Claus Family, The (2020)

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Tonight we are going to hit temperatures
below freezing and snow is expected.

- Really horrible.
- Tomorrow is also a cold and cloudy day.

It will get no warmer
than zero to four degrees Celsius.

There's a slight breeze
from the south-west.

Yes, dear listener. It looks like we'll
be having a white Christmas this year.

Tomorrow it is expected to snow even more.

- Even more snow.
- You'll need to turn there.

- Where?
- There.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

- Really?
- Yes, Mom.

So many people.

- Are we there yet?
- I have no idea, dear.

Almost.

- Mom, you helped us move.
- It wasn't dark then.

- Careful, you'll run them over.
- Yes...

These streets are too tight.

What's your favorite Christmas memory?
Give us a call at ...

Hey, watch it.

- Turn right here.
- Yes, I know.

- Jules, will you help with the boxes?
- Okay.

I don't agree with this.
Why are you doing this, Suus?

Mommy, look.

Isn't it nice, hun?

Why can't you stay in Holland?
Why are you moving to Belgium?

- This'll never work.
- We already discussed this.

- Mommy, I'm hungry.
- I'll get you something in a sec.

At least leave the kids with me
during the holidays,

so we can spend Christmas Eve.

- We can do that here.
- You're only thinking of yourself.

What do you want? That I'm going
to hide and cry back home?

I'm going to start over here.
We'll get through this.

Okay... You shouldn't worry about us.

Will you say goodbye to Granny?

- Bye, Granny.
- Bye, sweethearts. See you soon.

Bye, Jules. Bye.

You'll change your mind.

Our new home.

A new start, for all of us.

Where are the Christmas decorations?

We don't have any, yet.

Tomorrow I'll buy a tree. Promise.

We'll make it nice and cozy
and celebrate Christmas like before.

Don't you get it?
It will never be like before.

We'll never be able to have Christmas.

I hate Christmas.

Hello. We came to welcome you.
Is your mom home? Or your dad?

Hi. I'm sorry, my son...

We will have Christmas, right, Mommy?

Of course, sweetie.
Jules just needs a bit of time.

- I'm Suzanne and this is Noor.
- Hi, Noor. I'm Ella.

I'm Stef. We brought you a little gift.

Welcome to our street.

- A Christmas gift, 'cause it's Christmas.
- How nice. Thanks.

Yes.

- Honey.
- Beautiful. Look, sweetheart.

See that light, Jules?

That's the light
of the sun that will always return.

That's why we have Christmas.

To celebrate the light that always comes
back, no matter how dark it gets.

- Okay, guys. We need to go.
- I'll stay here.

I'm sorry, but you can't.
You're too young to stay home alone.

Besides, there's no food in the house.

Okay, cornflakes.
But you won't grow on that alone.

And Grandpa is really
looking forward to seeing you.

Grandpa.

Come on, Jules.
I don't want to be late on my first day.

Beautiful.

- Hi, neighbor.
- Hello.

Neighbor, did you see this? Look.

We don't have decorations, yet.
Mommy is going to buy a tree later.

Really? That's mega cool, for sure.

Hey, look.
We've got loads of decorations left.

Or maybe we could
make some together?

- Would you like that?
- Yes.

- Good morning.
- Hello.

- Come. We're going to see Grandpa.
- Bye, Ella.

- Bye-bye.
- I know the way.

- Grandpa.
- Oh, my little angel.

- Grandpa, I'm not an angel.
- We're here.

Good morning.

- Grandpa?
- Yes?

Why haven't you decorated it yet?

- I waited for you, of course.
- Yes.

- Hey, Jules.
- Hey.

It'll be alright.

My shift ends at six. I'll come
straight here. If there's a problem...

Relax. The longer they stay, the better.

And you'll do great at your new job.
You're the best cookie baker I know.

How many cookie bakers do you know?

- Mom is going to buy a tree later.
- No?

- Yes.
- Behave, okay? Bye, Jules.

- See you tonight.
- Bye, Mom.

- Come on in. Look around.
- Thank you.

Oh, that's cute.

- Why is this bear's paw bandaged?
- It's broken.

But all that's broken can be fixed.

- Or a puzzle. That's cute.
- That one. It's vintage.

It's a nice picture.

- Does it have all the pieces?
- Almost.

One piece is missing,
but that's the fun of it.

- You won't know which piece, till the end.
- Yes, that's true.

- No, honey. We're not buying it.
- No.

Awesome. That's so yesterday.
But so yesterday that it's cool again.

- Yes.
- Beautiful, right?

How much is this?

That's not for sale. Sorry.

- Everything is for sale.
- A lot, but not everything.

- Then we're going some place else.
- I think so too.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

- I want hot chocolate.
- Me too. What about Jules?

- Don't care.
- So, three hot chocolates. Three.

I'll do it.

Sure? Alright.
Then I'll help Noor decorate the tree.

- I can do it.
- Careful.

- Here.
- Well done.

My lady.

For Santa?

Grandpa?

Hello, Mr. Claus? Is that you?

Oh, Mr. Claus, are you back?
Hello? Hello, who's there?

- Yes, hello? Who's there? Speak.
- Make yourself known. Who are you?

- A robber.
- Mr. Claus, is that you?

- A robber?
- Alarm.

- Alarm, alarm, okay.
- A robber.

Hey, Jules. Are the hot chocolates ready?

Is everything alright?

Where have you b...

- Are you Santa?
- I don't know...

Grandpa, are you Santa?

- This is not the time, Jules.
- Are you Santa?

I hate Christmas.

Jules, that's impossible.

- Grandpa, we forgot this.
- Sure, come on.

Do you want to do it?

Let me do it.

Grandpa. Grandpa. Grandpa.

We're always right on time.
Our uniforms are clean.

- No jewels, that goes without saying.
- Of course.

Brenda, what did we say
about cellphones?

We can't use
our telephones at work, right?

Just because I ask a question,
doesn't mean I want an answer.

We work in seven and a half hour shifts.

We have a minute lunch break.
That's much too thick.

We bring our own lunches. After all,
we couldn't touch the cookies, right?

Sometimes we could, right?
You need to...

What's this?

That's right, a failed cookie.
And what do we do with those?

That's right.

What do we do if we need to take
a toilet break during working hours?

Oh, then I'll...

We'll ask permission from our supervisor.

We never leave our station
without sanitary approval.

Have we got all that?

I'm asking if everything's clear.

Oh, an actual question.
Yes, it's very clear.

This is your station.

I was told I would get the opportunity
to design my own cookie.

These are the Christmas cookies
I make with my kids.

Everyone likes them very much.

Here we bake cookies, not coloring books.

Would you like one?

The only cookies we make here,
are our cookies. Understood?

Is she always like that?

- I'm Suzanne.
- I'm Jet. Nice to meet you.

You're supposed to help me
package the cookies.

Who would want these boring cookies?

They're Miss Jantien's creations.

Boring, colorless cookies,
made by a failure.

Would you like to try one?

I'm sure they're delicious,
but I'd rather try one during lunch.

Come on. Made them myself.

Oh, those are good.

What's the meaning of this?

Fahrid, button your coat.

My apologies. Yes?

- Suzanne?
- Yes?

It's for you.

- Are you Suzanne?
- Yes.

- Hi, I'm Fahrid.
- Hi.

Oh, sure.

Hello?

Yes, I'll be right there.

What's wrong?

My father-in-law is in hospital.
He fell. I need to get to my bike.

I'll take you. I have a car.

- What about work?
- Family is more important.

Suzanne? Fahrid? No one leaves
their station without permission.

There they are.

- Mommy.
- Hey, sweetheart.

- Are you alright?
- Grandpa fell.

No... Where is he now?

There.

Hi, I'm Fahrid. I work with your mom.

- Maybe I should wait in the car.
- Yes, fine. Thank you.

- You're the mom?
- Yes. How is he?

He's lucky.

His shoulder will heal,
but him falling was a warning.

He should take it easy.

Not too much stress,
otherwise he won't be so lucky next time.

- May we see him?
- Of course.

- We'll need to keep him overnight.
- Okay. Come on. Come.

Relax, it'll all be alright.

- No, it won't.
- Jules?

Mommy?

Daddy had an accident.
It'll all be alright.

I promise.

Jules?

Grandpa is asking for you.

You're so much alike.
You're both just as stubborn.

I understand it's hard.

Just do it for Grandpa.

Please.

Mommy.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi, Suus.

Listen, I was at the grocery store
and they had those fluorescent vests

with those lights on them...

Mom, Grandpa Belgium is in hospital.

- What happened?
- Nothing to worry about.

Then why is he in hospital?
Not because it's fun.

Excuse me, ma'am?

Wait, Mom. Will you say hi to Granny?

- Hi, Granny.
- Hi, Noor. Are you in the hospital too?

- Yes, we went by ambulance.
- That's scary. Are you guys okay?

- Mommy cried. I did too.
- Oh, my sweet girl.

- Santa hasn't come yet.
- I'm sure he'll come.

- Wait till you see what's under the tree.
- We don't have a tree.

Grandpa, what are you doing?

I don't want all that stuff.
There's nothing wrong with my heart.

- I just got a bit dizzy.
- Please, don't.

I need to get back to work, you know that.
Where's the snow globe?

- You mustn't strain yourself. The doctor...
- They don't know anything. Come on.

The kids should stay outside. Follow me.

Jules, Jules.

Mr. Claus, you need to leave
those sensors on.

Go and get the snow globe.
Go and get it, Jules.

Jules. There's a sandwich for you too.

- Thanks, but I already ate.
- I don't like carrot, Mom.

Every healthy sandwich has carrot on it.

- I'm sorry.
- No worries.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi, Suus. Back home?

- We just got home.
- What was it then?

Nothing serious. He's a bit overworked.

- Overworked?
- Mom...

- How are the kids?
- Fine. Ella from next door is here.

She's going to watch the kids
while I'm at work.

- From next door? How old is she?
- Your age?

- Fifteen.
- Twenty-two.

Mom, I'll call you tonight. I have to go.

- Will you manage?
- Of course.

- Do you want to make decorations?
- Yes.

Okay, we'll do that.

- If there's a problem, call me. Bye, Noor.
- Bye, Mom.

- Make sure Jules eats his sandwich.
- Okay.

- Bye.
- Ciao.

Bye, Jules.

Come on, Jules. What would Dad do?

Here you go, a healthy sandwich.
With...

No carrot.

- Do you have scissors and glue?
- Yes, but I don't know where.

Don't worry about your grandpa.
He just needs to rest.

But he won't rest. He really won't.

Then someone needs to babysit him too.

Grandpa?

Grandpa? What are you doing?

- I'm escaping.
- I escaped too.

And? Did you get the snow globe?

- That's for tomorrow.
- Tomorrow?

- First you need to rest.
- I can't, Jules.

I need to go.
The kids are waiting for their presents.

I'll go and help you.

- I thought you hated Christmas.
- I do.

But I don't hate you.

I don't want to lose you too.

I miss him too, son.

Promise you'll stay here tonight?

Yes.

Are you sure this is going to work?
You could stay with us.

No, here I'm much more at ease.

And I'm here to babysit.
Come on, Mom.

At home there are only girls
busy making Christmas decorations.

Okay, then. But take it easy.
And don't forget your medication.

- And the ointment for your shoulder.
- Okay.

Take good care of him.

Wouldn't it be better if you stay with us?

Bye.

Yes.

I'll do it just once,
until you get better.

Okay?

- Nice and cozy here, isn't it?
- But where's here?

Here.

- How is this possible?
- Hey.

Could you go and chat somewhere else?
There are people trying to work.

- Relax. I have good news.
- Good for you.

Here.

Holger...

- This is Jules.
- We're behind schedule.

Yes, I know. That's why I brought Jules.

A child?

- Ikka, we're having a child.
- What? A child? When?

- Now.
- Okay, don't panic.

Towels, hot water, massage oil.
Breathe steadily, Gunna. Breathe.

- Ikka, but it's...
- Holger, leave this to the women.

Breathe with me, Gunna. Breathe.

And stay calm. Stay calm.

- Do you have a name, yet?
- Yes, Jules.

Jules? Funny.

Oh, Mr. Claus.
Where have you been all night?

We were so worried.

Dear Assa.

- That's...
- Jules? The spitting image.

Yes. And Jules is here to help us.

Yes, because the doctors said
Grandpa should take it easy.

- They don't know what they're saying.
- But what are they saying, then?

That Grandpa should rest.

There's nothing wrong.
I just hurt my shoulder a bit.

Do you have a note from the doctor?
I need it for my administration.

Holger.

Mr. Claus, put me down.

Alright, in your chair.

Ikka, blanket. Mr. Claus should rest.

Aye-aye. Will do.

Gunna, some tea?

Tea? But the steam
makes my hair all frizzy.

No worries, Gunna.
We won't drink tea here.

Ikka, get back here. Here. Land.

Listen, friends...

Due to my unnecessary stay
in the hospital,

we lost a lot of precious time.

We need to roll up our sleeves.

Because tomorrow
it's Christmas Eve already.

- Mr. Claus... No, you should rest.
- Yes, and that's why I'm here.

- That's promising.
- Holger.

- What do I need to do?
- Yes, what?

Jules has to learn everything
from the beginning.

Oh, Mr. Claus, Mr. Claus.
From the beginning? Please, allow me.

But of course.

A long, long time ago,

there was a big bang.

A gigantic, enormous

bang.

- How does a person work here in peace?
- Thank you, Gunna.

On second thought, due to our lack
of time it might be best

- if he just learns it on the fly.
- Very good idea. Ikka?

This won't work.

- What?
- This... is the end.

Every ending is a new beginning.

Come on, Jules.

How does a person work here in peace?

Why are you so small?

We're not small.

- You're just big.
- Come on. Can you believe him?

It's a touchy subject.

And do you like working
for Santa... for Grandpa?

- Working?
- This isn't working.

- No, silly boy.
- Christmas is the best.

Yes. Imagine...
It's Christmas. Oh no, we need to work.

I hate Christmas.

- Isn't it beautiful?
- This is so sweet.

Look at him.

This is so touching.

He hates Christmas. Hates.

It'll pass.

He isn't ready. This isn't a good idea.

- He'll come around, Assa.
- And if he won't?

- That's a thought for another day.
- Grandpa.

Here you go, my assistant.

- Let's get to work.
- Whoa, what's this?

- We're going to fill the bags.
- No, those bags will remain empty.

- Take it easy, the doctor said.
- I'm not doing anything.

- I'll do it.
- Come on. Here, Gunna. The list.

Thank you, Mr. Claus.

Wow.

- Nice, huh?
- Yes.

- Come on, tell us, Gunna.
- Let's see.

- Building blocks for Mila.
- Building blocks.

Hey, over here. The blocks are here.

No, no.

- A little princess doll for Tommy.
- Over there.

Gunna.

- A pool float for Dominique.
- One pool float coming up. Catch.

Yes.

Bravissimo.

I'm sorry, Gunna.
We don't have time for that.

- We need to get back to work.
- No one wants to hear my talent.

Chocolate, marshmallows,
gobstoppers and hard candy.

Hard candy?
Come on, Jules. My favorite aisle.

Hard candy, hard candy. Hard candy.

Isn't it great?

Grab it, Jules. It's all yours. Come on.

Where are those two?

What did we say about
using our phones at work?

- I'm worried about my son.
- Just wait until your lunch break.

They're just busy. They can't hear you.

They can't be busy. Grandpa needs to rest.

They're just resting. They can't hear you.

Bad news. If we don't sell more
Christmas cookies, the factory will close.

- I just heard it in the office.
- But I've worked here all my life.

- People are fed up with those old cookies.
- Then we should do something about it.

Tonight, my house.
It's time for a cookie revolution.

- Have you got more lists?
- No.

Kids these days can't write.
How am I supposed to read this?

Give me that.
It's a note from a four-year-old.

- There's a drawing on it.
- You call that a drawing?

- Isn't it obvious?
- I suppose it's my bad.

Holger... Come on.

Look, Otto wants a brother to play with.

Great. We don't need
to teach him anything.

- Otto, colon, wants a brother.
- Oh, a brother.

Yes, but wait. We're not going
to give him a brother for Christmas.

Okay, so no brother.

Wait, we'll give him a soccer ball.
That'll give him friends to play with.

Okay, soccer ball.

- Or a board game.
- Of course. Yes.

- We'll never finish.
- We will. Look at how far we've come.

Oh no...

I suppose the red ones
haven't gotten a present, yet.

That's more than I thought.

But with you here, we'll make it tonight.

Tonight?

Oh, no. Mr. Claus needs to rest.

Assa, Santa does
what needs to be done.

We'll leave Vienna together,
then we'll head for Rome,

we'll make a slight turn for Paris
and then we'll finish it off in London.

Wow. Performing in Vienna,
Rome, Paris, London.

- Oh, what am I even doing here?
- You're blocking my light.

How can a person work here peacefully?

We should get home before Mom arrives.

Jules?

Noël?

- Jules?
- Mom's already here.

- Mom.
- Oh, Jules. Finally.

I was so worried
something had happened.

- Why aren't you answering the phone?
- I didn't hear it. I was resting.

Did you hear it?

- See you tomorrow?
- See you tomorrow.

- Are you coming?
- Yes.

Bye.

I don't know what you did, but thanks.

I didn't do anything.

Grandpa seemed really happy.
I'm proud of you.

Button up your coat.

It's a good thing we moved here, right?

Closer to Grandpa.
It's what Daddy wanted.

- How was work?
- Good.

It takes some getting used to, but
thankfully Fahrid is there. He's so funny.

Fahrid?

That's the guy who brought me
to the hospital the other day.

He's really helping me.

- And Jet too. They're coming over tonight.
- Why?

The factory is in big trouble,

and I have a plan to help them out
with our Christmas cookies.

You like them too, don't you?

I know it's hard,
but we really need to move on.

- Take an example...
- We don't need to do anything.

Jules.

Mom, it's not a good time.

- What's wrong, then?
- Nothing.

So you want to bake your cookies
instead of Jantien's,

and then smuggle them outside?

And put them in the shops
instead of the old ones?

And hopefully everyone likes them.

One large order and the factory is saved.

This is ingenious.

- Or maybe a little bit too simple.
- No, simple plans are the best.

Suzy, you're a goddess.

To the cookie revolution.

To the cookie revolution.

- Jet?
- I don't know...

What if we fail?

We can't fail.

We need to brighten up
these dark days.

I want to show Jules and Noor
that you can't keep living in the past.

You need to move on.

You need to start over, even if it's hard.

- What are you doing?
- Nothing.

It's stuff for tomorrow at Grandpa's.

- What are you doing?
- Nothing.

Noor...

Okay, but not too long.

- Will Santa come tonight?
- Maybe. Good night.

Listen, his sleigh.

- Santa doesn't have a sleigh.
- He does.

He doesn't. Good night.

- Then how will he visit us?
- He has a snow...

He doesn't like kids being awake
when he visits.

- Why not?
- Just because. Go to sleep, now.

But I want to ask him something.

- What then?
- If Daddy gets a present too.

- How are you feeling?
- Fine, Assa.

But I mean really.
How are you really feeling?

Jules is not the only one
who's lost someone.

You miss him too, don't you?

Yes.

I miss him.

- But we need to get to work.
- Whoa, pace yourself. Please.

But not too much,
otherwise we aren't done by Easter.

Jules.

Jules.

- Are we going, or what?
- Jules?

I thought you'd never come.

- So it's really real.
- Yes, it's really real.

Why don't you wear a Christmas hat?

- Don't you like this?
- I do.

- Ready?
- No.

- Where are we going?
- The Hoffmeyers.

- Where?
- In Austria.

Can't we start with Noor's present?

- I always do yours at the end.
- Okay.

- Ready?
- Yes.

Hans and Heinz.

This one is for Hans.

And another one...

For Heinz.

Hey, Jules. Don't touch anything.

- Für den Weihnachtsmann?
- That's us.

We aren't supposed to touch anything.

Unless they put it there for us.

- Delphine...
- Lecomte.

- Yes.
- That's a sweet little girl.

A toy car.

This one?

Give him your cookie.

I ate it.

- Are you sure they're not home?
- They went skiing.

It's fun being Santa.

- Yes, another one.
- And another one. Wow, that's quick.

Hey.

Could you please
jump somewhere else?

Holger, just be happy for once.
It's going great.

Great? They're back in a minute
and I haven't finished my new list.

And who's fault is it, then?

We're done.

- Did you fill those bags already?
- Not all, yet.

We're waiting for a new list.
Holger can't keep up.

- Grandpa, are you coming?
- Of course.

No, no, no.

What's on level - ?

On - ?

Oh... I don't know.

- Gunna?
- Yes, Mr. Claus?

- What's on level - ?
- On - ?

Books. Yes, a lot of books.
Big, heavy books on...

Math. Do you like math?

Yes, actually I do.

French. A lot of books on French.

Bonjour, je, tu, il,
je m'appelle croissant.

- Do you like French?
- No, not really.

- Wow, you worked really hard.
- Yes.

Jules, do you like helping Santa?

- Yes, but I'm only doing it this once.
- Yes, and that's great.

Mr. Claus, only once?

To London.

- Cookies for Santa?
- No.

- What then?
- Nothing.

See? You're not the only one.

- I suppose you can't bring back daddies.
- I can't.

I want to go home.

Next one. Max from Uz... Uzbekistan.

He wants a pair of roller...

Ah? Back already?

Aren't you feeling well?
Is it your shoulder? What's wrong?

He wants to go home.

I knew it. I warned you.
It's too soon. He's...

We'll try again tomorrow, okay?

Try? We've got one day.

- One day.
- Holger, come on. Max, Uzbekistan.

Come on, Jules.
Yesterday you enjoyed yourself so much.

Grandpa will be very disappointed
if you don't go.

- We're baking cookies today.
- Fun.

Baking cookies.

What shall we have for dinner on
Christmas Eve? Nothing complicated.

- Cookies.
- Jules?

Jules. My drawing, my drawing. Jules.

Jules wrote on my drawing, Mom.

I don't want to celebrate Christmas.
Is that so hard? Am I speaking Chinese?

I hate Jules. I hate him, I hate him.

My drawing...

Ni hao. Ze me yan le?

That's 'hi, how are you doing' in Chinese,
but that's all I know.

- So, how are you doing?
- Crappy.

- Well... I'm here, if you want to talk.
- No, thanks.

Dad died last year. On Christmas Eve.

I miss him.

I never want it to be Christmas again.
Mom and Noor act like nothing happened.

No one can force you to be happy
or to do something you don't want.

- Especially when you're not ready.
- And if you already said yes?

Doesn't matter.
If you can't, you can't.

Hi, Grandpa.

How's your shoulder?

One more day of rest
and then I'm all better.

Hello, Jules.

Jules, say hi to Grandpa.

I don't get it.
Yesterday he was so happy and now...

I'll cheer him up.

I'm sorry.
I would have left him at home...

Don't worry. We'll enjoy ourselves.
Won't we, Jules?

Sorry.

Flippers, a microscope, coloring pencils.

Jules? Ju... Oh.

Jules, we need to hurry.
The flippers are over there.

Jules, America is waiting.

America. Oh, Broadway.

Chicago, Chicago, Las Vegas.

Okay, next one. Microscope.

- Who would want that?
- George. Eight years old, New York.

Oh, New York, New York.

A microscope might be fun at first,
but soon he won't use it anymore.

I think George from New York
might like a football better.

- Oh, son...
- But he wants a microscope.

- Okay, next one.
- Okay, coloring pencils.

There, those little boxes.
Do you see them?

Get them yourself.
Little people, little boxes.

- Come on.
- We'll never finish.

We have a lot of toys to pack.
A bicycle helmet, a puzzle, a teddy bear.

No, Jules. Not a skateboard.
No, not a skateboard.

We really need to get a move on.

Race you through the corridor.
Get set, go.

Jules.

- That's not fair. I wasn't ready.
- Ikka, no.

Not one at a time.

Is that clear?

Yes, ma'am.

Need help?

- If she sees this, I'm out.
- Either way. They'll close the factory.

Take a bit of this and smooth it out.

- What do we do?
- Everything for the cookie revolution.

- Jet, what are you doing?
- Jet?

Jet, are you allowed
to have a sanitary break? Jet?

Make sure she doesn't see you.

Here. Take these.

You saved us.

I actually need to use the toilet, now.

- It couldn't have been that bad.
- It was terrible.

He still hates Christmas
from the bottom of his heart.

- Jules, done already?
- I want to go home.

But we still need to deliver
all those presents in America.

- You do it.
- But Jules...

No one can force me to do anything.

Will you bring me home?

I'm not giving up yet.

He just needs a little push.

And how are you going to do that?

I won't bore you with that.

- Want to join?
- No.

But these are cookie revolution cookies.

Your Mom's a true hero. She's going
to turn the whole factory upside down.

- Hello?
- Jules?

- Hi, Granny.
- Is Mom around?

I don't know.

- Are you home alone?
- No.

- Has she already bought a tree?
- No.

But I'm sure she did some shopping
to make a delicious dinner tonight.

She didn't? I'm disappointed. But maybe
she's out doing groceries right now.

- Maybe, I don't know.
- Okay.

- Alright.
- Bye, Granny.

Grandpa?

- Jules. Pssh, Jules.
- Gunna?

- Oh, hi.
- What are you doing here?

Oh, Jules. Something terrible happened.
A disastrous catastrophe.

- It's all really bad.
- What is it?

I wasn't there myself.
I wasn't there when it happened. Oh, no.

If I had been there, I could have
done something. I don't know what...

Gunna, Gunna. Calm down.

What happened?

Mr. Claus went on his rounds alone.

And he...

Fell.

Jules, make sure
to keep a close eye on Grandpa.

- Do we really need to move?
- That way we're closer to Grandpa.

I promised Daddy
we'd take good care of him.

It was his last wish.

Jules, Jules...
Oh no, I broke him.

Jules, do something.
Don't just stand there. Jules.

Jules. Oh, thank God.

Jules, we need to leave immediately.
Right now.

- Okay.
- Now.

- Hey, sweetheart.
- We made cookies.

- Hello. Who are you?
- Ella, the babysitter.

- Where's Jules?
- Upstairs.

- Yes, Mom?
- Twenty-two? She's barely fourteen.

Fifteen.

- Shame on you.
- This is not a good time.

- Not a good time? Where's Jules?
- With Grandpa Belgium.

No, there's no one home.
And he isn't at your place either.

You don't even know where your kids are.

I'm on my way.

- Sorry, I need to go home. Jules is gone.
- What's this?

My son...

- Oh, Grandpa. Does it hurt?
- Yes.

But all that's broken can be fixed, right?

How could you be so stupid to go alone...

Stupid? I had no choice.

As Santa, it's my duty
to bring presents to the people.

I know you see it differently,
but I don't.

Could you give me my cane
and help me up?

- I'll do it. Grandpa, stay there. Easy.
- I have to go.

I never should have left you.

Dad, he...

You stay here, okay?

I'll do it. Alone.

- Are the bags for America ready?
- Almost.

- We'll do it right away.
- Are they done?

- No, but don't worry.
- Don't worry.

Did you really think I wouldn't recognize
these coloring books?

You're lucky
I can't afford losing any of you,

otherwise you'd be on the street.
All of you.

- I need to find Jules.
- Go. We'll cover for you.

Sure? I don't want you to get fired.

- No, find your son.
- I'm sorry for all this.

All this? I've never experienced
anything more amusing. Just go.

We've been producing these
Christmas cookies for over years.

Traditions need to be retained.
Not destroyed.

I'll give you one last chance.

You get four hours
to make all the cookies.

You should start right away.

It's much too big.

One day, it'll fit you, Jules.

Here you go.

Okay, but I'll only do this once.

Wait, Jules. It'll be incredible.
You look radiant.

Radiant or not,
we'll never make up for that lost time.

Of course we will.
You just have to believe in it.

- Wat are you doing?
- Believing in it. And look.

No, didn't work.

Jules, be careful.

Jules.

Yes, I knew it.

I knew he could do it.

- Jules, we love you.
- Aren't you in pain anymore?

- Is your leg healed?
- That happened really fast.

Oh, look.

It's Suzanne.

- Did you find him?
- No, I don't know where he is.

He won't do anything stupid.

- Could I use your car?
- The nerve.

- Fahrid? Hello?
- Suzanne.

First you get the factory into trouble
and then you leave without permission.

I'll be back as soon as I find Jules.

Get here now, or we don't need you back.

I'm going to find my son.

And I'm going to help her.

Me too.

Then you're fired. You're all fired.

Start baking.

- So you lied.
- I didn't have a choice, Assa.

He isn't ready, I told you.
But no, 'I hurt my leg'.

You lied to get him to take over
while he doesn't even want to.

That's not true. He does want it.
He just doesn't know it, yet.

He needs to learn
how to love Christmas again. That's all.

Jules. Stop him.

Stay. Jules, come back.

Stop.

Don't go to level - .

He went to level - , Mr. Claus.

Elisabeth Claus.

Wilhelmus Claus.

Otto Claus.

Henricus Claus.

Virginie Claus.

Grandpa.

Dad...

I'm sorry, Jules. Calm down.

I'm sorry. I really hoped
you'd start loving Christmas again.

Then it would have been easier
to explain...

All this.

As long as we can remember,
the role of Father or Mother Christmas

is passed down in our family
for generations.

- The Claus family.
- But Santa lives forever.

No, son.

Look at me. No.

We'll all grow old
and then the next one will take over.

Your dad had already
taken over from me...

When...

- His accident.
- Yes.

And I thought you were too young,

so I decided to do it myself.

But son...

I'm old, Jules. My best days are over.

That fall, the hospital.

Here. A letter from your dad.

He wrote it for you.

All Santas wrote letters like these
to their successors.

Because one day
you will be the new Santa.

No, I was only going to help you once.

Dad is dead, so Santa is too.

Eleven, blond hair.
Yes, no. This afternoon.

Yes. Yes, okay. Thank you.

They'll go look for him.

Hey, it'll all be alright.
It'll be alright.

Jules.

Jules, where were you?
We've looked all over for you.

- Where's Grandpa?
- At home.

Why aren't you with him?
You were taking care of him.

You're so selfish, sometimes.

The lost son has returned.

Everyone was so worried.

Jules, don't be like that.

You said no one could force me
to be happy.

There's a difference
between not being happy,

and terrorizing everyone
with your self-pity.

- Your Mom lost her job because of you.
- What?

- I never should have said that.
- We all make mistakes. Moms too.

So you think I made a mistake.

No, you're doing the best you can.
Jules knows that.

- What's that?
- Nothing.

From my dad.

Shouldn't you open it?

Why not?

Because it's a goodbye letter.

If I read it...

Then it's really over.

Learn to let go.

What do you know about that?
You still have your dad. I don't.

I lost everything.

No more ballet.

No more short skirts.

A stupid accident.

It's no one's fault.

Being mad at the world
doesn't change anything.

You still have so much, Jules.

Open it and read it, please.

Just go and talk to him, okay?

Okay.

- I'm sorry about just now.
- I'm sorry too.

Did you really get fired because of me?

Of course not. I've been stupid.

Simple plans
aren't always the best plans.

I thought I could
save the factory on my own,

and that everyone would like our cookies.

One large order and then...

Oh, well...

You just wanted
to brighten up the dark days.

Jules, when you read this,
I'm no longer around for some reason.

This isn't a goodbye letter.
It's a new beginning.

Just like Grandpa
took over the job from his dad,

you're going to retain the tradition.

I'm not around anymore,
but I'll always be a part of you.

Now you must bring light to the darkness.
You're my beating heart.

Together we're Santa, forever.

Jules?

I have to go, but they can't know.

- Where are you going?
- Letting go and retaining tradition.

- What?
- I'm saving Christmas.

- Is everything alright?
- I've never felt so good.

- Thanks so much.
- For what?

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.

- Why are you so sad?
- Jules. He's back, he's back.

There's a celebration of a new beginning.

- Really? Truly?
- Let's get to work.

- Oh, guys.
- We're off. We're off.

The spitting image.

Welcome, Santa Jules.

It's about time, huh?

Jules, are you sure
you don't need me there?

I wanted to make a short detour.

One that isn't really good
for your health.

Oh, do I need to worry?

Long live the cookie revolution.

Can someone tell me
what a cookie revolution is?

It tastes like Christmas.

One large order.

Enjoy, Madam President.

Do you want one?
Tastes good, huh?

- Yes, we love Jules.
- We love you.

Cool, isn't it, Holger?

- Careful.
- Beautiful, Holger.

Jules.

The colored cookies. Sure.

The colored cookies.
The colored cookies...

Where are the colored cookies?
Hey, where are the colored ones?

Why won't anyone answer me?

I'm going to check on Jules.

No, I just went. He wanted
to stay in his room a little longer.

Oh, okay.

He isn't going to be moping
in his room all night?

Mommy, I'm hungry.

- What are your ideas for dinner?
- I don't know.

- Did you buy anything?
- No.

I'll go.

I just hadn't gotten to it
with everything going on.

Noor, we're going to do the groceries
so we can cook Christmas dinner.

- Spaghetti.
- Well...

You need to come back.
Madam President wants your cookies.

What? That's impossible.

She made a large order
for her presidential Christmas dinner.

If we do this right, we'll be her regular
supplier and then the factory is saved.

- They'll need to be shipped tonight.
- Tonight?

- Sorry, but I can't.
- Why not?

Because we're celebrating Christmas.
I promised.

We can do that tomorrow.

- Do you mean that?
- Yes.

- Okay, who's in?
- I am.

I'm not. I'm going shopping with Granny.
Ella can come too.

- This will never work.
- At least we tried.

- Need help?
- Shouldn't you be celebrating Christmas?

Yes, so crack your whip, so we'll all be
in time for Christmas dinner.

Come on.

- Jantien, where's the dough?
- I'm working on it.

Just because I ask a question, doesn't
mean I want an answer. Start baking.

Jantien, come on.

- Was that the last one?
- Only one house. In London.

- Why is he taking so long?
- I can't watch.

Come on, Jules. Come on, Jules.

- Come on, be more cheerful.
- Good job, son. Good job.

Jules, how did you learn all that so fast?

- I mostly learned that Dad's in my heart.
- Of course, son.

I always knew you had it in you.
You can do it.

- We're ready.
- No, we're not.

We've done it.

- Merry Christmas, everyone.
- Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Come on.

What's wrong? Jules?

It'll be okay.

Merry Christmas.

Did you do this?

What's this?

A Christmas tree and so many presents.

Wow.

Jules. Oh my...

Saving Christmas?

Ella, there's one for you.

Look.

Alright, I'm off.

Great, huh?

Fahrid, wait. Come on.

Careful, guys. It's very hot.

Bravo.

- Delicious.
- It's snowing.

I'd like to make a toast
to a beautiful, white Christmas.

Cheers.

To a white Christmas.

- And Jules, again next year?
- Of course.

Merry Christmas. Yay.