Saving Christmas Spirit (2022)

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Saving Christmas Spirit (2022)

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This Christmas will be

the best Christmas

It's always the very best

time of the year

With hearts open

and love that is spoken

With every word

and good tidings of cheer

Why are you not at the party?

Half the Art History department

is completely sozzled.

I found something more

interesting than 20 people

grilling me

about my holiday plans.

Hey, why so "bah humbug"?

Christmas is only

two weeks away.

I miss one holiday party

and suddenly I'm Scrooge?

Just not feeling

the Christmas spirit.

You've missed every party

this year.

Because my evil department head's

been threatening my funding.

You're the Scrooge.

You're even British.

You know I don't like the rules

or the decisions.

Ugh, all these

pigs in a blanket.

More like wild boar

in a wolf sweater.

The holidays can be all coupley,

and Everett's far away,

but you'll see him soon.

We broke up last night.

The long-distance

thing wasn't working.

I never liked him.

Percy, you were best friends

when he worked here.

Well, I never liked him for you.

Lucy, you need someone

who's gonna be there for you.

He never was,

even when he lived here.

They found more

picture stones in Scotland?

Oh! Who b*at you to it?

Thompson from Oxford.

A sheepdog dug them up

in a field.

After a summer

of looking for relics,

I was outfoxed by a dog.

- Oh, well.

- Wait.

I heard they were doing

budget cuts.

Am I on the chopping block?

I'm not supposed

to say anything.

You're sort of...

chopping-block adjacent.

But I may have a way for you

to earn points with the dean.

Some journals were just donated

to a library

in the Scottish Highlands.

Can you go authenticate them

and bring them back?

I'd go, but I'd be chained

to my desk.

Working.

Ooh.

Rare books in Scotland? Go on.

If you find

anything notable in them,

you might just save your job.

I'd rather be leading a dig.

And if you ever find

any relics, you will.

I can be on a flight tomorrow.

Don't you want to take

the holidays off?

Hmm. Let's see.

Relive my break-up with cousins

I see once a year

or go to Scotland.

Tough call.

Scotland is so magical

around the holidays.

I went there with Steve

for our anniversary.

I know the perfect place

for you to stay.

Hello?

Hello!

Oh! Good afternoon.

Good afternoon. Lucy Stewart.

Checking in.

Thank you.

Ooh, you're a doctor.

Perhaps you can take a look

at the crick in my back.

I'm not that kind of doctor.

I'm an archeologist.

Even more exciting.

They've just found some ancient

stones over by Loch Tay.

I know.

Help yourself to our

Christmas shortbread.

Breakfast is served in the

dining room until 10:00 a.m.

Wow. Holiday calories

don't count, right?

Absolutely.

Oh, Finn, dear, could I ask you

to please take these

and pop them on all the doors

outside, please and thank you.

Sure thing, Aunt Edina.

- Lucy's from America, too.

- Oh, well, be warned.

She'll ask if you know

Tom Hanks.

I do not.

You're checking out the day

after Christmas.

Not rushing home to see

a boyfriend, are you?

No, just working

over the holidays.

Something startle you, dear?

- Your Christmas lights timer.

- Oh, goodness.

There's no timer.

No, no, no.

That's just my husband

wishing you a merry Christmas.

- Oh.

- Oh, he loved Christmas.

So he likes to come out

and welcome

all our holiday travelers.

Now, Kallin,

don't be scaring the guests.

And I bet you thought

it was only Scottish castles

that had their own ghosts, eh?

- That's the rumor.

- Aye.

Well, most of them would scare

the brakes right off of you.

Kallin here, he just wants

to join in the fun.

- Well, Merry Christmas, Kallin.

- I've put you in room five.

Great. Thank you.

Just one for the road.

Are you hungry, lass?

I'm afraid the kitchen's closed

until dinner,

but we've a lovely pub

just down the road.

Best haggis in town.

Tell Ewan I sent you.

Sounds great.

Why did you send Lucy

to the pub?

You have all those steak pies

leftover. Do you not like her?

Oh, quite the opposite, dear.

Need anything else, Aunt Edina?

I got to run and hit the gym.

Yes, I'd like you

to take Lucy's bags

up to her room, please.

I thought you did your

rugby practice this morning.

Well, our Christmas Eve

match is coming up.

And Coach Ferguson

is really counting on me.

- I'm sure you'll hammer it.

- Oh.

I think you meant nail it.

Thanks.

Oh, yes. Uh-huh.

Nail it.

Old household plumbing.

We won to Rome last night.

- Just.

- Just?

We just made it.

Here you go.

Can you taste the fig?

If I taste it, I've not had

enough to drink yet.

I'd order another round, but

Ewan wants me to settle my tab.

Aye, it's settled.

Merry Christmas, Angus.

Duncan, you are a saint

amongst men.

No.

- Another dram, laddie.

- Aye.

Now try mine.

And be honest.

Oh, It's like my tongue's

made out of bread.

It's just been slathered

in butter.

Aye, I'll have another wee dram.

Aye, tastes like it's made

by the fairies.

Excuse me.

Oh. Aye.

I'll start with

a glass of merlot.

You're surrounded

by the world's best whiskey,

and you want wine?

Do you pass the finest

restaurants in Paris

looking for fast food?

I've tried scotch before,

and it tasted like

nail-polish remover.

You must have had some

of that blended drivel

they serve in America.

I'll pour you a real drink.

Yeah.

Just in time for Christmas

and only available

at this pub, for now.

Christmas Spirit.

Clever,

but I'll stick with the wine.

And, um, whatever you can make

in five minutes.

You Americans never want

to relax and enjoy a meal.

Don't you worry.

Nessie will still not be there

if you're a few minutes later.

I'm not a tourist.

I'm here for work.

And that turkey sandwich

looks good. I'll take it to go.

Hey, Percy, it's me.

I've got the journals.

Of course,

someone was renovating

an old farmhouse and found them

under the floorboards.

I ripped out my kitchen and all

I found was a mummified lizard.

Anyway, they're authentic,

about 300 years old.

Don't work too hard.

Call me back.

- I'll grab a box for you.

- Thank you.

Merry Christmas. Or should I say

nollaig Chridheil?

Oh, careful. Let me help you.

Thank you.

Whoa!

Got to watch those embers.

Kallin's at it again.

He always loved a cozy fire.

Can't blame him.

My dad used to make a Yule log

even though he had

a gas fireplace.

Ah! This is a Cailleach log.

Well, at least it will be

once it's been carved.

Right. The Cailleach...

Goddess of winter.

She built the Scotland mountains

with rocks in her basket.

A real multi-tasker.

In Scotland, we carve a face

on the log,

and then we burn it

on Christmas Eve.

Supposed to make

the winters less harsh.

- Hmm.

- It was Kallin's favorite job.

He's carved it every year

since he passed.

I'm sorry.

You must think I'm mad.

Not at all, Edina.

I know what it's like

to lose people you love.

And Christmas makes it harder.

Every year, we ask our guests

to adopt a less-fortunate family

at Christmas.

Sometimes they need clothes.

Sometimes it's toys or food.

Christmas can be tough for so

many people for so many reasons.

Young Kallin.

You've got your work cut out

for you there.

Hey, I think

you dropped this downstairs.

Thanks, Finn.

Must have fallen out of

one of my old journals.

The Cailleach.

I was just talking about her.

Oh, yeah. That's the old lady

from the log.

Finn, dear! Guests!

- I'll see you later.

- See you later.

No way.

Do you know what time it is?

You won't believe

what I just found.

I know it's not a clock

that tells you what time

it is on the East Coast.

Listen, whoever wrote

these journals insists

there's a second

undiscovered shrine

to Beira, the winter queen...

The Cailleach.

Find that

and they'll never fire you.

- Where is it?

- Good question.

The author uses landmarks

that haven't been around

for hundreds of years.

We can have a team there

in spring.

I don't need a team.

If I'm chopping-block adjacent,

I need to find it now.

What are you after, lass?

I'm looking for a secret shrine

to the Cailleach.

But the directions are outdated

by a few hundred years.

Maybe a native could help me.

My son Duncan would be

an excellent tour guide.

He should be down

the Grog and Gruel.

Great.

Market's in a good place.

If it were me,

I'd seriously consider...

- I don't care.

- Just hear me out.

We want to expand.

And you have

the perfect location.

It was a no last year.

It was a no

the year before that.

And it was a no

when my father ran it.

You don't have much of a choice.

You focused all your production

into Christmas Spirit.

And you don't even have

a distributor.

Our clans have been feuding

for the last hundred years.

You don't want to help.

You want to end

my family's legacy.

Oh, that's ancient history.

I make decisions with my head,

not my heart.

And I make decisions

with my gut.

It's telling me that

this talk is over.

I'm looking for Duncan.

Isn't he a bartender?

Christ, no.

Duncan's here to watch the bar

if I have to step into

my office.

He means the loo.

Oh, the wine lady.

Your mom sent me.

I need help finding

an ancient shrine.

That should be

in your guidebook.

If only.

My guidebook is 300 years old

and written in Gaelic.

I'm an archeologist.

Oh. I love dinosaurs.

That's a paleontologist.

I search for ancient humans.

Are you the one that found

all that Pictish jewelry?

No. That was a gardener

from Perth.

I spend years

searching for relics,

and the Scots

find them planting turnips.

Guess it helps to be Scottish,

eh?

- I'm a quarter Scottish.

- Ah.

Not possible. You wouldn't

even try my whiskey.

- Can I get an ice cube?

- No.

Okay.

It's really good.

It's smooth.

Really? Okay.

I'll help you if you let me

show you around.

Not like a tourist,

but like a true Scot.

That's sweet, but, um, I leave

right after Christmas

and I only have time to work.

That's more fun.

Well, I'm sure you're busy

with your distillery.

I have to go.

But how can you enjoy

where you are

if you're always trying

to get somewhere else, lassie?

Got somewhere to be?

No. Uh, Caitrin's coming by.

We're studying

for tomorrow's math final.

It's on geometry theorems.

I've got a theorem

that neither of you two care

about that test tomorrow.

She just likes me as a friend.

Your cousin Duncan was exactly

the same at your age.

By the time he got 'round

to asking out

a girl that he fancied,

she already had herself

a boyfriend.

Hmm. Well, when I got here

in September,

I felt really alone.

And I met Caitrin.

She just made me feel like

I belonged.

Say I ask her out

and she says no.

It'll make the next semester

all weird.

Nonsense.

You've just got to tell Caitrin

how you feel about her.

And there is no better time

to do that than Christmas.

Well, I was thinking of making

her a gingerbread house.

Perfect.

But you're in Scotland, so it

should be a gingerbread castle.

- Hiya.

- Ah! Hello.

My friends had their

Christmas cookie exchange,

so saved some for you.

I'll make some tea.

Help you two "study."

Talked to my friends

at the party.

I think we have enough

for a girls' rugby team.

That's awesome.

Coach Ferguson is really cool.

Maybe we could start tryouts

in January.

Then by next year, we'll have

a Christmas Eve match

like the boys.

Oh, so this year

you'll just have to go

and cheer Finn on

at his match, then.

I always get tickets.

It's for charity.

Oh, no, dear.

Finn will get you the tickets.

That way it will be

an official date.

Lucy, join us for some tea.

- Sorry, I have to work.

- Oh, no.

If my aunt offers tea, it's

against Scottish law to say no.

Well, I wouldn't want

to get busted by the tea police.

- What are you working on?

- I'm not sure where to start

looking for the shrine

to the Cailleach.

I can't leave

any stone unturned.

I was there.

I took a picture of the stone

that Cait was named after.

The stones are the Cailleach

and her family.

One of them is named Nighean.

That means daughter.

My dad calls me that.

You're talking about the

Tigh na Cailleach in Fortingall.

That's already been discovered.

So you are leaving

some stones unturned.

Good point.

I should look into that.

Lucy's an archeologist

looking for the Druids.

The Picts.

They used to live in Scotland

from about

the fourth century

to the early Middle Ages.

My cousin is a fisherman.

He found one of those

Pictish stones in a loch.

Thought it was

a big paperweight.

Of course he did.

Are you off to Fortingall today?

You know, the roads

can be quite tricky.

Are you sure you don't want

Duncan to take you?

I've got my trusty

guide right here.

Whatever suits.

Oh.

Hi. I need roadside assistance.

Flat tire.

How long to get a tow truck

to the McAvoy Manor?

Six hours?

Yes, I'm quite aware

it's the holidays.

Thanks.

Duncan's at the distillery.

I'll let him know you're coming.

So we better have a walk.

So pop your bags down.

You can get them later.

Hey.

You can use a guide, after all.

It's probably not

the worst idea.

What a gorgeous place to work.

Aye. Fancy a quick tour,

or is it gonna take you away

from pilfering Scotland

for our riches?

I guess the shrine's been there

for thousands of years.

It can wait

for a few more minutes.

This place is certainly festive.

It's my mum's idea.

In Scotland, Christmas wasn't

a public holiday

for hundreds of years,

so our parents never made

a fuss about it.

- Was the mistletoe her idea?

- No.

My dad, he was almost as bad.

He added it to the trees,

all over the grounds.

So you have Christmas

all year 'round.

Aye.

Come on.

Let's get out of the rain.

This is the still room.

Whiskey comes from

the Gaelic word uisce beatha.

It means "water of life."

It's been in my family's life

for generations.

They built the distillery

on our land in the 1820s,

but my family's

been making whiskey

for a long time before that.

My university was built

in the 1800s.

It's funny, what's old for us

is new for Scotland.

Aye, true.

Our home's 500 years old.

My father bought it from my mum

for a Christmas present.

Took him forever to wrap it up,

though.

But I'm joking.

He did leave a bow

over the door.

Come on.

So, we age the whiskey

in these casks.

My dad and I started making

Christmas Spirit 15 years ago.

I never thought

that he wouldn't be around

to see how it came out,

or I'd be talking

to our competitors

about selling the business.

That's what your meeting

was about.

Mm.

It's getting harder to compete

with the larger companies.

I love the artistry

of crafting whiskey,

but the competition takes

all the joy out of it.

If Christmas Spirit does well,

it'll get us out of the red.

It's better than

that nasty wine.

Whoa. Can I use that

as a marketing campaign?

"Christmas Spirit...

It's better than nasty wine."

What I meant was, if I liked it,

Scotch fans will love it.

Doesn't taste like burning.

You should really

get into marketing.

What is that thingamajig?

It's just a radar.

It allows me to see

what's underground

so I know where to dig.

- And you're looking for...?

- Rocks, jewelry,

anything the Picts could have

used to carve their symbols.

If I find the one they used

for the Cailleach,

it might be a clue

to the second shrine.

Speaking of carvings, your mom

told me that your dad's ghost

carves the Cailleach log

every year.

I carve it.

My dad was a great woodworker

when he was alive,

but I don't think

ghosts have much dexterity.

Lots of throwing things.

Not so great for whittling.

So she really believes

that your dad's ghost

just hangs out for the holidays?

My mum believes in everything.

That kelpies drag

people into rivers,

fairies still live underground,

and if you don't

do your homework,

the wulver will get you.

And the Loch Ness monster?

Och, it's made up for tourists.

And you believe

all that stuff, too?

Not the kelpies

and the fairies, but...

I do feel my father's presence

around the holidays.

There are ghosts

all over Scotland.

At least ours doesn't scream

like a banshee at 4:00 a.m.

I wish I could feel my parents'

presence over the holidays.

Without them, Christmas

doesn't really mean much.

This could take a while.

If you have to go,

I can find my way back.

Oh. No, no, no.

You're not getting out

of our deal that easy.

You have the signatures.

You have the players.

It's a no-brainer.

It's Christmas, right?

He can't say no.

Hey, um, what are you doing

Christmas Eve?

Is this still about

the girls' team?

I have a petition

with 100 signatures.

If we start tryouts in January,

we can make the spring season.

- No.

- No, they won't be ready or...?

No, we don't have the money.

We can only afford

one rugby team.

Well, Coach, why can't she

play on our team?

She's obviously good enough.

I played on a coed team

in primary school.

It's different when

you're little.

Girls can't play

against boys at rugby.

It's too rough.

I play against my brothers,

and my dad was a pro.

He trained me.

I know who your father is,

Caitrin.

There's nothing I can do.

Now I have to tell

my friends they can't play.

Why did you want

to know about Christmas Eve?

I was wondering how Scottish

Christmas Eve traditions

were different

than American ones.

I've got to get to class.

Coach. Why are you against

girls playing sports?

My school has a coed

tackle rugby team.

It's not how we do things

at Craig Hill.

Just because something's a

tradition doesn't make it right.

Are you mad about something,

McAvoy?

Go work it out on the pitch.

Don't bother me with it.

You're not having

much luck, are you?

The fairies must have taken

all my relics.

You make fun now,

but if you stay here

long enough, you'll come around.

I'm a scientist.

I study folklore, but I don't

believe any of it's real.

Go back to being

a scientist tomorrow.

For now, you finally get

to enjoy being a tourist.

I've been to Scotland

so many times,

and I have never seen a beach.

This is so stunning.

The ocean always helps me

to forget about

the pressure of the holidays.

Back home, I can't go anywhere

without seeing

Christmas trees or Santas.

Well, that's what you get for

stealing all our traditions.

Christmas trees,

holly, the Yule log.

Oh, you mean the traditions

the Scots

"borrowed" from the Celts

and the Druids?

Okay, okay, you have a point.

But I do blame your ancestors

for mistletoe.

Well, then we share the blame.

You said you were part Scottish.

Ever look into clan Stewart?

My Scottish grandmother d*ed

before I was born,

so I don't have

any personal connection.

Our house had an ocean view,

so every Christmas,

we'd have it outside

so my mom could watch the waves.

What was that?

Just a piece of barley

from the distillery, I think.

Oh, good.

I wouldn't want you

flicking fairies.

They hate that, you know.

I thought we could stay

and watch the sunset.

I'm sure it's beautiful.

But I should go back.

I have pages of Gaelic

to translate

before we leave tomorrow.

Are you ready?

Oh.

Now, remember, soft hands.

If your fingers are rigid,

you'll drop it, okay?

- All right.

- Here, try again.

You got this.

Right, you ready?

Yes, sir.

Here we go.

Yes! Yes, that's it.

Great work. Brilliant stuff.

Come on, bring it in.

Yes, sir.

Let's go.

Thanks for helping me practice.

Coach Ferguson is being extra

tough on me.

This Christmas Eve match

is everything.

Are you antlers or Santa hats?

We always played the Christmas

Eve match in holiday gear.

I don't want

to look like a dork.

Caitrin's gonna be there.

Oh!

As your date.

Uh, Aunt Edina

went and asked her for me,

so it's kind of a gray area.

That sounds about right.

I want to

ask her to the ceilidh.

Brilliant. Brilliant.

My mum's making it

really special for you,

since she can't get home

for Christmas.

Whose home?

Now I have to choose

between spending Christmas

with my mom or my dad.

That's why I did

my junior year abroad.

Look, I know your family's

had a rough year, but...

But Christmas is a time

to put all that aside

and... and be together.

Your parents may be apart,

but...

But they still love you.

Why did my dad leave?

I miss how things were.

This Christmas,

my mom's on a cruise.

My dad's with his new family.

It's never gonna feel

like Christmas.

Things never stay the same,

Finn.

But sometimes change

can be good.

You can make new traditions.

You don't understand.

Your parents

were married forever.

Yeah.

And now my dad's gone.

Look, when he was alive, I got

nothing but unsolicited advice.

And now I need him, it's nothing

but flickering lights.

And unfortunately,

it's not Morse code.

What would he say about Caitrin?

There's an old

Scottish saying...

"What's for you

will not go by you."

That means, what's meant

to happen will happen.

Smells good.

Oh!

Your father would be so proud.

It smells delicious.

Thank you so much

for the dinner invite, Edina.

No guest in my house is going

to be ordering a takeaway pizza.

I'll just go and get

the first course.

- You look... lovely.

- Thanks.

It helps when I don't

have dirt in my hair.

Och, no. My thistle.

That was my favorite ornament.

Kallin isn't usually

destructive.

There must be

something bothering him.

It's just gravity. There's an

explanation for everything.

Doesn't usually involve a ghost.

But sometimes it does.

Finn, dustpan and brush, please.

- Coming.

- Oh, look at that.

The Cailleach log

tried to break its fall.

What's that doing over here?

I'm sure I left that

in the living room.

You'd think if Beira could

create mountains and lochs,

she could save my thistle.

That'd be worth

building a shrine to.

That's it. If Beira created

some kind of mountain or loch,

that would be the perfect place

for a shrine.

Oh, yeah. In school,

we learned that she was

the guardian of Ben Cruachan.

It overflowed, and that's how

Loch Awe was created.

Finn, you might be on

to something.

The journal said that

the shrine was located

near uisce...

Gaelic for "water."

I have to go.

The bottler's refusing to bottle

Christmas Spirit

without payment in advance.

We don't have

that kind of money.

Why would they do that to us?

I'm sure income

will put pressure on him.

If you can't make it tomorrow,

I understand.

No. Unlike these people,

I keep my promises.

Sorry Loch Awe was a bust.

I did find that old can,

but I doubt

the Picts invented diet soda.

So, you're about to see

Loch Shiel.

It's the site of

a great battle where the Celts

fought off the Norse invaders.

So it's history's

a wee bit more modern

than what you're looking for.

- When was the battle?

- The year 1120.

This is like

a Scottish Christmas card.

How do you usually

spend Christmas?

Well, I was planning on

visiting my now ex-boyfriend.

He moved across the country,

and it didn't work out.

Well, he'd have to be a rocket.

Crazy.

I'm still friends with my ex.

She's married to Ewan now.

- Ewan?

- Aye.

As in your best friend, Ewan?

There's no guy code in Scotland?

I wasn't ready to get married,

so she broke up with me.

Ewan always liked her,

and I gave him my blessing.

That was mature of you.

Colleen was a great girl,

but it just wasn't the kind of

love that my parents had.

We're not far

from Castle Tioram.

That was built

in the 12th century.

- Does it have a ghost, too?

- No. Just an evil frog.

And Loch Shiel here has a

monster called the Shielagh.

Is that another one

of your mom's stories?

No.

But I suspect she made up the

part about it eating children

that don't clean their rooms.

She's the most adorable person

I've ever met.

My mom was very practical.

What happened to your parents?

I mean, you don't

have to talk about it if...

It's okay.

Car accident

when I was in college.

There's so many things I wish

I'd asked them.

I don't have centuries

of family history like you do.

Well, maybe that's why

you're drawn to archeology.

A way to connect with your past.

Maybe.

I know it's why I work

so hard to accomplish anything.

Tomorrow is never guaranteed.

The Loch Shiel monster could

come out right now

and eat us like a Christmas ham.

That was a little iffy.

My dad always tells us

to make a fist with your foot,

like you're punching the ball.

Okay.

It's so unfair.

You know more about rugby than

most of the guys on my team.

Hopefully, when I go to uni,

they'll have a girls' team,

if I make the cut.

Oh, trust me,

I've seen your brothers.

If you keep up with them,

you'll be the MVP.

Finn, your father called.

He's been trying

to get hold of you.

Oh, my phone's out of juice.

I'll call him later.

Anyway, never mind that.

I'm looking for some

taste testers.

I've made a Christmas pudding

for the ceilidh,

and I think I've put

too much honey in it.

- You're having a ceilidh?

- Uh-huh. Christmas Eve.

Finn's invited you already,

hasn't he?

No, but I participated

in some kind of poll.

I'd love to go.

I'm trying to persuade our

American guest to come, too,

help take Duncan's mind

off the distillery.

Our Christmas Eve match

always raises money

to give back to the community.

Uhhuh.

Last year, it was for repairs

to Gavin McLean's fishing boat.

You know, Duncan's been so cool,

helping me with rugby drills.

What if the money went to him?

Brilliant!

Edina, every Christmas,

your family does so much

to help everyone in town.

Duncan will never

accept charity.

And even if he did, you'd

have to get the school to agree.

Well, Coach Ferguson told me

how he was going through

a rough time,

and Duncan gave him a job

at the distillery.

You know, I'm gonna call him

right now and ask.

I thought you said...

Oh, never mind.

I found some

archeological survey maps

to find the Cailleach.

There might be something there.

It means Hill of the Cailleach.

Not a bad place to put a shrine.

Hey, a Christmas

whiskey tasting.

Your luck's changing.

The lady will try your 12-year

double wood, please.

They paired it

with salted chocolate

to bring out the whiskey's

honey flavor.

Slinte.

- Ah!

- Wow!

Yeah.

Don't worry.

You're still my favorite.

I mean, uh, your scotch.

Your scotch is... is

my favorite.

Hey, you think our ghost is bad?

His distillery

has a headless horseman.

Oh!

This is Scotland.

Magic and legends

make life more fun.

Would you rather your Christmas

presents delivered by Santa

and his reindeer

or your mum and dad

staying up all night

wrapping them?

I just don't believe anything

I can't see.

What about love?

You can't see it.

You can't prove it exists.

You just have to believe in it.

There's a scientific basis

to it.

Brain chemicals.

Pheromones.

Stop! Stop.

Robert Burns did not write poems

about brain chemistry.

He wouldn't have known

about it in his time.

This song's a belter.

Here.

May I have this dance?

Of course.

I don't know

what I'm doing, but...

I'll show you.

Walk and follow. Here we go.

One, two, three, hoy!

Yes, good.

Hoy! See?

You got it.

I can't do this

impossibly hard dance.

You'll get the hang of it.

It's just like square dancing.

I'm not from the square-dancing

part of America.

And from what I know of it,

it's really different.

I should let you go to work.

You haven't been

returning my calls.

Word is you're

behind on your bills.

And you need the sales

a Christmas Spirit

to pay them off

by the end of the year.

I can get those orders bottled

and delivered tomorrow.

I'll worry about my own debts.

Thank you.

Shouldn't you at least

hear him out?

Running from your problems

won't fix anything.

You're one to talk.

Are you sure

there's a second shrine?

What's your proof?

This anonymous journal writer?

I want to believe it's there.

And I want to believe

I have six-pack abs.

It doesn't make it so.

Hold on.

Hiya. I got your message.

I can take you to

Beinn na Caillich tomorrow,

but, uh, we have to leave early.

Sounds good. I'll see

you downstairs in the morning.

Talk about a Christmas miracle.

Don't start.

Duncan's the B&B owner's son.

He's been driving me around

to all the sites.

- You did the hair flip.

- I did not.

Your lips say no,

but your flips say yes.

You live to t*rture me.

I'm freezing and you just

changed your background

to a beach.

Yes.

A background.

Are you on an actual beach?

You said you'd be chained

to your desk.

There's a desk in our villa.

I'll call you

when I find the shrine.

As your friend, I...

I wish you luck.

As your department head,

I have to say it's risky.

We have an emergency budget

call tomorrow,

and Lucy,

I have a former colleague

at the Scottish Museum

in Chicago.

I sent your CV for

the Assistant Curator position.

You know, just in case.

Thanks, Percy,

but I don't need a plan "B."

We'll find the shrine.

"We"?

Ha!

You and your Highland fling.

Oops! You froze.

So we're for Beinn na Caillich.

More like Find no Cailleach.

Haystack one, needle zero.

There just has to be

some kind of sign

that the site still exists.

I know that it does.

I thought you didn't believe

in things you couldn't prove.

Here.

You have to stop looking

with your brain

and listen to that instinct.

I wouldn't have the slightest

idea how to do that.

Maybe you just need some magic.

Your mom said

to beware of the selkies.

And those are...?

Seals that shape-shift

into humans and cause

all sorts of trouble.

Do they shape-shift

into tourists?

'Cause those people

with the selfie sticks

almost totally knocked me

into the water.

That would make them

"selkie sticks."

I really thought I'd find

something here.

Beira used a loch for her wash.

You'd think that'd make it

shrine-worthy.

Yeah, laundry, eh?

At least she kept busy

while she was freezing

my ancestors to death.

Oh, careful.

Ouch.

Look at this design.

If this is authentic,

this is Pictish.

It has nothing to do

with Beira or the shrine,

but it's something.

It's a Christmas present

from Scotland.

The fairies might be

warming up to you.

I'm sure my mum mentioned

the Christmas Eve ceilidh.

She'd really like it

if you joined us.

Sure, I'd love to.

I'd hate to disappoint your mom.

Find your target!

And get your hands to the ball!

Break.

High-five.

Well done, McAvoy.

- k*lled it out there.

- Yeah. Good practice.

Whew!

If they don't let you play,

they should let you coach.

Your drills make Ferguson's look

like an egg toss at summer camp.

At least he hasn't asked me

to be a cheerleader.

I suppose that's progress.

My dad talked my brother

out of pummeling him,

so that's progress, too.

I'm very frightened

to meet your family.

Not as scared as you are

to meet your dad's family.

I'm not afraid.

I just don't want to.

He really wants me to do

a video call

with them on Christmas.

You're going to have to meet

your new brother

and sister eventually.

I know. I just don't want

to do it on my favorite holiday.

What better day to do it?

Christmas is about family.

I can't get used to

calling them that.

You can call them unicorns

or cucumbers or whatever.

It doesn't change the fact

that they're your family.

My mum left

when I was five years old.

I still call her on Christmas.

I see you started

practice without me.

Caitrin's got some great drills.

She's helping me get in shape

for Christmas Eve match.

Yeah. Now, you have got to

be on top form.

There's a college recruiter

on holiday here from America.

He's coming to see the match.

That's awesome.

I told him great things

about you, Finn.

So all you gotta do is wipe

the floor with St. Austin's.

I got this.

Have you decided

who's getting the charity money?

Christmas Eve is four days away.

I'll ask around,

see what needs sorting in town.

- Can I make a suggestion?

- Do anything you like, Finn.

- Ah, the wanderers return.

- Aye.

Nice of you

to put your dad's up.

Och, I didn't.

Well, then he clearly

wants a gift.

What do you get a ghost

who has everything?

Eh, don't be making fun.

Lucy, would you like

a cup of tea?

Oh, no, thanks.

I have to research something

I found at the fairy pools.

She found a rock.

It's more exciting

than it sounds.

Duncan, you should

walk Lucy up to her room

in case your father's feisty.

Oh, I'm fine.

Friendly ghost. Right?

Not like the one

at Sanquhar Castle.

He'd be rattling

his chains at you.

- Maybe just to my door.

- Aye.

Does it always rain that much?

Oh, that's just a wee drizzle.

You haven't seen nothing yet.

Och.

Explains the noise.

Everything all right?

Aye. It's just Dad at it again.

"Nae man can tether

time nor tide."

My dad was against me

putting up the quotes.

He was mad I studied poetry

instead of business.

Still holds a grudge.

Probably why he broke my

thistle ornament.

Allegedly.

I think the quotes add

to the charm.

This one's perfect for me.

It's about time

not waiting for anyone.

Is that what you think it means?

Okay, Mr. Poetry Major.

Tell me the right answer.

It means that us poor humans

have no power over

forces of nature.

Like time.

Or like love.

Uh, I should...

I should go.

Right. Good night.

Um, are we hitting

another site tomorrow?

I still have to figure out

where to look next.

So I think I'm just gonna go

to the Christmas market

and, uh, finish the rest

of the journals.

Ah.

That American proverb.

"When the going gets tough,

the tough go shopping."

I figured I'd hear your offer.

Even if you are taking advantage

of our bottling situation.

Stop seeing this

as something personal.

I'm taking advantage

of an opportunity.

After corporations like yours

are putting all us

independents out of business.

Because you refuse to

streamline your operations.

- You mean fire people?

- And cut costs.

You mean use cheap ingredients?

I'm not selling to someone

whose whiskey tastes like...

Like nail-polish remover.

I'm not here to argue.

I'm here to negotiate.

If you sign,

we can get Christmas Spirit

out before Christmas Day.

My family's been making whiskey

on this land for centuries,

even before the distillery,

back when our clans

were at w*r with each other.

We're not taking your land.

That's yours.

We just want to build on it.

And you keep the McAvoy name.

Sorry.

We own the business.

We own the name.

What was that?

Your answer.

We wish you a merry Christmas

We wish you a merry Christmas

We wish you a merry Christmas

And a happy New Year

Good tidings we bring...

Boo!

Getting some Christmas

shopping done?

Yes. What do you think?

Finn is all about his

Scottish heritage,

and the boy doesn't

even have a kilt.

- It's perfect.

- Are you shopping for Duncan?

He's a bit old for those.

No. These are

the adoptive family toys.

Ah. The McAvoys want everyone

to have a good Christmas.

It doesn't even have to be

the holidays.

I think they've helped everyone

in town in some ways.

I should get something

for Duncan.

He's been so nice

showing me around.

He's not doing it to be nice.

I mean, he's very nice, but he's

doing it because he likes you.

- Did he say something?

- Doesn't have to.

I've grown up with boys.

I know when they like someone.

I know Finn likes me,

even though

he's too chicken to say it.

That's because he's young.

Duncan would tell me

if he had feelings.

My dad liked a woman

at the bank.

And he'd go there every day

to withdraw 5.

Finally ran out of money,

so he had to ask her out.

Doesn't matter anyway.

I'm leaving after Christmas,

and long-distance relationships

don't work.

Not when you're older.

Why not?

Distance doesn't matter if both

people want to make it work.

One of you will decide

that nothing is more important

than being

with the other person.

Edina loves local artists,

though she'll make a fuss

if you try to give her a gift.

Elspeth Stewart from Glencoe.

I think that was my grandmother.

I knew she was an artist,

but I thought

it was just a hobby.

Oh, Finn,

I love the smell of gingerbread.

It's Christmas, isn't it?

Watch out now.

These little sweetie peas,

they're getting everywhere.

- Thank you.

- Your dad called again.

Wants to fly you home

for Christmas.

Please tell him no.

You need me here to help

you out with the guests.

I don't approve of your father

leaving your mum,

but he's a good person,

he's just not perfect.

When I was little,

I thought he was.

It's okay to be angry with him.

It means you love him.

If you didn't care, there'd

be nothing to be mad about.

So, what are we doing

for castle windows?

Sweetie glass.

But we need to get

some more icing sugar.

I'll be back in a sec.

Hey. That's going to be

a spectacular castle.

I'm making it for Caitrin.

I think I'd better officially

ask her out before

Aunt Edina does it for me.

Aye.

If you want to tell her

how you feel,

uh, gifts are fine,

but actions mean more.

You need to make

a-a grand gesture.

- Like what?

- Oh, just...

show her that what matters

to her is important to you.

Finn, don't be listening

to a man

who can't take his own advice.

Go get the mail.

I already did.

Oh, sorry.

I've seen the way you and Lucy

look at each other.

You know she'll be leaving soon,

unless you give

a reason to stay.

I've got bigger problems.

Ian came by.

We can only distribute

Christmas Spirit if I sell.

Otherwise, all the work I did

with Dad will be for nothing.

This is supposed

to be a surprise,

but Finn's charity match

is raising money for you.

- What?

- It'll pay the bottlers.

- I'm not taking charity.

- It's not exactly charity.

It's literally called

a charity match, Mum.

Coach Ferguson, the school,

the whole community...

They want to help you.

It would be an insult

to turn them down.

I can't. It's not who I am.

You don't fight for anything,

Duncan.

Not the distillery and not Lucy.

Is that really who you are?

So, that pebble I found has

a deer symbol on it.

Lucy, unless it had a map

to the second shrine on it,

then you, like Charlie Brown,

got a rock for Christmas.

- That was Halloween.

- I'm a few martinis in.

But that's not why I called.

I spoke to the dean.

He won't be coming back

in January.

I'm sorry.

I'm fired?

Even if I find the shrine?

Lucy, there is no shrine.

But I spoke to my friend Ada

at the Scottish Museum.

Your credentials are perfect

for the Assistant Curator

position.

She wants to set up a

video call to interview you.

I'd rather be leading a dig.

Thanks, Percy.

After f*ring my best friend,

it's the least I could do.

I need a good deed.

I can't be held responsible

for ruining Christmas,

even though yours

is already terrible.

Actually, my Christmas

is turning out to be sort of...

merry-ish.

Oh.

I thought you were working.

I lost my job.

Och. Lucy. Here.

I'm so sorry.

Hey, but you can't give up now.

You're so close

to finding the shrine.

If this is about

Christmas miracles,

you're talking

to the wrong person.

I hear you made a miracle

happen for the McIntyres.

Their kids will have an amazing

Christmas because of you.

Now I just need a miracle

to get Christmas Spirit

out by Christmas Eve.

Finn wanted me to take

the school's rugby money.

Then you can pay the bottler.

That's great news.

- I turned him down.

- That's crazy.

I know. I had a straight sh*t

there and it still didn't go in.

I meant turning down the money.

You and your mom have made

Finn feel at home here.

He wants to help you.

I don't need charity.

Oh, then don't lecture me

about giving up

when your pride is

about to cost you your business.

Okay, then let's have

a wee wager.

If you make the next sh*t,

I'll take the money.

- What!

- Whoo!

Okay, that's that.

You're clearly a pool shark.

Am not.

I've never played pool before.

Impossible. Not even in bars?

I don't have time

to hang out in bars.

So don't ask me

to play darts either.

How about I teach you

how to play? Hmm?

Oh, come on.

It'll take your mind off things.

I don't know. What if I sh**t

a ball through the window?

Now, you're playing pool,

not pole vaulting.

Knock, knock.

And you thought we didn't offer

room service.

I just had my job interview

with the museum.

I think they're going

with someone else,

but otherwise it went great.

Did you change the quote?

No, that was in storage.

It used to be

on my dad's office door.

I keep getting signs about deer,

and now there's literally

a sign about deer.

Well, that might have something

to do with the reindeer

that just showed up

in our front lawn.

Reindeer, as in

Dancer and Prancer?

Christmas Eve is in two days,

so they're a bit busy.

Reindeer haven't visited us

since my dad passed away.

They used to come

every Christmas.

What says Christmas more

than reindeer?

If we get our traditions

from Scotland,

maybe that's why

they pull Santa's sleigh.

Rather than rabbits

or brown hares?

It's faster than a reindeer.

Or pterodactyls,

who can actually fly.

Except they're extinct.

That's your sticking point?

Flying reindeer and Santa exists

in your world,

but not pterodactyls,

who are actually real?

I thought you weren't

a dinosaur expert, eh?

Pterodactyls aren't dinosaurs.

They're pterosaurs.

Lucy, meet Ghillie.

He used to come here alone,

then he started bringing

his whole family.

Ghillie knows how

to accessorize.

My mum made that

out of a family heirloom

so Ghillie would feel like

he was a McAvoy.

My dad used to tell me

about Ghillie

filling in for Santa's reindeer

when one of them

was under the weather.

There, now I have a

festive photo to post

so everyone will think

I'm having an amazing Christmas.

Oh, I think he wants you

to get in on the photo.

Okay, Ghillie, I don't want

to get on the business end

of those antlers.

You'll fool all your friends.

They'll never know you're having

a terrible holiday.

I might not be hating it.

Watch out for Lulu.

She's a bit of a pickpocket.

Even reindeer understand

there's no place

like home for Christmas.

Well, if you think this is good,

you should try some of

Aunt Edina's famous carrot cake.

Come on, boys. Let's have it!

Yeah! Great contact!

And again! Up off the deck!

Where's your boots?

I'm not playing Christmas Eve.

It's not right

if the girls don't have a team.

If you don't play in this

match, you're off the team.

And what about

the college recruiter?

Come on, faster!

And you!

Come on, hit him!

Finn!

Why aren't you playing

in the match?

Because if you don't play,

I don't play.

This is the biggest game

of the year.

And everyone thought

you were gonna win it for us.

My friends think

I put you up to it.

Moira uninvited me

from her Hogmanay party.

I'll talk to them

so they don't blame you.

I don't need you

to fight for me.

Cat...

Oh, son, I've been making

cranachan for the ceilidh.

Let me know if I've used

too much of your whiskey.

Okay.

Mmm.

That's perfect.

Oh, excellent.

Lucy, are you

joining us for dinner?

Sounds like a good day

to stay in.

I'll just go and get some more,

um, porridge oats.

I'll be right back.

Finn,

I thought we were supposed

to practice some drills today.

I decided not to play

Christmas Eve, and now

Cat's not talking to me.

You told me to do something big.

I didn't tell you to drop out.

You could be jeopardizing

your whole future.

It's silly for you to make a

big sacrifice for a relationship

that probably won't work.

You're so young.

My parents met

when they were in high school.

That was a different time.

When you meet the right person,

time doesn't matter.

When it's meant to be,

things just work out.

No, they don't.

If you invest in a relationship,

that's only going to end,

you'll just get

your heart broken.

Well, if it's truly love,

it won't end. It's forever.

My plan backfired anyway.

I just wanted to show her

how much I care.

Then don't play games.

Say you have feelings and you

want to see where it goes.

But what if she doesn't feel

the same way?

Just tell her and let her

make up her mind.

I'm sure she'd rather have

an honest conversation

than a misguided gesture.

I should probably go help

Aunt Edina with the...

whatever.

It's called rumbledethumps.

- No, seriously.

- Seriously.

It's potatoes,

cabbage and onions. Try it.

- Mmm.

- Huh? Huh?

Nothing like comfort food

on a stormy night.

Does this happen often?

For a 500-year-old building,

not as often as you'd think.

Here.

Since you're staying

for the ceilidh,

maybe you can stay for Hogmanay.

I have to get back

and set up interviews.

So you're just gonna give up

on the shrine?

I thought your grandmother's

art was a sign.

I did, too.

I came here to get away.

I couldn't make my job work,

I couldn't make

my relationship work,

and now I can't

even find the shrine.

If I believed in signs,

they would be telling me

to rethink my life.

What if all these things

happened for a reason, hmm?

To lead you here.

To me.

Kallin showed me

how to work the generator.

- He can talk?

- When he was alive, silly.

I can also fix the loo.

Maybe I should give Beira's

shrine one last chance.

The journals kept mentioning

uisce... water.

Wait, what about Jura?

There's a legend that Beira

used the whirlpool

to wash her plaid,

and the force of the water

turned it white,

and that's how we get snow.

I know that's not

how we get snow.

Forget deer. I think she was

the goddess of laundry.

- What? Wait, you're leaving?

- I have to do some research.

Good night.

You two looked awfully chummy.

What's going on?

Almost something.

But maybe she's right.

It's...

It's not practical.

Oh, when is love ever practical?

Love is magical.

Especially at Christmas.

She is worth fighting for.

Go and tell her.

I was planning to,

at the ceilidh.

Why are you always

putting things off?

Go and tell her now.

Where was this pep talk when

I was breaking up with Colleen?

Oh, Colleen wasn't

right for you.

She wanted to be taken care of

like a fairy princess.

Lucy is a warrior.

The first Noel

The angel did say

Was to certain poor shepherds

In fields as they lay

In fields as they

lay keeping their sheep

Beira had great taste

in launderettes.

Mine had a family of raccoons

in the dryer.

So you didn't find

what you were looking for?

Maybe I did.

See, um...

there's something

I have to tell you.

Sorry. I, um...

I should get this.

One second.

Yeah.

Hello.

Oh.

Great.

Yeah, that sounds good.

Thanks.

And to the Earth,

it gave great light

There's an inn nearby that has

a lovely Christmas lunch.

I, uh... I ended up getting

that museum job after all.

What?

I have to fly out tomorrow.

Wait, what?

Tomorrow's Christmas Eve.

You'll miss the ceilidh.

I'd love to stay,

but, um, I have too much to do.

I have to pack up my office

and pack up my apartment.

Sure.

Why have a difficult discussion

when you can just leave?

What discussion?

You said you wanted the guy

to confess his feelings, right?

There's something between us.

Maybe you just don't feel

the same way.

I do.

I have feelings for you,

but I can't be in love

and be alone.

I want someone

I'm gonna see all the time.

We can see each other

in the holidays. Meet somewhere.

That's not a relationship.

That's a travel buddy.

Look, I have a job in America.

And I'd never ask you

to give up the distillery.

This won't work, will it?

Hi, Uncle Kallin.

Not that I believe

in ghosts, but...

the game's today.

I wanted to help Caitrin, but...

now Coach Ferguson is mad at me,

and my team is mad at me.

Caitrin's really mad at me.

I'm sure that recruiter's

mad at me, too.

I'm embarrassed.

I don't even know

if I can show up.

What do you think I should do?

Whoa.

- Who are we?

- Craig Hill!

- Who are we?

- Craig Hill!

- And who are they?

- St. Austin's!

Wrong! They're nobody.

They've always been nobody

and always will be...

Coach.

I just wanted to say, um...

- You here to play?

- Yes, sir.

Come on. Come on, boys!

That's the recruiter over there.

Uh, I was gonna tell you

I was playing,

but I didn't think

you wanted to talk to me.

I always want to talk to you.

Sorry I got mad.

What you did was the nicest

thing anyone's ever done for me.

Now go bash some heads!

Did I get him to play?

Keep up, boys!

Come on!

Two injuries.

They're gonna have to forfeit.

It's a good thing the school

gave you the charity money

this morning.

And the Christmas Spirit's

on its way to the buyers.

We've got two down, Finn.

What are we gonna do?

You lost your scrum-half.

That's my position.

I'm the fastest

and smallest out of both teams.

If you put me in,

you won't need to forfeit.

I've seen her play.

We lose like cowards

or fight like Scots.

Okay, McAvoy.

It's never too late

to start a new tradition.

You got to promise me one thing.

If you get hurt, don't send your

brothers after me.

My flight doesn't leave

until later tonight,

so I thought I'd come

and root for...

- Craig Hill.

- Craig Hill!

Yeah!

No, no, no, no, no.

Penalty.

- What?

- What's that?

Caitrin!

I told you we shouldn't

let girls play.

Come on! Yes!

Yeah!

- That was great.

- Thank you.

I appreciate you.

Thanks, sir.

Now, every year, our

Christmas Eve match raises money

for a worthy cause as part

of the Highland Council

Charity Fund.

This year, our proceeds

went to one

of our favorite rugby legends,

Duncan McAvoy!

Whoo!

Now, many of you may know

that his father started

the Adopt-a-Family program.

Well, now he needs our help.

Duncan, you can always count

on your team.

Thank you, Coach.

But I'll have to

give it all back.

Once Christmas Spirit

is a success,

I'll donate the money back

to the school with interest

on one condition.

That it will be used to

establish a girls' rugby team

at Craig Hill.

Merry Christmas, everybody.

This should be the part

where you make a big speech

to Lucy asking her to stay.

Is this what you meant

by grand gesture?

I guess it's now or never, eh?

Oh, or in a minute.

Hey, Mal.

Hey, did you fill

all the Christmas Spirit orders?

Wait. What?

I'll talk to you later,

all right?

I got you a little something

for Christmas.

Are you okay?

Last night's storm.

It broke a river pump.

We... We can't make any more

whiskey without that water.

And I've used the charity money

to pay the bottler.

- I'm so sorry.

- Yeah.

Is there anything I can do?

No need for you to worry.

You're going home.

It's not exactly the same

as the one that your dad

had absolutely nothing

to do with breaking.

Yeah.

It's better.

Comes from you.

I should go back and pack.

Aye.

I'll try to come say

goodbye before I leave.

Yeah.

I was worried about our deal

when I heard you got

Christmas Spirit out.

Sorry about the pump.

Are you?

Believe it or not,

I don't wish you ill.

Just one favor. Can you save

my original buildings?

There's a lot of

my family history in there.

Sorry, Duncan.

We have a bigger operation.

We'll have to tear them down

to build on the land.

At least someone gets

what they want for Christmas.

I wanted time off for my family.

But the boss wants

construction to start

straight after New Year,

so I'll be working.

Merry Christmas.

Oh, that's one of mine.

Well, that's a shame.

Sorry, Duncan.

I don't know what

I'm going to do. I've...

I've lost Lucy

and the distillery in one day.

Without your business,

what's keeping you here?

Be with her.

Finn, Caitrin's here.

Merry Christmas.

It's a McAvoy tartan.

I love it.

I haven't had time to wrap

my gift for you, but it's...

It's ruined.

It's beautiful.

I can't believe you put this

much thought

into my Christmas present.

I just got yours at the market.

But it's a mess.

No, it's just not

a castle anymore.

It's sort of like

a gingerbread skate park.

Maybe it's not traditional.

It's something new.

And it came from your heart.

Would you come to the ceilidh

with me tonight, as my date?

Took you long enough.

Of course.

Thanks for everything.

I'm sorry you didn't

find your shrine.

Maybe it doesn't

exist after all.

You sure you can't stay?

At least wait

till Duncan gets back.

My cab's already here,

and it's better this way.

Merry Christmas.

Make sure you give Santa's

sleigh a wave from the plane.

Did Lucy leave yet?

A few minutes ago.

You just missed her.

Where's the car?

Aunt Edina took it to get

some more reindeer cookies.

Traveling on Christmas Eve?

Yeah. Best time to fly.

A hairy cow.

It's better than sitting

in traffic, I guess.

Just a minute.

She's not gonna move.

I'll be back in a minute.

Percy'll never believe this.

I have to get a photo.

What?

Ghillie?

Lucy!

This me fighting for you.

Without the distillery,

I can start over.

I can come to Vermont with you.

- I'm moving to Chicago.

- Or Chicago.

They're about the same, right?

My American geography

is not the best.

But wherever you go,

I'll be with you.

You just have to...

Believe in us. And I do now.

But I think I might

be losing my mind

because this just fell

from Santa's sleigh.

Ghillie must be

filling in tonight.

I know you think I'm mad.

Then we both are.

You were right.

A little bit of magic

makes the world a better place.

Tell me about this.

When we built the new

distillery after the old one

was damaged by the storm,

my grandfather found it

in the soil.

He gave it to my grandmother.

So uisce in the journals

didn't mean water.

It meant whiskey.

The whiskey my family made

on our land.

We have to get to

the McAvoy distillery now.

I've got something.

Here. Watch.

Right, Donald,

that's the last one.

I'll see you for drinks later.

Aye.

Oh, whoa, whoa.

Hey, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you doing?

Don't be making a mess

for my construction crew.

Hey, this isn't your concern.

Look, I'll have to

call the police.

You own the business,

but I own the land.

Worry about that later.

Just dig.

Right.

The silver's here!

These would be the gifts

for the Queen of Winter.

An ancient Christmas present.

There's a whole trove

of artifacts under here.

You're gonna have to tell

your construction crew

it's gonna be a few years.

- What are you talking about?

- No company can build on land

when artifacts

are being excavated.

Don't be so sure.

A contract...

is a contract.

Get off my land.

- I have the law on my side.

- Really?

When ancient Scots met

under the mistletoe tree,

they had to make a truce

until the next day.

- You know your Scottish history.

- It's kind of my thing.

Duncan, you still have

a business in trouble

and a lot of repairs.

I'll worry about that

another day.

It's Christmas Eve, and we've

got a ceilidh to get to.

And I have a job to turn down.

Merry Christmas.

So, now you're a fan

of the mistletoe, eh?

Christmas traditions

have their advantages.

Especially when

you need to make a truce.

Or other things.

Think we'll end up

at the same school?

I hope so.

But if we don't,

we'll make it work.

Do you want

to stop by my house tomorrow

for our family rugby game?

It's our family tradition.

Sure, after I call my dad

and meet his... mynew family.

Did you know my new

little sister plays rugby?

I'm excited for you. It's like

you have three families.

Your original, your dad's,

and your Scottish family.

We're gonna do Christmas

in July.

Could be weird or fun.

Maybe new traditions

aren't all bad.

At least yours won't end

with broken bones.

Don't worry. Told my brothers

to go easy on you.

I'll bring my helmet.

Finn, your dancing?

You asking?

What's this about you

staying in Scotland?

Someone has to supervise

the excavation.

And under Scottish law,

there's a reward for artifacts

found on your land.

Christmas Spirit can go

all over Scotland.

Maybe the world.

Well done, son.

Well, that's the Cailleach log

for this year.

"Lang may yer lum reek."

That just means "health and

wealth to everybody."

Come on, let's dance.

Come on.

When did you have time

to carve that?

I didn't.

My dad would've loved

to try some.

He worked so hard to create it.

Here's to legacies.

It's not what you accomplish.

It's about the people

who remember you.

Merry Christmas, Kallin.

Can you feel the glow?

Candles burning low

It's the light of Christmas

It's the light of Christmas

Can you hear them sing?

All the gifts they bring

In the light of Christmas

In the light of Christmas

All the lights around the world

All together while we turn

Can you smell the pie?

Feel the glow

coming from the fire

It's the light of Christmas

It's the light of Christmas

It's the light of Christmas

Oh

All the lights around the world

All together while we turn

All the lights around the world

All together while we turn
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