
make you the happiest woman

in the world.

He wasn't trying to lie to you.

He was trying to do
something special.

It just...

It didn't work out.

- And why was he at your store
dressed up as Santa Claus?

- Because my regular Santa
was out of town

and I asked him for help.

He tried to book someone
but they got food poisoning

the night before and he didn't
want to let me down.

Leyla,

Will is an amazing guy
and he loves you so much.

Please, just meet him
at this address tomorrow night

at PM before your flight.

- Did he really hire you to make
this Christmas special for me?

- Yes.

You got the tennis bracelet
you always wanted, didn't you?

- Okay,

you're forgiven for the dog.

I really do love
the bracelet.

- Meet him tomorrow night.
Please.

Oh, and give him this.

- What is it?

- It's something
that he'll love.

It's something that will mean
a lot coming from you.

Trust me.

- Okay.

I'll be there.

- Thank you.

And Merry Christmas.

- An old book.

What kind of Christmas
present is that?

[joyous score]

- RADIO DJ: Merry Christmas
Eve, listeners!

I hope you're all having
a fabulous day

and spending it
with family and friends.

Here's one of my favourite
songs to kick off...

- Okay, that looks great.

Thank you. Um...

- Where to next?

- Why don't you
start on that one?

- Okay.

♪ Spread some joy all around ♪

♪ Yes, all around the town. ♪

- Uh...

Mm...

We're going to need
more lights.

- More lights. On it.

- Chance, you need to relax.

Okay, this place
looks beautiful.

- I can't.
It needs to be perfect.

- Hey, what's going on?

Leyla knows the truth now.

And the whole blog fiasco
was an honest mishap.

A happy mishap for the store,
by the way, but still

it wasn't meant
to hurt anyone.

I'm sure, deep down,
Will knows this too.

- I just...

I really like him, Becky.
I feel like I let him down.

- If he's really as great
a guy as you say he is,

I'm sure he'll realize
it was just a miscommunication

and you'll still be friends
after this.

- Yeah, friends...

- And that is the root
of the problem.

You are in love with him.

- No, I'm not.

- Chance,

you're so upset over Will
you haven't even realized

the store is back in business

which is the whole reason
why you started working

with Will in the first place.

- Of course I'm happy
about that.

I just...

Didn't want the price to be
Will's happiness.

- It's not. They're going
to be fine, okay?

You work so hard
for everyone else.

Your intentions were good.

This... This will blow over.

You don't need to
overdo it, okay?

Their relationship should be
able to stand on its own.

And, you know, it's not
a perfect proposal

that creates the
perfect marriage.

If they're really meant to be,

it shouldn't matter
how he proposes.

- I know.

And, just for the record,
I am not overdoing it.

- Is this enough lights?

- Now we're talking!

[laughing]

Oh, my goodness.
How did you get this?

[gentle score]

[Comet whining]

[sighing]

- Where did I go wrong, Comet?

Hm?

Yeah, I know. I over-reacted
to the whole thing.

I just thought if I created
this perfect week for Leyla,

that she'd see how
great we are together

and she would want
what I want, you know?

[Comet whining]

Yeah, I know.

You know what
the funny thing is?

It's like the more I tried,

the more we seemed
to fall apart.

And the more time
I spent with Chance,

the more time I felt
like myself.

[Comet whining]

[light score]

What?

What?

It's like you're trying
to tell me something.

Man, I wish I spoke dog.

- Mountain lion, mountain lion,
can you hear me?

- Yep. Ten-four.

- Okay, let's go over
the plan one more time!

- We've got this, Chance!
- Becky?

- Okay, so, in exactly
five minutes,

Ryan calls Will and tells him
that Leyla wants to meet him

here to talk things through.

- Then I stand watch with a
walkie and let you know

when they arrive. If
Will gets here first,

I stall him.

- And we just hope
that Leyla shows up!

- She said she'd be here.

Ryan, do you have
Will's mother's wedding ring

sized and ready?

- I've been guarding it with
my life for the past two weeks.

- Perfect!
Have it on standby.

- You got it!

- And then, when
they're both here,

I cue the snow and
the romantic music.

- I think we're ready.

- Do you think
this is going to work?

- I think that when two people
are meant to be together,

love always finds a way.

- Mountain lion,
are you ready?

[imitates lion roar]

- Lion out.

[Becky laughing]

[sighing]

- Well, better go pack.

It's a long trip ahead of us.

[scoffs]

Don't worry, they'll love you.

[cell phone buzzing
several times]

- Come on, answer! Come on.

Come on, pick up, pick up.
Come on, come on.

Come on, just ring-ring-ring,
come on, come on, pick up.

Pick up, answer, come on.

- Hey, what's going on?

- He's not answering. He's not
picking up, he's not answer--

- Sh-sh, okay. Okay, uh,
I'll keep Chance busy,

you just keep trying, okay!

- Okay, all right, come on,
okay, pick up, pick up, come on!

- Shh. Ryan.

- Yeah, yeah.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Okay, come on, Will, come on.
Pick up, pick up, pick up.

- Come in.

Leyla?

- Hey.

Do you have a second?

- Yeah, yeah,
come on in, please.

[Comet whimpering]

- Did you decide
to come to Prague with me?

- Oh, no. Sorry, I--

was packing to go to my sister's
for Christmas, remember?

- Right, yeah.

Of course.

- Hey,

I'm so glad

you're here right now
because I just wanted to

apologize for this past week.

I tried to create this perfect
romantic week for you and...

- I know.

I heard.

- Ryan fill you in?

- Something like that.

- I just thought if I created
this perfect week for you

that maybe you'd want
what I want.

- And what is that, Will?

Because I thought we wanted
all of the same things,

but now I'm not so sure anymore.

- What do you mean?

- I mean, suddenly
you want a dog

and you'd rather spend Christmas
with your sister and her kids

than with me in Prague.

- Well, no, no. I want to
spend Christmas with you.

Just not at a photo sh**t
surrounded by strangers.

- That's our lives.

- But what if I want
more than that?

You know, settle down
a little bit.

Maybe change priorities,
work on our relationship

and spend less time
on our careers.

- You love your career.

And I love mine.

- But what if there's more
to life than that.

What if there's more
to me than that.

- Will...

I love you.

But...

I'm just not ready to
compromise my life right now.

- What are you saying?

- Maybe

we're just not good
together anymore.

[gentle score]

Your Christmas present.

[exhaling]

- Leyla, this is...

This is the most thoughtful gift
you could have given me.

See, see, this is why
we're so good together.

I was trying to find you
this exact book.

Where did you find this?

- I didn't.

And to tell you the truth,
I have no idea why that book

is even important to you.

Will, Chance gave that to me.

Someone you've known for a week

knows you way better
than I ever have.

The dog, the book, the toy
drive, the settling down...

That's just not me.

And up until today,
I had no idea it was even you.

You know, maybe

I fell in love
with your image

and not the real you. And...

I'm so sorry for that.

But the career,

Christmas in Prague,
jet-setting around the world,

that's the real me.

And I love it.

- Leyla...

- I'm sorry, Will.

Merry Christmas.

[emotional score]

[sighs]

- What time is it?

- Five minutes later
than the last time you asked.

- What time
was Leyla's flight?

- minutes ago.

- Any chance she got
the times messed up?

- Zero.

- And has Will ever taken this
long to return a call before?

- I'm sorry, Chance.
You worked so hard on this.

- I can't believe
they didn't show up.

I ruined their big engagement.

- Look,

I'm no expert
on love or romance

but do you remember why
I passed on this

romantic assignment?

- Because you didn't want to be
the one to blame

if it all fell apart.

- Exactly.

I had a feeling
this wouldn't end well.

And you are not to blame.

Miss Brooks has never
seen Will for who he truly is.

Yeah, she's a lovely woman but
they were never meant to be.

- Are you sure you're not
the expert on romance?

[uplifting score]

- Thank you, Ryan.

I still feel terrible.

- Come on, we'll help you
take this down and

we can all go grab some pizza.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, there's a great spot
just up the street.

- It's okay. You guys go ahead.

I need to be alone
for a little while.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- It would have been romantic.

[Comet whimpers]

- I know, you don't need
to say anything.

I know I messed up and
I don't want to talk about it.

[sighing]

[Comet whines]

What's up?

What? This?

- For my beautiful daughter,
Chance.

Love always and forever,

Dad.

This is Chance's copy.

She just gave me the book
that her father gave to her.

Thanks, buddy.

[Comet barking]

[gentle score]

[powering down]

- Hello?

Excuse me?

I'm not done yet.

I rented this space
for the whole evening

so could you please
put the power back on?

[powering up]

What is going on?

Will?

[uplifting score]

You came?

Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry,
this is a disaster.

Leyla was supposed to show up

and this was supposed to be
your big romantic moment

and everything was
supposed to work out and--

- Chance?

- Yes?

- I love that you talk a lot
when you're nervous.

- You do?

I do talk a lot when
I'm nervous but

I mean, no, I'm not nervous.

Leyla was supposed to
be here before you

and now I'm not even sure
if she's coming

so I'm not even sure--
- And Chance...

- Yeah?

- I love that you know
everything about me

without even trying.

- Well, you're really easy
to get to know.

- Well, that's the thing.

I'm not easy to get to know.

I've spent my whole life around
people who think they know me,

but they only got to know
who I pretended to be.

My image.

But when you look at me,

you see right past the facade
and you see the real me.

- Well, I like the real you.

- And I love that you
put others before yourself.

You gave me the book
that your father gave you

as a child just because you
thought it would help me

save my relationship.

- Did it?

Save your relationship?

- No.

It didn't.

Because Leyla's not the one
that I'm supposed to share that

journey with.

This is for you.

- A single white rose.

Spiritual love.

- Soulmates.

I'm really sorry I didn't see it
before now, Chance.

True love was right in front
of me this entire time.

[emotional score]

♪ One Christmas ago
When I was all by myself ♪

♪ Just like that old St. Nick ♪

♪ Without all of his elves
Sipping the champagne ♪

- Aww.

Hi, Comet.

♪ I still can't believe
You came along ♪

[laughing]

- I see you got a little help.

- Yeah, we all make
a pretty good team.

♪ Now there's angel in my arms
And one at the top of the tree ♪

- Yes, we do.

♪ We're watching the snow fall
And old Nat King Cole ♪

♪ Is singing Silver Bells
on the radio ♪

♪ Whoo, whoo ♪

♪ Kissing you
below the mistletoe ♪

♪ Whoo, whoo ♪

♪ Now wrapped up in a bow
And I'm singing it to you ♪

♪ It goes fa-fa-la-la ♪

♪ The best Christmas of all ♪

♪ Fa-fa-la-la ♪

♪ The best Christmas of all ♪

♪ This is the dream
I always wished it could be ♪

♪ Decorating the tree
You and me, Christmas Eve ♪

♪ Yeah, Santa, my man ♪

♪ You really came through
for me this time ♪

♪ Came through for me
this time ♪

♪ We're watching the snow fall
And old Nat King Cole ♪

♪ Is singing Silver Bells
on the radio ♪

♪ Whoo, whoo ♪

♪ Kissing you below
the mistletoe ♪

♪ Whoo, whoo ♪

♪ Now I'm wrapped up in a bow
And I'm singing it to you ♪

♪ It goes fa-fa-la-la ♪

♪ The best Christmas of all ♪

♪ Fa-fa-la-la ♪

♪ The best Christmas of all ♪

♪ Whoo, whoo ♪

♪ Kissing you below
the mistletoe ♪

♪ Whoo, whoo ♪

♪ Now I'm wrapped up in a bow ♪

♪ And I'm singing to you,
it goes fa-fa-la-la ♪

♪ The best Christmas of all ♪

♪ Fa-fa-la-la ♪

♪ The best Christmas of all ♪

♪ Fa-fa-la-la ♪

♪ The best Christmas of all ♪

♪ Fa-fa-la-la ♪

♪ The best Christmas of all ♪