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Scentsational Christmas (2022)

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It's Christmastime

Ellie, in case you

hadn't noticed,

there is a Christmas

party happening all around you.

Ah. Sorry. Thank you.

I just... I love

the Christmas tree,

these candle ornaments

in particular.

They're beautiful.

Yeah. Nastia had them flown

in from Germany.

My mom hung similar

ornaments growing up.

It always made Christmas

feel so special.

Well, maybe this Christmas

will be made special

by your, um, Parisian promotion?

It's not a done

deal. I mean,

Nastia hasn't even selected

the new fragrance yet.

Oh, come on. Yours is

testing through the roof.

Who's your competition? Eric?

Look at him!

He's dressed like a...

movie theatre usher.

Wow. He's really

kissing up to Nastia.

Oh, we can't have that.

Let's, uh... let's go wish

them merry Christmas.

Oh, uh...

Svetlana, come over

here for a sec.

Eric! Eric, uh,

Svetlana here

was looking for the,

uh, Rudolph candy cane bar,

And he knows where

it is. He knows.

So why don't you show her,

because you know where it is?

Um, Nastia.

- Yeah.

- We were just admiring

these beautiful ornaments

that you've generously flown

in... from Europe.

Thank you, Andrew!

I'm so glad you noticed them.

Aren't they just divine?

You know, I actually completely

forgot I ordered them.

Sir-endipity.

Yes. Yes. It's,

uh, s-serendipity,

I think is what

you meant to say.

I mean, they're so elegant

for Christmas, Nastia.

Ah. I

love Christmas,

the gifts especially.

Right. Uh, well,

speaking of gifts,

we were just wondering

maybe, uh, if you've decided

to choose your new scent?

Not yet.

I will before Christmas.

I hear they're

testing really well.

- Oh.

- Maybe we have

a Christmas reveal party.

Much bigger.

Glitter cannons. A balloon

drop. Oh, my gosh.

We can get Santa to spray next

year's holiday scent

all over the crowd.

Y-Yeah. You know what?

I mean, this is a party,

and, uh, it's Christmas,

so you could just

reveal it right here.

It's the perfect venue.

Really good time to...

No, it's not...

big enough,

but, um, next week.

Just contact my assistant, okay?

Merry Christmas.

Merry... Christmas.

M-Merry Christmas.

And she's off.

Yeah. Don't worry. I am

going to stay on her.

Even if I have to

put it in skywriting,

I will be on it.

Andrew, please.

The work is done.

Our scent is submitted.

If you stress, I will stress.

You're right. You're right. I...

I don't want to do that,

because you don't

need any more stress.

You've been working so

many hours, late nights.

Uh, where are you going

again? New Hampshire?

- Is that, like, on purpose?

- My dad is expecting me.

It's our first Christmas

without my mom, so...

Oh. Oh. Sorry.

Well, couldn't he,

you know, come to you?

No. He runs

our family business,

a candle shop,

and Christmas

is the busy season.

I... I think he needs my help.

Right. Of course.

Well, it must be less stressful

than working for Nastia.

I don't know.

Dad has just about

as many photos of himself

around the house, without

the thigh-high boots

and he's holding up fish, but...

Really? Somehow, I

think I'd prefer that.

Anyway, um,

enjoy yourself tonight.

I will keep tabs on Nastia,

and maybe we'll get a Parisian

Christmas present for you?

Sant to that.

Sant?

Oh. It's French. Right.

Cheers.

Au revoir.

Hi there. Are you here

to pick up an order?

No. Um...

Oh. Well, then you

have excellent taste.

Those candles are made by

the owner himself.

Yeah. The last candle-maker

in a long line

- of specialized craftsmen.

- Specialized?

Rumor has it the family's

been here for over 100 years,

descendants of elves.

- Elves?

- Oh, yeah.

Left the North Pole for

a better life.

You know, Santa's great and all,

but who wouldn't want to

be their own boss?

- Mm.

- They passed down

their excellent craftsmanship

from the workshop

through the generations.

You know, this cottage is

said to be an exact replica

of their workshop.

Really? Because I always

thought it was, um,

Portsmouth's

original schoolhouse.

Well, that was

before they moved in.

- Oh.

- Hmm.

And the whole family are, uh,

descendants of elves?

I mean, they

seem so... tall.

Well, don't you think they'd

have a little bit magic?

They blend that

into every candle.

So, how many can

I put you down for?

Dad!

Ellie! Oh,

you're home!

Merry Christmas.

I didn't know you hired help.

Huh? Oh, this is

Logan Osborne.

He's my first Airbnb guest.

Oh, at Christmas?

I thought

we were going to talk

before you listed.

I got antsy. Besides, the

more, the merrier.

He's in town writing an article

for Travelique Magazine.

That's it.

Right. Yeah.

Trying to write on

Christmas in New England.

Well, you're in the right place.

We take Christmas very

seriously here in Portsmouth.

And that's what I'm

looking for: a unique story

that only can

be experienced here.

Logan is an experienced storyteller.

I read several of his articles,

even before he became a guest.

Oh. Thanks, Jamar.

And the story about the family

of elves was very amusing.

Yeah. You know, a

good story sells anything,

and you got to admit.

I almost had you

- buying those candles.

- Well, personally,

I would have focused more

on the candles.

Speaking of, um, Dad, uh...

Hmm?

What's going on

with these candles?

I'm having trouble

with the antique molds.

Candles aren't

turning out as well.

Is everything okay?

Of course. I just have to

work out the kinks.

Candle-making is not in my DNA

like you... or your mother.

The Baileys, my wife's family,

they, uh, they were one of the

original founders of Portsmouth.

Always had a candle

cottage on the property.

We've upgraded over the years,

but, uh...

always a work in progress.

That is what is so

wonderful about Christmas.

Everything works out.

I totally agree.

I mean, this article almost

didn't come together,

and then I found Jamar

on the 11th hour.

You know, I actually wanted

to talk more about you.

Um, Lohan?

Are you a responsible person?

Like, have you ever

left the door unlocked

or keys in the car? Stove on?

Have you ever left a...

Forgive her. She's

always been cautious.

Logan is responsible.

He even loves

my Christmas cocoa.

You've already made him

Christmas cocoa?

Mm.

How long have you been here?

A week. But when you know, you know.

Right, Jamar?

We're best buds.

And, um, how long does

it take to write an article?

Ah, well, it takes

time to find my focus,

and with so many things going

on, it's hard to choose.

But it makes life interesting.

Well, break's over. I must

get back to my candle-making.

- I'm behind.

- Well, how behind?

Oh, I still have 10 orders

to fill before Christmas

and many more to deliver.

Uh... Ah. These

go to the tavern.

Oh, I'll take them.

Gives me an excuse

to see Mindee.

- Well, how can I help?

- You can, um...

find your focus.

I'll be back soon, Dad.

Nice meeting you.

Bye!

Mindee!

Ellie!

So good to see you!

I'm so happy to see you.

Oh.

I come bearing gifts.

Ah. Yes.

I thought we were going

to have to switch to all LEDs.

Oh, that is blasphemy.

Well, your dad's just been

pretty backed up.

Oh. Has it

been that bad?

You know what? Christmas

can be chaotic,

and he's on his own now.

Stuff happens.

- Sit, please.

- Okay.

How are you?

How is the glamorous world

of fragrance?

Nastia's new scent?

Am I an insider now?

No, seriously. Does this mean

that I can brag about being

on the cutting edge of beauty?

We'll see. I

mean, I hope so.

If she likes it,

I'm off to Paris.

What? Paris.

When? What would

you be doing there?

Executive VP.

Although part of me will

miss those late nights

being creative in the lab.

Oh, and here I thought

you were just, you know,

drinking cosmos at

some trendy club every night.

Oh, please. I'm in bed

before the clubs even open.

But I do like a good cosmo,

or better yet,

Mindee's cider.

- Hold that thought.

- Oh.

- I'm keeping this.

- Please. It's for you.

I can't believe

you still do that!

It's faster!

Alright.

My new Christmas cider.

Oh!

- Right?

- So good.

We're premiering it

at the wassailing party,

which, by the way, I have

invited the historical society

this year. It's going to be

big. You have to come.

I'll try, but I feel like

my dad needs a lot of help.

Well, you're here,

and you'll be a huge help.

And we are all so happy

you're home for Christmas.

How did you manage

to get the time off?

Making up for my

absence last year.

I didn't want him to be alone.

Little did I know,

he has a new best friend.

Yeah, the handsome

Logan Osborne.

Wait. You've

met him?

Sure. Hey,

it's big news

to have a writer from

Travelique in town.

Also, I wanted him to

mention the tavern,

so I thought maybe you

could bring that up.

You know, give you a

chance to chat.

Oh, pass. I am

not even going there.

Yeah. Too bad about the

hot man staying in your house

who your

dad loves. Sad.

What more do you want

for Christmas there, greedy?

All I want for Christmas is

a promotion to Paris.

Eh, it's the 21st century.

You can have it all.

I did have it all.

Not possible.

Ugh. Tyler.

That's ancient history.

Don't let the past

get in the way of your

Christmas present.

Well, I wish the past didn't

linger in the present.

But on the bright side,

Tyler did teach me a

valuable lesson.

Never be someone's option.

Amen.

But you still have to

at least flirt with Logan.

I mean, it's Christmas.

Give me something.

- Mindee!

- What?

- Stop!

- It's flirting.

- I just got here.

- Come on.

Hey. Wait up.

Are you following me?

No. I'm writing.

You're walking.

It's all up here.

Ah.

I love bumping into

familiar faces.

It's what I love

about small towns.

Oh, did you grow up

in a big city?

Lots of them.

My family moved around a lot.

My dad was in the army.

Oh, is that why you

became a travel writer?

Traveling part came easy,

but I don't like to stick

with one thing for too long.

That's probably why I

haven't written my novel.

I never really had

any roots, so the idea

of staying in one

place for too long,

- it's not for me.

- Mm.

How about

you? Your dad says

you're the best

at making candles.

How come he's running

the business and not you?

Short answer: I

wanted more.

And as a rebellious teen,

I couldn't very well

follow in my mom's footsteps,

even though she tried.

And, uh, right after I graduated

with my degree in chemistry,

I got a job offer from Nastia.

The supermodel?

Yes. It's a big

global brand.

Candle-making in Portsmouth just

didn't have the same appeal.

But it's your family's legacy.

I mean, that's special.

And who knows.

You could have taken

it to the world stage.

Probably best I didn't.

My mom was a tough act to

follow. She had a gift.

She would always say,

"One candle can

defy any darkness."

- Wow. That is... beautiful.

- Hmm.

I'm going to use that

in a story someday.

Thank you, Sarah Reddy.

How do you know her name?

Oh, your dad talks

about her a lot.

- It's nice.

- Huh.

I keep hearing about

these Christmas candles.

Jamar said that they started

from your mom's

side of the family.

Yeah. The

Christmas candles...

I didn't see any in

the workshop.

Surely there must

be orders for them.

No idea.

And-and my mom didn't start the

Christmas candle tradition,

but she loved the fable.

Wait. You mean the folklore

about the Christmas couple

that were supposed to get

married on Christmas Day?

The groom

got lost in a snowstorm,

but the bride

had unwavering faith,

so she made candles and

lit an entire evergreen

to guide him home on

Christmas Day.

And she made a wish, right?

Wow. You really do

do your research.

Well, there's

different variations,

but everyone agrees it happened.

And according to my mom,

the candle has

a secret ingredient that,

when b*rned on Christmas,

grants wishes.

That's the fairytale part.

You don't believe it?

Well, of course not.

It's not realistic.

But she did.

That's why she

made the candles -

to honor the couple.

That was her fantasy.

I never got into it.

Would you like a ride home?

No, I'm good.

I like to walk.

Okay.

Goodnight, Logan.

Night, Ellie.

- Hey, Dad.

- Hey, Ellie.

Um, are you not making

Christmas candles this year?

I tried.

They came out all wrong.

Horrible.

I-I can't figure it out.

I'm missing some...

key ingredient.

Well, I'm sure Mom

wrote it down somewhere.

I looked everywhere.

I was hoping you may know.

No, no.

We were supposed to make them

together last Christmas, but...

Ah.

I thought I could figure it out

before this Christmas.

I only have that one left.

Tell me the truth;

how is the business doing?

I... don't think it can survive

till next Christmas.

We lost too many orders,

and the Haggerty's account...

Dad, that's our biggest account.

I tried to keep them,

but they only want

Christmas candles.

Well,

we can't lose Mama's legacy.

Christmas would

never be the same.

I'll try and

figure out the formula,

and I'll see what I can do

about finding another buyer.

That would be...

a Christmas miracle.

I'm so glad you are home!

Oh...

Why don't you go to bed?

I'll clean up.

Okay?

Goodnight, Ellie.

Dad!

Dad! Dad!

Oh my gosh!

Are you okay?

- Oh...

- Let's get you inside.

I can't believe I slipped.

You know I have

cat-like reflexes.

Dad, even a lion

would slip on ice.

Okay, this doesn't look too bad,

but we should still

get it checked out.

It will be fine. I'm tough,

and I can't afford

to be out of commission.

I need to keep

the few orders I do have.

I'll take over.

But it's your vacation.

It's all good.

But if we're going

to save this business,

I need to find out

that missing ingredient.

Good morning.

Morning.

Everything okay?

Yeah. I'm trying to make sense

of this ordering system.

My dad writes them down on

whatever paper he has available.

I mean, I found one order

on a grocery receipt.

No wonder

the business is a mess.

Okay, this is going to

take me hours to organize,

and I still have

candles to make.

Well, you can start

simple e-com platform

with an order

fulfillment system.

A what?

Sorry, I'm a chemist,

not a member of the geek squad.

Don't worry about it.

I'll whip something up.

It's fine.

You don't have to say the day.

You probably have work to do.

It's okay.

I am not slaying

dragons over here,

and distraction is part

of my writing process.

It helps when I have

writer's block.

That is a strange philosophy,

but I won't turn down free work.

Wait, there's no pay?

Um...

Just kidding. Just kidding.

Come on, give me those receipts.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Oh, who's this pretty lady?

That is my great-great great

grandmother Abigail.

My mom was obsessed with her.

Why?

Well, she was amazing.

At the turn of the century,

during the height of the

Industrial Revolution,

when other people

were opening sweatshops,

Abigail opened the manor to

immigrants of all races,

religions and creeds, and she

gave them jobs -

some at the cider mill,

some making candles -

with a living wage and safe

working conditions.

And not just a place to sleep,

but to call home.

Not permanent,

but enough to give them

a leg up in their new life.

Huh.

Wow, that is amazing.

Right?

My mom always thought

the Christmas candle

tradition started with her

and her husband Benjamin.

Wait.

That's the folklore

about the couple

that was lost in the snow.

Yeah, she had this crazy idea

that it could be them,

but I doubt it.

Why not?

Well, first of all,

there's no record

of it actually ever happening.

I think it's just one of those

stories that we tell

at Christmas time

to make us feel good.

I mean, but we do know that

Abigail did make candles

and give them to everyone in

town as Christmas presents,

and our candles started

as an homage to her.

- Do you mind?

- Yeah, sure.

Oh.

What's this?

Okay,

this was found with some water

damaged letters in the manor.

My mom was convinced

the locket belonged to Abigail

and she was intent

on finding it.

Did she?

She thought she found it

online in an auction,

but she was outbid. Hang on.

My dad had a picture

somewhere, I think.

Ah, look. Here.

Perfect match.

Right?

I always wanted to

find it for her.

That special, huh?

It meant a lot to her.

I'm not sure why,

but I felt it too.

What if it's true?

What if Benjamin and Abigail

are the Christmas couple?

Well, you would solve

a great mystery.

This would be great

for my article.

Do you mind if

I make copies of this?

No.

Knock yourself out.

Oh, and if you stumble

on any secret ingredients

to the Christmas candle,

that would be helpful.

Wait.

You don't know the recipe?

What would Abigail say?

Hopefully, apologize for

never writing it down.

Ouch. That's cold.

Hey.

Hi. I was, uh...

I was just finishing up here.

Oh, take your time.

Wow, you really got a lot done.

Yeah, I hope I got

these orders right.

Wow. You Bailey's really

do have a magic touch.

I mean, Jamar is nice and all,

but it doesn't have

quite the same finesse.

How do you mean?

I mean, the wicks

are perfectly straight,

and there's no seam

from the cast.

It's immaculate.

That just doesn't happen.

Yeah, it takes

a lot of patience.

You really do

notice the details.

Yeah, blame it on the day job.

Oh...

I got all your orders organized.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Wow, you can actually read that.

Here's the admin,

and you can see your

orders in real-time.

Wait. Can my dad work this?

If he can play solitaire,

he can use this.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Yeah, no problem.

So, I found out some more info

on Abigail and Benjamin.

Turns out Benjamin

had no status at all.

Oh, scandalous.

Yes! I mean,

he must have done something

to win the family over.

I mean, they got married, right?

Here's the real question -

did you find anything

on the Christmas candle?

Because I have been

dissecting all day

and I still can't

figure out one ingredient.

It's different than

the other candles,

both in its texture

and the scent.

Well, there can't be

that many options.

I mean,

maybe it's whale blubber.

You got any of

that laying around?

No, it's definitely not that.

The more I research

Christmas candles,

the more I think it's

more than just an homage.

I mean...

maybe we could dig a little

deeper when you have some time.

Um, there is no "we" in this.

This is your article.

But it's your family,

and I really think

there's a story here.

You know, this could be the

greatest romance ever told.

Well, if you write it, it'll be

the greatest romance ever sold.

There's a difference.

Fables are a fiction told for

entertainment purposes only.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna prove

that some fables are real.

Okay, then, um...

happy writing. And...

thanks again for the website.

Yeah. It was nothing.

Bye.

See you later.

Ooh, cider and caroling?

Love the wassailing set-up!

Thank you.

Let's hope the

tourism board agrees.

Look, I made something for you.

The new Christmas candles?

Not exactly.

I'm still working on those.

But I made these this morning,

and I thought that they would be

a perfect match for wassailing.

Yes! They smell like...

Christmas tree and a

hint of orange.

- Bingo.

- It's perfect.

I'm gonna need

more for Saturday.

Well, with my new

ordering system,

I think I can handle it.

Check it out.

Look.

Wow. When did you

have time to do all this?

Logan did it.

Hmm... Logan,

what a prince.

Bring him to wassailing.

No. I am not

asking him out.

The man is writing an article on

Christmas traditions.

Wassailing is a classic.

You'd be doing him a favor.

Oh...

And me.

Stay on the nice list.

I'll see you Saturday, Mindee.

Naughty.

Dad, you should be resting.

I'm not in a body cast.

Oh, and he's really good

at telling me what to do.

You have to get

the right balance.

Okay, please.

Dad, take a seat.

Thank you.

Here.

I'll swap you.

You do the mantle

and I will do the tree.

All right.

Oh...

These are nice.

- No!

- No, no, no!

The Christmas candles

go in there.

It's tradition.

Yeah, Mom made a special pair

specifically for those candlesticks.

Um...

Where are they?

Let me check

if there are more boxes.

Okay.

Where did you get these?

Mom says they were

a family heirloom.

But who knows?

This is a genuine maker's mark.

This will give you insight to

when and where it was made.

Really?

What do you know...

I got a buddy out in Vegas

who deals with antiques

and special metals.

I've helped him

research a few pieces.

He might be able to help.

Another one of your distractions.

I like backstories. Besides...

these might be more

than just candlesticks.

I mean, and why do you put

Christmas candles in them?

Where does the

tradition come from?

Maybe you should be

in the press corps.

Oh, no more boxes.

Really?

Ah. My buddy said he'll send me

a list of appraisers later.

I might be able to find out

their history on them.

Can I borrow them?

Sure. If you can find out where

they were made, take them.

I'd love to know.

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

These candlesticks are not

leaving my sight.

Your mom knew they were special.

Maybe now, we can find out why.

Fine.

Call the appraisers first.

If they can help,

then we'll visit.

Great.

How about tomorrow?

I can't. I have a meeting at

Seaport Souvenirs tomorrow -

potential new buyers.

Can I tag along?

Why?

Research.

And I love souvenir shops.

I love finding keychains with my

name on it; gives me a thrill.

Fine, but no chiming in, please.

Oh, look, a story.

Bet these sell.

Good. We'll be different.

Ellie! Nice to meet you!

Thank you so much

for making time, Jack.

I know Christmas

is your busy season.

My pleasure.

Did you want to purchase?

Oh...

No, I'm good. Thanks.

Uh... Um... This is my...

I mean, this is Logan Osbourne.

Logan Osborne -

the travel writer?

- You know him, too?

- We're thrilled

that you're covering our little

New Hampshire Christmas.

My wife and I

are big fans of yours.

We follow you on social media.

So, should we talk candles?

Yeah. Right this way.

- Okay.

- Logan, are you coming?

Yeah.

Oh, and

keychains are on the house.

Take as many as you'd like.

In the air,

it's start to feel

Great stuff, Ellie, but our

customers prefer something

well, extraordinary

for Christmas.

You understand.

Of course.

Thanks anyway, John.

I'll be in touch.

Maybe you'll change your mind.

And Logan,

good luck with that article.

I can't wait to read it.

Great meeting you.

You two have a merry Christmas!

- Thanks.

- Thank you. Merry Christmas.

Everywhere, it's starting

to look like Christmas.

Don't.

Extraordinary.

You're back early.

Where's Logan? Ah.

Seaport was a bust.

Oh...

Don't worry.

We'll make it work.

We've survived worse.

Yeah, but this was Mom's legacy.

I feel like I'm letting her

down, like it's all my fault.

- You could never let her down.

- You're being nice.

I know she was disappointed

when I chose New York,

and I never helped her

make Christmas candles.

She wanted to pass on the torch

and I wasn't there.

She may have had hopes,

but she wanted you to

fulfill your dreams.

Oh...

I miss her.

Me too...

every day...

and especially now.

You know, I met her my first

Christmas in this country.

I'll never forget seeing her

for the first time in

the window of the cottage,

making that candle I had ordered

for Amma in Kochi.

I couldn't tell where

the flame began or ended.

She was just this...

beautiful kaleidoscope.

I could sure you some

of her light right now.

You were our light.

Thanks, Dad.

Hey, Andrew.

Hey. I have news from Nastia.

She picked Eric.

No, not... not, uh...

Not exactly.

Eric hasn't sent his in yet.

So, is this good news?

I would say it's horrific news.

Nastia tried your scent

and she had a complete

emotional breakdown.

I'm talking hyperventilating,

the whole nine yards.

I don't understand.

Apparently, she got

locked inside an Ikea

when she was a child,

and they found her hiding

under the blankets of a

pine bed set of all things.

This isn't happening.

Yes, yes, it is happening.

A couple of Ativans and a few

martinis later, she calmed down,

but I guess she's been in group

therapy for this for years.

Okay.

Anyway,

I covered for you, all right?

I told her that you accidentally

took your scent with you

and that you'd be sending it in.

No, but that was my scent.

I worked on it for months.

Well, you can't admit to

that because she'll...

She'll report you

for a chemical att*ck.

Okay, so, I have to make

an entirely new scent.

How much time do I have?

Before Christmas.

This is gonna take

a Christmas miracle.

Yeah, well, if anyone can do it,

you can, all right?

I'll have the labs

open for you 24/7.

No, no, I have to stay here.

I can manage.

Okay, okay.

Well, you see, the thing is

it's gotta smell

like Christmas, right?

It's gotta smell like Christmas.

Okay? Just make sure of that.

But not an actual

Christmas tree.

No, no, no! Not a Christmas

tree. Okay? It cannot...

Cannot smell

like a Christmas tree.

Let's stay away from that.

Okay, thanks, Andrew.

I'll get to work.

Look, I know this whole

thing is very strange,

it's very weird, but let's just

keep our eyes on the prize here.

Okay? Eyes on the prize

Paris.

Think about Paris.

Alright? I believe in you.

What smells like Christmas?

I saw the light

on from the house.

Yeah.

Mmm...

Your dad's hot cocoa?

Oh, yes, please.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Wait.

Do you think this

smells like Christmas?

I think it smells

like hot chocolate.

Yeah, yeah, of course.

- Working on a new candle?

- No perfume.

My boss called. Apparently,

Nastia got lost in IKEA as a kid

and now has PTSD

from a pine bedroom suite.

What?

Don't ask.

The point is I have

until Christmas Eve

to make a brand new perfume.

- Six days?

- Yeah.

Ah, that's okay.

Van Gogh painted Sunflowers

in four days

and Stallone wrote

Rocky in three days.

Masterpieces don't have

to take that long.

You're in good company.

I certainly am.

- What's this?

- Mm.

Some old wax I found

in my mom's storage.

Oh. Do you think you

can make any candles?

Maybe two.

Do you want to make a candle?

I would love to.

I mean, I'd be great research

for my article -

"Christmas by Candlelight."

Oh.

And I can prove to you

that distractions are good

for creative process.

Okay, fine, fine. I could use a

break from perfume making.

All right.

Okay. Take your coat off,

have a seat at the station.

I'll get you an apron.

Oh...

All right, here.

This should fit.

Uh, like this.

I need a little help.

Yeah, sure.

Um...

Um...

All right, so, now,

you are going to

pick up the wax,

and with this shaver...

shave it into the pot.

Whoa, whoa, Whoa. Slow down.

This is art.

What's this scent, anyway?

It wasn't labelled,

but maybe bayberry.

Um... do you mind?

No. Please.

Okay, let me show you something.

It's better if you

hold it like this, and then,

if you just put a

little bit of pressure...

Yeah, that's it.

Let it slide down the wax.

There we go.

All right, so, now,

we're gonna take

the wooden spoon,

gonna give it a stir.

- May I?

- Yeah, of course.

You'll feel it's

quite thick at the bottom.

You want to really

make sure all that heat...

I'm gonna get you to hold this.

But be careful.

Hold it by the handle

'cause it's gonna be very hot.

Okay.

Now, ladle...

this wax into...

There we go.

I am gonna hold

these wicks straight

and you're gonna,

very carefully,

pour the hot wax into this mold.

That's it.

Oh, very good.

Oh, I really trust you.

This is actually really fun.

Yeah. That's good.

Oh, perfect.

Perfect.

We just hold these straight.

Once they've cooled...

Wow.

Very good for a first try.

Follow me.

And here,

I'll let you do the honors.

Just make sure they're

perfectly balanced here.

And...

let them dry overnight.

Hm.

This is a long process.

The best things

in life usually are.

They take time

to follow through.

That's hard in the world of

instant gratification.

Well, patience is also an art.

How do you think candles

stood the test of time?

Well, my mom used to say candles

are a reflection of ourselves.

Here.

The wax is the body,

the wick is the mind,

and together they

give home to the flame -

the spark of life.

And the heart...

The heart is the candle's love.

And that's how it

defies darkness.

And why it stands

the test of time.

Each candle is different,

but they all serve

the same purpose.

Is that what makes

them special at Christmas?

Yeah, that...

That is what makes

them special at Christmas.

Um...

Candles are here to stay.

I'll put that in my article.

Yes, they have...

exceptional longevity.

Yeah, especially

that bayberry wax.

How old do you think that is?

Oh, of course.

Of course, of course.

It's been in front

of me the whole time.

Bayberry grows on the property.

This is it.

This is the missing ingredient.

Did we just make

Christmas candles?

I think so.

Sorry. I'm so excited.

I'm just happy I could help.

You know what?

I could use more of your help.

I have to make candles

for wassailing at the tavern.

Are you in?

Hmm... On two conditions.

One, I get to keep one,

and two, we get to go

wassailing afterwards.

Hmm...

Yes and yes.

Sit down. I'm gonna

give you some more wax.

I see how this is.

Yeah. Okay.

There's a season

I've always loved that song.

Wow. Are all those

one order?

Making wassailing extra special.

You got those done all so quick.

Well, I had some help, actually.

- Are the candles ready?

- Yeah.

I would have

helped you bring these in.

That's okay. Look.

So, what do you think, Jamar?

Can I add candlemaker

to my resume?

Very good. Better than me.

But wait. I have a real

Christmas surprise. Ready?

Are these Christmas candles?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

I found some extra wax

and Logan helped me

find the missing ingredient -

bayberry.

Bayberry, of course.

Oh...

Now, Christmas is complete.

And you can make more.

Oh yeah,

I've made some for Mindee,

and I've already

picked more bayberry

and have started the process

of turning it into wax.

Wait. Let's light 'em.

Oh, no, no. I don't want

to be late for Mindee.

Dad, are you riding with us?

I think I'll sit this one out,

what with my injured

wassailing hand and all.

Dad, you've always been

such a terrible liar.

What are you up to?

I'm just needing to do

some more decorating? Go.

Okay.

Enjoy your date.

- What?

- Oh, no, no.

It's not a date.

Yeah, it's certainly not a date.

- No.

- No.

No, no.

Two beautiful young people

out for a night of fun and

merriment, nothing like a date.

I don't know why I thought that.

Bye, Dad.

Joker.

Enjoy the wassailing.

Magic is falling

Straight from the sky

Covering everything

Glistening white

Jack Frost is fine...

This is a great turnout.

Yeah.

That must be the tourism board.

Very festive.

Really?

In ugly Christmas sweaters?

I thought they'd be wearing

suits or something.

Ugly?

I think it's quite stylish.

- Uh...

- Okay.

So, I guess it's a good thing

I didn't wear my light-up

reindeer ears.

A very good thing.

Okay.

I feel like we need

to liven things up.

Why don't you do

the Yuletide blessing?

Come on, you are a Bailey.

No way, Mindee.

Bah humbug to you.

You are just lucky

that I love these new

Christmas candles so much.

You're welcome.

Yuletide blessing?

When Portsmouth was

first being settled,

the Lord and Lady of every manor

would give a blessing to the people,

you know, going door to door,

singing carols, drinking cider.

Wow, a true Christmas tradition.

And my mom would

do it every year.

She was a total natural.

That's not me.

Hey, don't sell yourself short.

Only you could have

found bayberry.

I think the bayberry found me.

Alright, so, now that you've

made Christmas candles,

what's gonna be

your Christmas wish?

Ah! Romance.

You know, some of us just

want a successful career.

You know, you can have it all.

Hm. Not in my experience.

Oh, so bleak.

No. Look, I thought I had it,

fairy tale and all.

But let's just say my ex

preferred to be a free agent.

Skeptic candlemaker

doesn't trust them to

come back from the storm.

True statement?

Um, snow is pretty,

but it clouds the judgment.

I find tropical

climates more practical.

So, why not do both?

That's what I do. A nomad.

But don't you ever get

lonely on the road?

No. I guess I've always been a

grass is greener kind of guy.

And I know better,

you know, grass is just grass.

But you know, when you're

always on the move,

relationships are hard.

And you never want

a place to call home?

Someday, when I find it.

But imagine

what you could accomplish

if you stayed in one place.

You know, the grass

becomes a garden.

I bet you'd find that novel idea

a lot easier if you did.

Ellie, I think great stories

are like love -

you don't go looking for them;

they'll find you.

Oh, they're leaving!

What do I do?

Comp them more drinks?

Dance a ceremonial jig?

Calm down. Uh...

I'm just saying,

if your mom were here,

she would say the blessing,

tell a great story,

and bring down the house.

Um...

Uh...

what are you doing?

I'm not sure.

Oh!

I am so sorry!

I'll give this right back.

Uh...

Um...

The Lady of Bayberry Hill

wishes to bestow a blessing.

May love and joy come to you

on this eve of wassailing.

Drink from my cup!

Whoo!

And may Yuletide blessings

shower you and yours

as the falling snow.

May your voices rise up

and song to the heavens.

Um...

Here we come

a-wassailing

Among the leaves

so green

Here we come

a-wand'ring

So fair to be seen

Love and joy

come to you

And to you

your wassail too

And God bless you

and send you

A happy New Year

And God send you

A happy New Year

Whoo!

Oh my gosh.

Wow.

This was one of my mom's

Christmas traditions.

I can't believe

my dad did all this.

I love your family traditions.

It's nice.

Yeah.

Imagine when they used

to use real candles

to decorate these trees.

But I bet it was

a lot less safe.

Yeah.

Hey, do you want to

go for a drive tomorrow?

I have to check my schedule.

Oh.

Such a busy lady.

Well, I've got so many orders to

fulfil now, thanks to you.

Well, I hope you like antiques.

Hi, welcome.

- How can I help you?

- Hi.

I'm Logan Osborne.

I believe I spoke

to you over the phone.

- Right, about the candlesticks.

- Yeah.

- All-righty.

- Oh.

- What do you think?

- Oh my...

Well, this is very interesting.

This is...

clearly very special.

Would you be willing

to sell or trade?

I don't know.

Maybe an engagement ring?

- Oh, no, no.

- Oh, no, no, no.

Actually, they're

a family heirloom.

Her family's from around here.

Really? The silversmith

didn't make many pieces,

but they were all a variety.

But do you know his name?

Yeah. Um, Bailey,

Benjamin Bailey.

You know him?

- I'm related.

- Oh, well, that's wonderful.

Yeah.

Listen, let me go on the back.

Sometimes you can find pieces

and found lists, registries.

Let me take a look.

Okay. Thank you.

I can't believe

these candlesticks

go back to Abigail and Benjamin.

No, seriously,

I thought 1940s tops.

My mom would be

over the moon right now.

Aren't you glad you came?

Yes.

Well, like I said,

not many pieces.

This is a list of

everything that's registered.

But this is just

a series of numbers.

Is there any way of finding

out what the objects are?

I'm afraid not.

Well, we're looking specifically

for a locket with a

Christmas tree engraved on it.

Do you think any of these might

be it?

Uh, maybe.

There's just no way of knowing.

Well, this is still

incredible to have.

Thank you so much.

My family makes candles as an

homage to the Candle Couple.

I love that story.

Oh, it just...

It gives me faith that...

anything is possible

at Christmas.

Here, please.

Oh, that's so kind of you.

Thank you so much.

Of course.

Yeah, there's something

about that scent,

it just reminds me of Christmas.

Mmm...

The warm bayberry

mixed with the cool metal.

Thank you, Logan.

Wait a minute.

Oh, sounds like you have a lead.

Uh, yeah. I don't know

if this will help,

but Benjamin's shop

was in Richmond Hill,

and the Old Inn -

that's right - um,

they might have records of

Benjamin or his work.

The gentleman who owns the place

a history fanatic,

and he has an

awful lot of documents

and record books.

- We've gotta go.

- Okay. Okay.

- Thank you.

- Okay!

- Thank you.

- Thank you so much.

- You're welcome. Good luck.

- Merry Christmas.

- Thank you. Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas and thank you.

Welcome. Can I get you a drink?

I recommend Washington's eggnog.

- As in George Washington?

- Is there another?

His very own Christmas recipe.

Oh. Two, please.

I am going to join you

and make it three.

- All right.

- For you.

And for you.

And for me makes three.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Now I know how they stayed warm

on the b*ttlefield.

Why, yes, sir.

And the rest, as they say,

is history.

You two need menus?

Um, actually, we're here digging

up some local history.

Well, you came

to the right place;

my family has owned this tavern

since it was built in the 1700s.

Well, a silversmith

made this around 1880.

His maker's mark is on the back.

- May I?

- Please.

He had a shop in Richmond Hill.

His name was Benjamin Bailey.

If I recall, the Baileys used to

own Bayberry Hill in Portsmouth.

She's a Bailey.

We're trying to find out

more about her ancestry.

A Bailey, huh?

Ah, come with me.

I'll show you the good stuff.

You can come, too.

Follow me.

Right down here.

Watch your step.

Well, you should be able

to find more information

about Bailey... down here.

Oh...

I'm also writing an

article about a young couple

that got married

on Christmas Day.

The story goes that the groom

got lost in a snowstorm

and the bride literally

a Christmas candle

to guide him home.

Do you know anything about that?

Well, we have a few stories of

men lost in snowstorms.

You're welcome to search,

if you have the

perseverance to find it.

Please, join us

when you're done.

Thank you.

- Yeah, thanks.

- Have fun.

If you need anything,

name's Elijah.

You know, the Christmas party

sounds a lot more fun.

Oh, no, no, no.

You brought us here.

We should try.

Maybe we'll find

something interesting.

Yeah, okay.

Come on.

- Ooh!

- Come here. Let me help you.

Thank you.

What is that?

It's a song sheet about...

candlesticks.

"Oh through the snow

"and darkest of night,

"The Candlestick Man fell

to the cold winter's blight.

"Struck down to his knees,

his flame near extinguished,

"The locket he made,

he let go and relinquished."

Do you think this is about

Benjamin and Abigail?

Let's find Elijah.

I remember this song.

This could be about

a real person.

Most of the ones written

in this era were.

What era is that?

Oh, 1860s...

maybe '70s.

It was a popular pub song,

especially at Christmas.

It has to be about

Benjamin and Abigail.

I mean, it even

talks about the locket.

Too bad we didn't

have the locket

and could just check

at the maker's mark.

I mean, otherwise,

this is all wishful thinking.

Well, if you're looking

for a story about a locket,

you should go to

Mrs. Waterford's.

It was a boarding house

between here and Portsmouth.

They have a beautiful

holiday light walk.

Weekends only.

One of their displays

is a locket of love.

Maybe it'll help your search.

When is your article due?

December 24th.

We can make it.

Thank you so much.

- My pleasure.

- Thank you.

Merry Christmas.

- Cheers.

- Good luck.

Bottoms up.

Mmm. Yeah.

Ooh, that'll put

hair on your chest.

- Yeah!

- Thank you!

- Don't drive.

- Thank you.

Good morning!

Morning.

Are we ready to

land a new client?

Yes I am.

All right. So,

who are we meeting with?

Jane Mitchell

from Rocaway Resorts.

Oh. Um... What about

the Christmas candles?

Oh, no, Rocaway is

very high-end;

they're not

interested in stories.

So, I am just going to

stick to the basics.

Okay then.

Oh, by the way, I talked to

my buddy about your locket.

I emailed him a copy

of the auction photo.

I'm hoping he can

track down some details.

Oh, I hope so.

I'm rooting for them.

Yeah, I'm hoping he

can give us a lead.

Yeah.

- How does everything look?

- Oh, great.

I don't know why,

I'm so nervous.

Don't be.

Mr. Busbee?

Jane normally does

the buying for my resorts,

but after your... intriguing

performance at wassailing,

I thought I'd come down and...

check out a little

local history for myself.

You're Rocaway Resorts.

I prefer Raymond.

Raymond. Absolutely.

It's so nice to see you again.

Um, please, right this way.

So, as you can see,

we have a variety of candles

in various scents

and colors, for every season.

They are all are all

non-toxic, and vegan,

and cruelty-free.

Everything we make here

is done on the premises,

as it has been, uh, for...

I am so sorry to interrupt.

But I just found these

last two candles -

the historical bayberry candles.

I'm writing an article about

them for Travelique Magazine.

- Is that right?

- Mm-hmm.

I've heard about you.

Oh, but Ellie,

you want to tell him the story?

I know the story.

But have you heard the truth?

Ellie?

Well, my family comes from a

long line of candlemakers.

Abigail Bailey was the first,

and she would make

bayberry candles

and give them to

everyone in town,

and the legend is that bayberry

holds magic that makes

Christmas wishes come true.

Ah, the Lady of Bayberry Hill.

I didn't know you were magic,

as well as clumsy.

Oh, well, the magic comes

from the candles;

the clumsiness is all me, unfortunately.

Go on.

Well, a couple were separated

by a terrible snowstorm right

before they were to be married.

On Christmas Day.

- Of course.

- Right.

Everyone feared the worst,

but the bride

had unwavering faith

that her groom would return.

So, she lights a candle.

Yes,

but not just any candle.

She lit a bayberry candle

and she made a wish.

It inspired the whole town.

They all light their

bayberry candles

to help him find his way.

And on Christmas Eve,

he returned

and married

the love of his life.

And your saying this Abigail,

your ancestor,

was the bride in the story

and the reason why

your family makes candles.

I am.

Hmm.

Well, true or not, it does make

you believe in Christmas magic.

If there's

one thing I've learned

in the hotel business

is that fantasy sells -

resorts or candles.

I'm in.

Package these with the story.

Who wouldn't love a Christmas

wish with their candle?

I can pair it with a coupon

for cider at Portsmouth Tavern.

Absolutely.

That is a great idea.

It's good cider.

I've worn it myself.

I am so sorry about that.

Take a bow.

You were right.

The story sold the candles.

Hmm?

I won't boast too much.

But maybe just one...

"I told you so."

I deserve it.

Don't think I didn't notice.

The love.

In your eyes.

When you're making candles?

It's different than

when you're making perfume.

So, what are you trying to say?

I'm saying you should

follow your heart.

Oh, like you?

Bouncing around

wherever your heart desires?

Sounds like more of

a fear of commitment.

Ouch.

Why stay where you're unhappy?

How do you know I'm unhappy?

At the risk of sounding

like a pretentious writer...

Hmm?

Nothing could hold a flame

to the light in your eyes when

you are making a candle.

Um...

We still need to light those.

Yeah, definitely.

See if Christmas

wishes come true.

Okay.

So, what did you wish for?

Candle company is back on track.

That's true. Um...

I guess finding the perfect

Christmas perfume,

but I think I already have,

So, I guess I'm wishing for...

um...

I wish that...

I'm wishing, um,

that my new perfume

gets me my promotion.

What did you wish for?

I wished to finish my novel.

Well, I hope we both

get our Christmas wishes.

Oh, you didn't.

- Oh, yeah, I did.

- Oh!

It looks so good, though.

So, what do you think?

Will Mrs. Waterford unlock

the mystery once and for all?

I hope so.

I'm looking forward to it.

Yeah, me too.

Okay,

I'm gonna find the best tree

and you're gonna

help me decorate it.

I can't.

Really? Why not?

Does it have anything

to do with a certain writer?

I knew you two would hit it off!

- We're friends.

- Really?

'Cause your dad says he's

coming to Christmas dinner.

No, no.

He's helping me make candles

and I'm helping

him with his article

on the Candle Couple, that's it.

Well, I still like

the sound of it.

Seriously, it's like the universe

is gifting you

your very own Christmas romance.

Just like

the famous candle couple.

Follow your heart, Ellie.

Come on, it's Christmas!

So I know you're

technically still working,

but I just really want

to celebrate

your new Christmas scent.

No, it's perfect timing.

It's just cooling.

- Great, then let's celebrate.

- Okay, yes!

Nice.

- To success.

- To success.

- Mmm.

- Let's go by the fire.

Okay.

So prepared.

So do you want to try it?

Um, I'm more of a cologne guy.

I think my robust masculinity

might drown out the smell.

It's sweet.

With a hint of cool.

That's the part you inspired.

When we were at the silversmith,

you said that bayberry

and silver

reminded you of Christmas,

and so it inspired me

to mix bayberry

with a cool metallic edge.

I'm calling it Bayberry Hill.

That's great.

Too bad nobody will know

its origin story.

What? Why?

You created it.

Yeah, but this is

Nastia's company,

I'm just a small part of

her empire.

You are way more than that.

And you should claim it,

it's your family legacy.

I mean, sure, it stings,

But what can I do?

We both know the truth.

That's all that matters, right?

As long as you're happy, I am.

Oh.

You are a popular guy.

Social media never stops.

That scent is great.

I think you're going to Paris.

You're very confident.

Some things you can just feel, right?

Yeah, I guess.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- I made egg nog.

- I'll be in in a minute.

Your mother loved this tree.

Do you remember that one

Christmas where you woke up

and you thought all the presents

were gone?

Yeah! And she put them under

this tree.

And we all sat around on

Christmas morning

and opened presents.

Dad, Mom said Abigail

and Benjamin got married

under an evergreen.

Do you think it was this one?

Not sure.

It would be my pick.

Raymond Busbee made a huge order

for next year.

Your Mom would be so proud

of you.

I feel like she's been with me

this whole time.

Guiding me.

Oh.

- Oh, it's Andrew!

- Egg nog will keep.

Okay.

Hey, Andrew!

Are you ready for the best

Christmas gift

you could possibly imagine?

December 23rd,

remember this day.

Everybody loves Bayberry Hill.

Especially Nastia.

So does that mean...

I would say "Start packing"

in French,

but I don't speak French,

so I'll just say start packing.

Oh my God!

This is really happening!

We'll work out

all the details in January,

but you nailed it, and I want

you to take some time,

relax, enjoy yourself,

because you earned it.

Thank you, Andrew!

Merry Christmas.

So I heard you got your wish.

Jamar told me.

Yeah. I guess.

It's so beautiful here.

Those triangles look familiar.

What are the odds?

They can't be.

That's the maker's mark,

the lock has gotta be here.

Oh man.

And you.

Logan.

- Oh.

- Hello.

You two here to get good luck

from the Lover's Locket?

- Oh, no.

- No.

Actually, we just wanted to

learn more about it.

- Oh.

- My name is Ellie.

This is Logan.

I'm actually from Portsmouth

and I've never heard about this.

I'm Agnes, and I don't

really advertise.

It's a story from long ago

that my family celebrates

every Christmas.

A traveler was stuck

in a snow storm.

My great-great grandparents.

Found him and took him in.

He offered them money but they

wouldn't accept it.

They just wished him well for

his safe return.

That night, my great-great

grandmother

was cleaning the bedding,

and she found the most beautiful

silver locket,

with a note.

You wouldn't happen to have

the note?

Oh, no, sadly lost to time.

But do you remember what

it said?

I do, the traveler said,

"I can never repay you

"for giving me the most precious

gift of all,

"my safe return

to the love of my life.

"Will you please accept this

small token of my gratitude?

"It came from my heart,

please keep it in yours."

Do you remember his name?

No, sadly, also lost to time.

Would you like to see it?

- Yes.

- Yes, please.

What if Benjamin and Abigail

are the candle couple?

You would be the descendant

of the greatest Christmas

romance ever.

- I'm nervous, Logan.

- Why?

Because I don't want her

to be wrong.

Oh, even if she got some of

the fact's wrong,

Benjamin's maker's mark is here.

I'm not talking about Agnes.

Charles and Dickens.

God rest their souls.

- It's not here.

- What?

The maker's mark is not here,

I don't understand.

Why do you have it on the fence

if it's not on the locket?

Uh, come again, dear?

The two triangles over there,

why...

Triangle? That's just a

Christmas tree.

Is this even silver?

That is the Lover's Locket,

I need to put it away again.

Wait, this doesn't make

any sense.

Why would she have two triangles

all lit up?

She... she said it was a

Christmas tree.

No, no, I don't believe it.

The song, her story.

The locket.

The candlesticks!

It just doesn't add up!

Well, you know, sometimes we

want to believe the fantasy

so badly that we don't see

things clearly.

It's fine, you still have enough

for your article.

This isn't just about

my article.

This is about you, too.

I want you to know where

you came from.

Logan, honestly, thank you.

I mean it, thank you so much

for what you've tried to do

for me and my family, but...

I think we've reached

the end here.

On the bright side,

you still have Paris.

I actually forgot about it.

You don't sound excited.

Come on, it's the city

of lights.

But I think I like the light

right here.

Me too.

I'm sorry, I have to take this.

- Yeah, of course.

- Okay.

Hey, Andrew, what's up?

Ellie, what is going on?

At first I thought this was

a coincidence,

but then R finds this:

"Ellie's exclusive Bayberry Hill

candles."

Are you packaging this scent

by yourself?

- What?

- Who is Logan Osborne

and why has he posted this

picture of you

where you're with this candle,

and some whole story

about how the candles grant

Christmas wishes or something?

- Logan posted about it online?

- Yeah, he posted it!

And Nastia now thinks that

you're using her

to promote your own products.

Oh, no, no,

I would never do that.

Please just tell Nastia

this is a big misunderstanding.

Well, I'll try,

but she's furious.

I think you can just forget

about Paris.

Andrew, please, I will fix this,

I will get the posts

taken down immediately.

- I'll see what I can do.

- Okay, thank you.

Is everything okay?

You posted about the Christmas

candles online? Why?

Yeah, I teased it in my stories,

I got a ton of messages

about it,

I was trying to promote sales.

Yeah, but now my company thinks

I'm stealing

my own idea from them.

But it's yours!

This is an opportunity.

- I was trying to help.

- No, no, this...

This is a disaster.

Okay, Ellie, this is not

what I wanted, and...

I lost Paris,

and possibly my job.

Please, please just take

the posts down.

- I need to do damage control.

- Ellie, I'm so sorry.

- I was not thinking...

- I know, I know.

You were just thinking about

your own story, it's fine.

You'll be off on your next assignment,

and I'm just left

picking up the pieces

- of what's left of my life.

- Ellie! Ellie!

Listen.

Surely, they'll see this is just

a big misunderstanding, okay?

And they'll see the light

on this.

There is no light on this, Logan.

That's the thing about candles.

They burn out.

Ellie... Ellie!

Ellie.

Wrapping presents

is usually fun.

We have sad Christmas music on?

I did not even know that existed.

Sorry, I'm distracted.

Where's Logan?

I have no idea.

So obviously I'm totally on

your side, but...

He did help your sales.

Jamar said he got orders from

the Christmas candle

from all over the country.

Tell me that's not your Mom's

Christmas wish come true.

Yeah, it just cost me Paris and

possibly my career.

Ellie, have you ever thought

that maybe

there's something else

out there for you?

Something better?

Okay, I'm just gonna say this,

'cause you're my friend,

but you have been different

since you've been back

this trip.

- Oh, come on.

- It's true!

Ever since you met Logan.

He got me to believe.

I don't hate him, Mindee.

I hate that I miss him.

Well, what's wrong with that?

A heart is not like a job,

once it breaks, it's broken,

and there is no putting the

pieces back together.

Maybe not.

Tell him how you feel.

What's the point?

We're both headed in different directions.

Life isn't a fairy tale.

You can't just wish on a candle

and expect everything

to be okay.

Your Mom used to tell us

that it was faith that made

Christmas wishes come true.

And the candle was just

the spark.

Mrs. Waterford?

Andrew. Hi.

I got all the posts taken down

and I've refunded all the candles.

- We need to talk.

- Nastia?

Nastia, I am so sorry,

I can explain.

I do love this scent, yet you

have a candle you're selling.

Yes, yes.

The Bayberry candle

is a Christmas tradition

in our family.

We've been making it for generations.

Well, it's very clear to me

you should not be making perfume.

Are you f*ring me?

I read Logan Osborne's article.

I loved it.

It was the most romantic

Christmas story

I have ever heard.

I'm a firm believer in

sir-endipity.

Yeah, me too...

Ser-endipity.

Zip it!

Anyway, I've been wanting to

move into home decor,

and I think these candles

would be perfect.

- You want to sell my candle?

- As a partnership.

Unless you want the lights

of Paris.

Um, no, no!

The lights of Portsmouth

are just as beautiful.

Yes, I would love a partnership.

Wonderful. Here's Andrew, okay?

I've gotta get to a sh**t.

Thank you, Nastia.

Merry Christmas.

I don't know if you ended up

making a wish

on those Christmas candles,

but this definitely is

a miracle.

Actually, I did.

Congratulations, it came true.

I'll set a meeting in January to

go over all the details.

Okay. Thank you, Andrew.

Merry Christmas.

Hey, you enjoy your

Christmas Eve.

Um...

Nastia wants to partner with us.

- What?!

- What?

So you're officially taking over

the candle business?

I knew something better was

out there for you!

This was your mother's dream

for you.

I guess Christmas wishes

do come true.

Thanks to Logan.

Have you been able to reach him?

It goes straight to voicemail.

He left in such a hurry,

I thought he was upset.

I was worried about him.

What exactly did you say to him?

Something terrible.

I was wrong.

I need to explain it to him.

Did he say where he was going?

No, just thanked me

and walked out.

Left the keys and everything.

He needs to find his way

back home.

I need to show him.

Uh, I'll go.

Abigail lit a candle to guide

Benjamin back to her.

Bring Logan back to me.

I hope history repeats itself.

Yeah. Yeah,

The first post of the Bayberry

Hill Candle Company.

I tagged Logan,

and everyone else in town,

just in case.

Good.

Okay, maybe your Dad needs some

help in the kitchen.

- I'll be in in a minute.

- Okay.

Not too long though,

that storm is coming in quick.

Okay.

Ellie, don't go.

Dad, I have to.

Not without a coat!

Logan!

Ellie!

You came back.

Wait, you didn't walk, did you?

No, just up the road.

My truck hit a snow bank

and I couldn't see anything.

I thought I lost you.

Where were you?

I went to get you

a Christmas gift.

What?

Wait.

Is this...?

Read the inscription.

"Dear Abigail, our flame

weathers any storm.

"Love, Benjamin."

The story is true, Ellie.

But how did you find this?

I went back to talk to Agnes

about the locket,

something just didn't add up.

She admitted she sold the locket

online years ago.

The one she showed us,

she had engraved

just so she could sell tickets.

So I charmed her into giving me

the real buyer's info,

and I asked them about

the maker's mark.

It was two triangles.

Merry Christmas, Ellie.

I am so sorry about everything.

No, I'm sorry, I was wrong.

I don't want Paris.

I want Portsmouth.

But what about your perfume?

Nastia read your post

and she loved the Abigail and

Benjamin story.

I just never thought in

a million years

I would want

to be a candle maker.

You're so much more than

a candle maker, Ellie.

You're the light.
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