My Secret Santa (2025)
Director: Michael Rohl
Writers: Ron Oliver, Carley Smale
Stars: Alexandra Breckenridge (Taylor Jacobson, Hugh Mann, Santa Claus) Ryan Eggold (Matthew Layne), Madison MacIsaac (Zoey), Barry Levy (Robert), Diana Maria Riva (Doralee), Tia Mowry (Natasha Burton), Adam Beauchesne (Kenny), Dominic Fox (Jimmy), Nathan Kay (Connor), William C. Vaughan (Eric)
Release dates: December 3, 2025 (Netflix)
Plot: The film is a modern holiday romance with a Mrs. Doubtfire-style twist. Taylor Jacobson (Alexandra Breckenridge), a devoted single mom, loses her job right before Christmas. Desperate to pay for her daughter’s elite snowboarding camp, she discovers that employees at a luxury ski resort receive a 50% discount on the program.
The only available position is as the seasonal Santa Claus. With the help of her brother and his partner, Taylor disguises herself as a man named “Hugh Mann” to get the job.
At the resort, she meets and works with Matthew Layne (Ryan Eggold), the kind and charming manager and son of the resort owner. As they team up to save the resort’s Christmas festivities, a romance begins to spark. The situation becomes complicated as Taylor struggles to maintain her “Hugh Mann” disguise while falling for Matthew, leading to a series of comedic mix-ups.
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Gig Work in a Santa Suit
Netflix has turned the Christmas movie into a subscription service for feelings: you click, you get snow, cocoa, and a woman on the edge of insolvency who somehow learns that the real miracle is personal growth on a tight budget. My Secret Santa doesn’t even pretend to escape that mold; it just adds a fake beard and a latex neck wattle, then pretends it has reinvented the form. The picture is so up to date it could have been generated from search terms—“single mom,” “resort romance,” “heartwarming,” “Santa”—though somewhere inside the algorithm there’s a very human longing to pay off a credit card bill.
The heroine, Taylor Jacobson (Alexandra Breckenridge), used to front a rock band and now fronts the American service economy. She’s a single mother whose life looks reasonably pleasant as long as you never imagine a bank balance; she has a daughter, Zoey, who’s just talented enough at skiing to make the family finances feel like a moral failing. Zoey wants an elite camp, Taylor wants to keep the lights on, and the movie wants this to sound plucky rather than despairing. Losing a job here isn’t a crisis of class or policy. It’s an invitation to put on a costume and treat economic panic as a meet-cute opportunity.
Michael Rohl, who has directed enough television to keep half the streaming universe supplied, shoots the film the way you photograph a department-store window—flat, bright, and safely inoffensive. The ski resort where Taylor hunts for seasonal work might as well be a screensaver: slopes in the background, tasteful wreaths indoors, no visible labor besides the small group of speaking parts. It’s a fantasy of luxury that never asks how the towels get washed. Into this glossy snow globe walks Taylor, who, blocked from the “cheer coordinator” job she wants, gets the inspired terrible idea to become the resort Santa instead. The obstacle is that the resort wants an old man; the solution is that she has a brother who can do makeup, and the movie has seen Mrs. Doubtfire.
The disguise—Hugh Mann, which is the script’s idea of a pun and a theme—is a full-body joke with no punchline. Taylor dons a bald cap, wig, beard, and prosthetics that look only slightly more convincing than what you’d see in a mall photo booth, yet the film needs everyone around her to be mysteriously unobservant. That blindness is part of the tradition; drag comedies always count on people failing to see what’s in front of them. Here, though, the blindness extends to the filmmakers. They never seem to notice that their premise is more interesting than their plot, that watching a financially cornered woman walk the world as an old man might expose something about who gets taken seriously in public spaces.
Breckenridge works hard to give that idea life. As Taylor, she’s brisk and worried, doing silent math every time someone says “ski camp” or “late fee”; inside the Santa suit her posture stiffens, her walk widens, and she drops her voice an octave while still letting little flashes of maternal warmth sneak through. The performance has a wry self-awareness—Taylor isn’t just impersonating a man, she’s impersonating the way sitcoms think grandfathers behave. When she leans in to soothe a nervous child, the scene almost achieves a peculiar emotional double exposure: one person, two roles, both sincere. The movie hurries past it to get back to the antics.
As Matthew, the resort owner’s son, Ryan Eggold supplies the Netflix house brand of male romantic interest: handsome, slightly rumpled, apparently nice. Matthew has a vaguely defined sense of failure about his life in the family business, a nostalgia for abandoned dreams, and a habit of opening up to Santa without asking why this particular Santa sounds like a woman who used to sing in a band. The relationship between Matthew and Taylor, once she’s out of the suit, feels preapproved rather than earned; they’re less a couple than a casting decision. The movie nudges them together because that’s what people have paid to see, not because anything unruly passes between them.
The mother-daughter material is less canned. Madison MacIsaac’s Zoey has the jumpy alertness of a child who already understands that money is a problem adults don’t like to name. When Taylor insists everything is “handled,” the girl’s doubtful glance gives the scene a small charge. There’s a sharper holiday picture hiding in that glance—a story about aspiration and debt, about kids trained to think of opportunity as something you buy at premium price. Rohl’s film keeps dodging this. It prefers the soft-focus reassurance that, for good people, the universe will rustle up a solution by Christmas Eve.
The film treats the resort’s reckless hiring practices as part of that magic. No background checks, no clear chain of responsibility, just a woman in disguise handed an all-access pass to other people’s children. Earlier generations of holiday comedy might have leaned into the queasy absurdity of that set-up, turned it into satire. Here it’s a point of pride, like fast shipping. Netflix Christmas titles have adopted a cheery corporate faith: systems may be broken, but the right individual, working very hard and behaving nicely, will find the loophole that leads to bliss.
What’s missing is the sting that made the best drag comedies genuinely funny. Tootsie understood that Michael Dorsey, as Dorothy, played a role that exposed everything rotten about how men behaved with women, and then made him pay for that knowledge. Taylor’s foray into Santa-dom doesn’t change her view of the world so much as exhaust her. She runs from shift to shift, lies to her daughter, evades discovery, and then, once the plot has wrung enough farce from the charade, gets the standard reward package: romance, understanding, a conveniently timed professional opportunity. The disguise leaves no bruises.
My Secret Santa is pleasant enough if you half-watch it while doing online returns. It sprinkles jokes, offers a few nicely timed reaction shots, and supplies the expected cathartic speech near the tree. What lingers, though, isn’t joy; it’s the sense of a film that keeps tiptoeing up to something thornier—the way we treat older people, the way we ignore working women, the way children absorb their parents’ money fears—and then backing away in favor of cocoa. The suit comes off, equilibrium returns, and Netflix quietly queues up the next story about someone who can’t afford their life.
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My Secret Santa (2025) | Transcript
[“Santa, Can’t You Hear Me” playing]
♪ Keep the snow and sleigh rides ♪
♪ Keep those silver bells ♪
♪ Keep the gifts beneath the tree ♪
♪ Give them to someone else ♪
♪ Keep that magic snowman ♪
♪ Keep those twinkly lights ♪
♪ Keep the reindeer
My heart already knows how to fly ♪
♪ Keep the mistletoe ♪
♪ Unless below is what I need ♪
♪ Oh Santa, can’t you hear me? ♪
[song ends]
[whimsical music plays]
Found another one.
What’s wrong with it?
Look at Santa’s face.
He is clearly depressed.
[cookie clatters]
Does someone need a little time off from the old cookie factory?
[giggles]
Yeah, living large off of my Christmas bonus? Yes, I do.
Ms. Jacobson.
Mr. Clotz.
May I speak with you for a moment?
Certainly.
[gasps]
Taylor, you may not know this, but demand for store-bought Christmas cookies has reached a disturbing low.
Oh!
[Mr. Clotz] Unfortunately, Clotz Cookies needs to downsize.
Wait. Are… are you firing me?
I’m afraid so.
No, no, no. No, Mr. Clotz.
Please. [spluttering] I can’t afford to lose my job.
My daughter and I are barely making it as it is.
Listen, I’m afraid there’s just never a good time for this sort of thing.
So you picked Christmas?
I’m so sorry.
[soft music plays]
[van engine rattling]
[sighs]
[sighing deeply]
[soft music continues]
[door closing]
[floor squeaking] Oh, sh…
[muffled Christmas music plays]
[door opening]
[woman] Ms. Jacobson?
[sighs] Hi, Doralee.
No. Don’t “Hi, Doralee” me.
You’re late with the rent again.
I’m sorry, okay?
I had to put a new carburetor in my van, and Zoey wants a new snowboard for Christmas.
What is that? Do you hear that?
What?
Sounds like not my problem in the key of…
[sings] …I don’t care.
Rent is due on the first of the month, and you’ve been late four months in a row.
I’m gonna get it to you by the end of the week, I promise.
[girl screams]
Zoey?
The daughter in distress thing is getting old.
[Taylor] Zoey?
Zoey!
[Zoey squealing] I got in!
Zoey?
Mom, I got in!
You… you got what now?
Look.
You got what? “You…”
“You have been accepted to the Sun Peaks Snowboard Academy”?
[laughing] Honey, you didn’t tell me about this.
I didn’t wanna say anything in case I didn’t get in.
This is amazing. I’m so proud of you.
It’s like the best snowboarding school in all of the country.
Yeah.
What’s that number?
Um… [smacks lips] I think that’s the tuition fee.
Oh.
That’s a lot of zeroes.
Yeah, I really didn’t think it was gonna be that much.
It’s okay.
I’m gonna figure it out.
I’m gonna figure it out.
Trust me.
[sighs] It’s okay, Mom.
I don’t even really wanna go.
It’s not even that good of a school.
So, it’s fine.
I have some homework I’m gonna do. So, you know…
But I…
I’m gonna go and do that.
It’s honestly okay, Mom.
[Taylor] Okay.
I love you.
Love you.
Well, um…
[mumbling]
[“Hark! The Herald Angels Sing” playing]
So, what do you think?
Hmm. I don’t know.
Could probably give you a buck each.
What? That’s it?
You got a lot of stuff but nothing really all that valuable.
Except maybe for this one.
[clerk] You know The Screaming Kittens?
[man] Yeah. You kidding?
I grew up in this town.
These guys were legends.
[scoffs] Come on.
They only made, like, one album.
Yeah, but that one album rocks.
Have you even heard this thing?
Check this out. The lead singer, she’s a total badass, amazing voice.
And there was just something about her, you know?
[light music plays]
Anyway, the Screaming Kittens actually inspired me to pick up guitar and learn to sing.
You sing?
[man] A little.
I mean, not as good as her, but…
Wait a minute.
This is you.
Used to be.
That’s her, man. This is you.
You’re… You’re Taylor Jacobson.
[chuckling] What are you… How…
What happened to the blue hair?
I grew out of it.
Darn. And, uh, what about the band?
[scoffing] Grew out of that too.
Really? So what do you do now?
Apparently, I’m talking to strange men in used record stores.
[sighs]
Good for you.
Sorry.
[Taylor] It’s okay.
All right, how much?
[clerk] Hundred bucks for the box.
A hundred…
Sorry. Sorry.
Hi. Strange man in a record store.
Did you say 100 bucks for the…
This is a collector’s item.
I mean, I don’t mean to intrude, but I…
I think you’re worth more than that.
Well, thank you.
[clerk] Okay, 150.
And thank you. Bye.
See ya.
[doorbell jingling]
Should I go after her?
I believe so.
Okay.
Hey, Screaming Kittens. Hey.
I was just on my way out too.
That’s so weird.
[both chuckling]
Ever think about getting the band back together?
What? No, no.
I… I have a daughter now.
Oh.
You can’t really be a rock star and a mom at the same time.
Says who?
Uh… Me, from experience.
Fair enough.
Hey, I was wondering if you could help me with something.
How’s that?
I haven’t been back in town in years.
And maybe you know a place to get a good cup of hot chocolate?
My treat.
We could debate guitar solos and, ooh, favorite Christmas songs.
Oh. [laughs] Does this sort of thing usually work for you?
All the time. It’s not working right now, but it often does.
No, no, no. Look, I appreciate the effort.
I really do.
But I’m…
Married?
[Taylor] No.
No.
[Taylor] No, I’m not married. I just…
My life is kind of a balancing act right now, and I… I’m just not dating.
So don’t take it personally or anything.
[chuckles] If it helps, we don’t have to call it a date.
Just call it two people drinking hot chocolate.
Okay, there’s a bistro at the end of the block.
Yeah.
They make a great hot chocolate.
So then…
If you…
Me.
For you.
I could go.
[Taylor] You could go.
Got it.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
[soft chuckle]
[exaggerated howling]
You do know Halloween’s over, right?
[man] Not if you love horror movies.
We start building our costumes November 1st.
November 1st. I know.
You guys are adorable.
Anyways, I did manage to get two interviews.
Uh-huh.
Oh.
And I’ve been asking around town for leads.
But no one is hiring until the new year, you know? And her class starts in a week.
I barely have enough money for rent.
I need to come up with the tuition.
Hey, what’s a big brother for?
I can lend you some cash, no problem.
[sighing] Okay.
Ooh! That could be a problem.
It’s…
Look, Zoey’s a smart kid.
I’m sure she’ll understand how things are.
I know. But she’s had to understand how things are since she learned to walk.
Sometimes it feels like we’ve been in survival mode her entire life.
I just…
I don’t want to disappoint her again.
I’m gonna come up with the tuition money.
Even if I have to sell off one of my organs, she’s gonna go to that school.
You might want to hold on to your kidney.
Have you seen this?
“50% off tuition…”
What?
“…for employees of Sun Peaks Ski Resort.”
50% off? I could swing that.
Uh, except for one minor detail.
I don’t work at Sun Peaks.
[upbeat Christmas music playing]
♪ Christmastime… ♪
[owner] What do you mean Santa Claus quit?
Joe Cranston’s been our Santa for a dozen Christmases.
Our guests love him.
Mr. Cranston decided that Christmas was the most fitting time to retire.
What? It was bad enough when our general manager ran off with that Latvian ski instructor.
Now this?
Fix it!
Yes, sir.
Um, actually, I was hoping to talk to you about the general manager position if you had…
[owner] Oh! This is beautiful!
[woman] Yes, sir, but…
Christmas at this ski resort is our most profitable time of the year.
Natasha, we have a Christmas party to plan, a Christmas Eve concert to arrange, and in less than 72 hours, a Christmas tree lighting ceremony.
We have to be ready.
Yes, sir.
[owner] Whoa.
[man] Well, you’ve really outdone yourself this year.
I like this. It’s nice. It’s, um, magical.
[soft music plays]
Matthew.
[chuckling] Wow, what a surprise.
Good to see you too, Dad.
[grunts softly]
[concierge sighs] I’m sorry.
We don’t have anything available.
Listen, Blake. Can I call you Blake?
Listen, I will do absolutely anything.
I mean, literally anything.
I’ll park cars. I’ll clean toilets, even in men’s bathrooms.
I can unpack and pack people like a butler or a butleress.
Is it “butleress”?
Whatever butlers do, I can do that.
I can pick up dog poo outside.
Like, whatever you need, I’m your girl.
I can keep your information on file, but I…
[phone rings]
Okay, can…
But you…
Excuse me.
…said you were gonna keep my information.
We need someone to start right away, and it pays $2,000 a week.
I will be doing interviews here at the hotel Friday.
If you hear of anybody, anybody at all, let me know. Thank you.
[phone beeps]
Excuse me.
I am so sorry.
Um, I couldn’t help but overhear.
The man at the front desk told me there weren’t any job openings at the hotel.
There are not.
Unless you are an old man with a beard who can play Santa Claus.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
[intriguing music plays]
[elevator dings]
[owner] Okay, Kenny, what’s he done this time?
[Kenny] Damage to rental car, $12,000.
Damage to statue, $23,000.
Yep.
[Kenny] Damage to café and sidewalks around statues… Wow!
Is that five zeroes or six?
Six.
Thank you, Kenny.
[Kenny] Mmhmm.
You know, in my defense, the street signs were all in Italian.
That’s because you were in Italy.
[Matthew] Makes sense.
Matthew, before your mother died, I promised her that I would raise you the best that I possibly could.
I thought that meant an endless supply of money.
But this time, this time…
Okay, Dad.
I get it. I’m sorry.
You’re right. I need to…
Clean my act up.
I promise it won’t happen again.
You’re right. It won’t.
You’re gonna work your debt off and come and work for me.
[laughs] What? Me? Work?
Uh, sorry. It sounded like you said I’m gonna work for you.
I don’t know the first thing about working for a hotel, Dad.
This is something your mother and I always dreamed of.
Plus, my VP of marketing, Natasha, would be happy to show you the ropes.
Natasha? The one who’s always giving me the stink eye?
No reason to be rude, Matthew.
You could learn a great deal from Natasha.
Dad, I appreciate it. I really do.
But, um, it’s not happening, okay?
Because I’m a free spirit, and you can’t hold me down like this.
So I’m sorry, but, uh…
[pounds table] …it’s just not gonna work.
Well, I hope for your sake that it does.
Otherwise, there are a couple of Italian cops who would really love to speak with you.
[mischievous music plays]
[Natasha sighs]
Dad.
General manager?
Him?
[owner] Yes.
And I can’t think of anyone better suited to train him than you.
Me? Train him?
[owner] Exactly.
Matthew, work with Natasha on that Santa thing.
I’ll be back from New York for the tree lighting ceremony.
And above all else, make sure the hotel and resort is ready for the holidays to go off without a hitch.
Yes, sir.
[whimsical music playing]
[sighing] Well…
Congratulations.
Thank you.
Your support means a lot.
She seems really…
Sweet.
[cheerful music plays]
Hey, Zoey?
Honey?
[softly] Oh.
[gentle music playing]
[inhaling]
[sighing deeply]
Merry Christmas.
[intriguing music plays]
[phone clicks]
50% off for Sun Peaks employees.
[brother] Okay, let me understand this.
You want us to make you into an old man so you can get a job as Santa Claus at the ski resort so you can get your daughter half-price snowboard lessons.
Look, this is the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard.
Ridiculous.
[whimsical music plays]
[both] When do we start?
[“Please Santa” playing]
The color is perfect, and I want to make sure that I’m a little rounder.
Rounder, yes.
Rounder.
[electronic beeping]
♪ I’ve been waiting for this… ♪
[electronic whoosh, beep]
♪ Asking for some Christmas cheer ♪
♪ It’s so lonely out in the snow ♪
♪ Watching couples walking slow ♪
♪ I’ve been keeping all my wishes tight ♪
♪ Now I’m cashing in for just one night ♪
♪ To be close to the one… ♪
[grunting strenuously]
♪ You know what I’ve been hoping… ♪
Man…
[Taylor groans]
[grunts, sighs]
♪ Just a love to be so true… ♪
Okay, let’s…
[laughs] Okay, let’s see it.
♪ A love to make me feel brand… ♪
Huh?
Aw!
Yeah.
♪ Santa, don’t take me off that list ♪
♪ You know what I want
For my Christmas wish ♪
♪ Take her sweet heart, wrap it in a bow ♪
♪ I want her and me under the mistletoe ♪
♪ Santa, won’t you bring her love my way ♪
♪ Make me so happy on Christmas day ♪
♪ Take her… ♪
Yeah. Yeah.
[Taylor] Yeah?
♪ Give me the one who loves me so ♪
[all laughing]
Merry Christmas to all…
Okay. Just…
Right.
[clearing throat]
[in deep voice] …and to all a good night!
[song ends]
[Natasha] No.
[intriguing music playing]
Absolutely not.
No.
No.
Uh, thanks, everybody. We’ll be in touch.
[Kenny chuckling]
[Kenny sighs]
This is a disaster.
I know.
I need holiday spirit, not silent night of the living dead.
Where’s Matthew?
He’s supposed to be here too.
Typical. He’s lazy.
He’s immature. He’s unreliable.
And he’s going to be our new general manager.
I thought Mr. Layne would’ve given you that job. Funny, huh?
Yes, hilarious.
[door opening]
[in deep voice] Is this where the Santa auditions are?
[whimsical music plays]
This is the place.
You brought a costume?
Uh… Sure did.
Sign in here.
[Taylor] Great.
Thank you.
[Natasha] Have you been a Santa before?
[Taylor] Oh, ho, ho, ho, yes, yes.
Mr. Layne, it’s nice of you to join us.
Your email said four o’clock.
Ah, well, you must have misread it.
I’m pretty sure it said three.
Anyway, this is Matthew Layne.
I… I didn’t get your name.
You.
Sorry. Did you say Hugh?
Man.
Your name is Hugh Mann?
Hugh. Mann.
You pause between the words.
Right.
[Matthew] Interesting.
Well, um, Mr. Mann is interested in being our new Santa.
Good, great.
Sorry. You look really familiar.
Have we met somewhere?
Have you been to the North Pole?
[Taylor chuckles heartily]
Um… It’s been a really long sleigh ride, so…
You know, you don’t…
You don’t buy hot cocoa. You rent it.
Hmm.
[Taylor] Am I right?
Excuse me, I’m gonna…
Just be… I’ll be right back.
[Matthew] Sure.
Excuse me.
Okay. Nice meeting you.
[Taylor grunts]
[Natasha] So, what do you think?
I just met the guy. Don’t we have to do a background check or something?
No. We haven’t got much time.
The tree lighting ceremony is in three hours, and all of the really good Santas are already taken.
It’s up to you, Matthew.
Do we have our new Santa?
Matthew Layne? The Matthew Layne?
[Taylor] I’m telling you.
I think he recognized me.
He asked me out at a record store the other day.
What? Tell me you said yes.
Why would I say yes? I am perfectly happy without a man in my life.
[laughs incredulously]
That’s not a man. That’s Matthew Layne.
How have you never heard of him?
[man] Yeah, a trust fund baby.
Bit of a party animal. He’s always on the news for getting into trouble.
His dad owns the entire resort.
And a half dozen other ones around the world.
Oh my God, I could be the brother-in-law of the son of a billionaire.
[toilet flushing]
[latch clicking]
[door opening]
This is the ladies’ room, sir.
I’m so sorry. Excuse me.
[mischievous music playing]
[door closing]
I really… I don’t think this is a good idea anymore.
Of course it is.
Zoey’s gonna love snowboard school.
I know she does. I know.
Mr. Mann.
Hi. Hello.
[Natasha] Mr. Layne has made his decision.
Congratulations, Hugh.
Welcome to the Sun Peaks Ski Resort.
Wow.
That’s fantastic. That’s great. Thank you.
You’re very welcome.
Oh, and I would like for you to meet someone.
Season’s greetings.
My name is Jimmy, Chief Elf, and let me just say it is an honor to be at your service.
Thank you, Jimmy.
Let me grab that for you.
Yes.
Anyway, let’s show our new Santa to the change room, please.
Yes, ma’am.
[showers running]
Well, here you go.
I know it’s not exactly a private dressing room, but unfortunately, it’s the best we’ve got. Here you go.
[grunting] Thank you, Jimmy.
Ho, ho, ho. Jingle bells. [chuckling] Right. See you later, Hugh.
Okay.
Excuse me.
Okay.
[musical sting]
Hey.
[high-pitched] Oh!
[Matthew] Hugh.
[in deep voice] Oh! How are you?
You looking for a free locker?
Oh yeah.
There’s one right here.
Perfect.
[Matthew chuckles]
Just grabbing a quick steam before we get out in that cold air, right?
Yeah. Yeah.
[mischievous music plays]
You all set for the tree lighting?
I’m sorry?
What… The, um…
The Christmas tree.
Oh!
[clearing throat] Yes, I love a good Christmas tree.
Don’t you?
[Matthew] Yeah.
Yeah, Natasha’s got me hosting the event tonight.
I wrote a quick speech on my phone.
I’m just…
Not very good at the whole public speaking thing.
[chuckling] Well, you can always do that old trick you know, where you just picture everybody naked.
[Matthew laughing] Yeah.
It just doesn’t feel like me.
You know, the suit, the tie, all of this.
I mean, I spent my whole life avoiding the family business, and now, here I am, learning how to run the hotel.
[Taylor] Mmm.
[pensive music playing]
Things don’t always work out the way we want them to.
[Matthew] Yeah.
Hey, do me a favor. Would you mind?
I don’t think I ever actually tied one of these in my life.
Oh, I don’t know…
Come on. All you old guys know how to tie a tie, right?
Thanks.
[Taylor] Yeah.
Uh…
[Matthew sighs]
All right, your dad never taught you how to tie a tie?
No, the only thing my dad ever taught me was how to make more money.
[chuckles]
[Taylor] Huh.
I never wanted to be like that.
It’s funny.
I wish I could talk to him like this.
You know, just honest, man-to-man.
Well… [clears throat] You know, sometimes it’s easier with a stranger.
Except you don’t feel like a stranger.
[chuckles softly]
Crazy, but I swear we’ve met somewhere.
Santa Claus.
Santa Claus.
[forceful laughing] Jingle bells.
There you go. All done.
Um, hey, do you want me to help you with your suit?
Nope. Nope. I’m good.
[Matthew] No?
Thank you.
Oh. You dropped your pink unicorn kissable ChapStick.
Well, you try riding in an open-air sleigh at 10,000 feet.
Lucky I have lips at all.
[Matthew chuckles] Right.
Mmm.
Okay, I’m just gonna head over here.
[Matthew] Okay.
Hey, good talk.
[Taylor] Oh yeah, great talk.
[soft music playing]
[excited chatter]
[crowd whooping]
Okay, thanks. Thank you, Jimmy.
[crowd applauding] Hey, everybody! How’s it going?
[cheers]
Well, I’m Matthew Layne.
Hey, Matthew, I don’t recognize you with your clothes on.
[crowd laughs]
That’s a good one. Got a comedian.
Going swimming with any swans lately?
[scattered laughter]
Yeah, that was… That was one time.
And as you can see, we’re here for the… for the tree.
I mean, the, uh…
[clears throat] …Christmas…
Christmas tree, obviously.
The lighting of said tree.
I’m afraid he’s not very good at this sort of thing, is he?
Uh, anyway, let’s get back to the lighting.
Come on and bring out Santa already.
[all] Yeah!
[all chanting] Santa, Santa, Santa!
That is a very good idea.
Without further ado, here comes Santa Claus.
Yeah!
[crowd applauding, cheering] Hey. [chuckles] [hoarsely] Merry Christmas, everyone.
Merry Christmas.
Who’s ready to light that tree, huh?
Here we go.
Let’s all join together for one big, festive countdown.
All right.
Five…
[all] …four, three, two, one.
[both grunting]
[crackling]
[Taylor groans]
[grunting]
[popping]
[crowd gasps]
[gasps]
[groans]
[explosions]
[bystander 1] Oh no. No!
[Taylor] I’m so sorry.
Oh boy.
[Taylor] Sorry.
[crowd gasping]
[bystander 2] What was that?
You okay, Hugh?
[Taylor] Oh yeah.
[Matthew] Here. Let me help you up.
So sorry.
♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪
[Matthew] Got it? Okay.
♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪
♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪
♪ And a Happy New Year ♪
[van engine rattling]
[engine idling loudly]
[engine shuts off]
[knocking on window]
[gasps] What are you doing in Ms. Jacobson’s van?
Hey, um…
[Taylor splutters]
[window rattles]
[chuckling] She… She let me borrow it.
And who are you?
I’m… I’m, um…
I’m Taylor’s father, Taylor Sr.
I’m here for the holidays.
[Doralee chuckling]
What’s with the getup?
Christmas party. Ho, ho, ho.
You go alone? No…
Mrs. Claus?
Oh… Uh…
No. No, just me.
I’m Doralee. I’m the building super.
If you need anything during your stay, I’m in apartment 305, just down the hall from Ms. Jacobson.
Oh, okay. I’ll keep that in mind.
Thank you.
[Doralee chuckles]
Okay. Good night.
[mischievous music playing]
[mouthing]
[sighing deeply] Oh my God.
[uplifting music plays]
[indistinct chatter]
This is, like, the best day of my whole life.
Hey, nice outfit. The ’90s called.
They want their board back.
[giggling]
Ew. Don’t listen to them.
They’re just jealous.
You sure we can afford this place, Mom?
Yes. Yes, honey.
Don’t worry about it, okay?
Just stay bundled up so you don’t catch a cold.
And keep your helmet on.
We cannot afford any trips to the ER this close to Christmas.
Okay, Mom, you’re completely, totally, utterly embarrassing me.
I’m sorry. I’m gonna be cool.
Okay.
I’ll be cool.
Hey.
Screaming Kittens, what are you… what are you doing here?
My daughter’s taking lessons.
[Matthew] Oh great.
I’m a huge fan of your mom’s.
My mom has fans?
Nope. Zoey, this is Matthew Layne.
He’s the general manager of the resort.
Yeah, well, actually, just a trainee, and after last night, I’m not even sure I’m still that.
[Taylor] Oh, come on.
I say nothing says “happy holidays” like an exploding Christmas tree.
You were there?
I wasn’t there. I just heard about it.
Heard about that, huh?
[Taylor] People talk.
Do they?
Yeah.
A little rough. Maybe I could tell you about it over a hot chocolate?
You know, I’m extremely busy.
Really?
Mom, you spent last Saturday night organizing your sock drawer in alphabetical order.
Exactly. I’m extremely busy.
I like to keep things in order.
Busted.
Okay. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.
I’ll be in this place.
Nice to meet you, Zoey. Have fun.
[Zoey] Hey.
He is really cute.
I hadn’t noticed. Cute? No.
Uh, what did he mean when he said he was a big fan of yours, Mom?
You’re not doing some weird online thing for money, are you?
No. Ew, gross, honey.
[laughs] I gotta go. Okay.
Have fun, sweetie.
I love you so much.
[Zoey] What are Screaming Kittens?
I don’t know.
Kittens that are screaming? Not sure.
Okay.
[Christmas pop music plays]
♪ See the snowflakes glisten ♪
♪ In this amber sun ♪
♪ Memories we made, the dreams we chase ♪
♪ You know we’ve come so far ♪
♪ There’s no need to wait ♪
♪ Let’s celebrate the fire in our hearts ♪
♪ Everybody loves Christmas ♪
♪ Everybody wants winter fun… ♪
Okay.
♪ Get us hoping to find someone ♪
♪ Happy holiday wishes ♪
♪ Oh uh oh ooh ♪
♪ Everybody loves Christmas ♪
[cheering]
[bell ringing]
Welcome. Welcome, everyone, to this year’s Santa’s Village.
[crowd cheers and applauds]
Please put your hands together once again for our general manager, Mr. Matthew Layne.
[cheers, applause]
Okay. Wow, this is great!
Look at how everybody came out.
Uh, this is exciting.
Uh, okay, so here we are. It’s a big day.
Sun Peaks is…
Uh, proudly presents…
[whispering] “I now declare Santa’s Village open.”
That’s good.
I now declare Santa’s Village open.
[cheering]
[in deep voice] Ho, ho, ho!
[cheering]
[Taylor] Ho, ho, ho!
Ho, ho, ho!
Merry Christmas, everyone.
Okay, so you want a pony for Christmas.
Oh, that’s nice. I used to want a pony.
They’re like reindeer without antlers.
Let’s think about the logistics of this.
Do you live in an apartment?
Yeah.
Where you gonna keep the pony?
In your room?
You know it’s gonna poop on the floor.
So, how about a good book for Christmas?
Next.
[Taylor] Okay, so you want a motor scooter for Christmas.
[boy] Yeah.
[Taylor] Yeah.
Okay, well, I know your mother, and I know she’s a waitress, and I don’t think she can afford that.
So how about a nice sweater?
[Jimmy] Next.
There’s a lot of plaque buildup in there, okay?
How about Santa gives you a nice toothbrush and some dental floss?
[Matthew sighs]
[Jimmy] Next.
[sneezing]
Oh my goodness!
You’re getting some antibiotics for Christmas, aren’t you?
Okay, Merry Christmas.
Next.
[screaming] Santa!
[Taylor yelps]
[fabric rips]
Oh my goodness.
[chuckles] Uh…
[crowd gasping]
[Taylor] Uh-oh.
[gasps]
Ho, ho, ho.
Uh, it’s… it’s time for Santa to feed the reindeer.
Excuse me. Pardon me.
Excuse me. Pardon me.
Pardon me. Excuse me. Excuse me.
Looks like Santa’s all finished for the day.
Be sure to come back tomorrow.
[indistinct chatter]
Zoey! Over here.
[horn honking]
[teen girl] Hey, Zoey.
Nice ride. You live in that thing?
What’s your problem?
I’m clearly not the one here with a problem.
[teen girl scoffs]
Hey. Are you okay?
I’m all right, Mom.
♪ I’ve been walking in the streets
This evening ♪
♪ You can tell… ♪
[Taylor] Wow, she sounds pretty mean.
Want me to talk to your coach about her?
No, I don’t, Mom.
I don’t need my mom taking care of things for me. I’m not a kid anymore.
I can handle it myself.
[Taylor] Okay, okay.
Good evening, Ms. Jacobson.
[giggling] Hi.
Betty?
It’s Zoey.
Sure.
Um, listen, I’m gonna have the check for you by…
Pish-posh! Let’s not talk about such things.
Or, um… [clears throat] …you could have your dad drop it on by when he has a chance.
Grandpa’s in town?
We had a lovely conversation the other night.
You never told me he was so handsome or so single. [giggling]
[laughing] Single? Grandpa?
He’s not home. He’s not here.
He doesn’t… He’s not…
Oh.
But…
You know what? Tell him I have snacks, and he can come by.
Yeah. Okay.
I make a great fruitcake.
[Taylor] Good night, Doralee.
[Doralee] Good night, Ashley.
I need snacks.
What was she talking about?
I don’t know.
You know Doralee. She’s so crazy.
[whimsical music plays]
[Taylor as Santa] A canoe!
Well, that sounds like fun.
However, it does take a lot of adult supervision.
But since you live by the river, how about a nice pair of water shoes?
Go along. Ho, ho, ho.
The only reason we’re here is all the other Santas had a line for miles.
[Taylor] Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas.
Not much of a crowd.
Matthew.
Hm?
[Taylor] Thank you.
What are you gonna do about this?
Well, I’m going to…
I don’t… I don’t know.
[Natasha] Well, you might be interested to hear this.
“Sun Peaks’ Santa is a flop.”
Ouch.
[Natasha] “Their new Santa doesn’t connect with the kids.”
“This year’s Sun Peaks Ski Resort Santa is a jerk.”
Jerk? They said, “Jerk”?
Well, he may have to go.
[Taylor] Ho, ho, ho!
Merry Christmas to you.
Run along.
[kid] Bye, Santa.
Mr. Layne is not gonna be very happy about this.
Exactly.
[piano music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[Matthew] Hugh.
[Taylor] There’s my boss. I’ll take those two flaming candy canes now.
[bartender] Coming up.
Hey, Hugh.
Oh, hey.
How you doing, man?
Good. Good. How are you?
Good. Thanks for, uh, meeting me.
Yeah.
So… uh…
Okay.
It is my understanding that around Christmastime, when the kids ask Santa Claus for something, Santa usually just says…
“Yes.”
Ah, and then leaves the parents on the hook.
That’s how you get credit card debt.
Cred… [chuckles] That’s not really your problem.
[chuckling] Well…
Uh, no offense, boss, but…
You seem just a little bit out of touch.
How’s that?
Well, maybe you’ve never had to budget, say, a paycheck to make sure you can buy Christmas gifts and put food on the table.
Right, because I’m the, uh, spoiled rich kid.
You know what?
You’re right. But, um…
You know, not everything they print about me is true.
You know that feeling where everybody thinks they know who you are, but nobody really does?
[tender music playing]
My point is, I’m trying.
I’m trying to make better choices, and that is exactly what I’m asking you to do.
Hey, Mrs. Claus could agree with that, right?
Oh, well, you know, Santa’s been single for some time. [chuckles] Yeah?
We’ve got that in common.
Well, not exactly.
Oh. You have… You have somebody significant in your life?
No. No. No.
I mean, maybe. I… I don’t know.
Um, there’s this girl, and, actually, her daughter’s taking snowboarding lessons here.
But I… I asked her out, and she turned me down.
Well, I’m sure she probably had her reasons. Hmm?
Yeah.
Hmm.
Yeah, like what?
Oh gosh, I don’t know. Maybe…
You know, maybe she’s had a bad relationship in the past.
You know, she’s a little gun-shy about meeting someone new.
It’s funny. I… [sighs] I feel like I can talk to you, you know?
Hmm.
The truth is, I can’t stop thinking about her.
It’s like everywhere I go, she’s just right here in front of me.
You know?
Weird.
Yeah.
It is.
[tender music continues]
[bartender] Two flaming candy canes.
What do you think I should do?
You think I should try again?
Oh, uh, yeah. Uh…
[clears throat] Well…
[chuckles]
Maybe there will be a Christmas miracle.
Yeah.
Huh?
Ho, ho, ho.
[laughing] Maybe.
Oh God! Your beard…
[Taylor] What?
What?
Fire! Beard… Beard fire.
What? Uh-oh!
You know what? I think I hear Jimmy calling me. Excuse me.
[gentle music playing]
I can totally see why you wouldn’t wanna go out with him.
Ugh. Yeah, he’s, like, handsome and rich.
You guys. He’s my boss, okay?
It wouldn’t be ethical.
Oh, ethical. Okay.
And how ethical was it for you to trick the hotel to hire you as Santa Claus?
So what’s this really all about?
I’m scared, obviously, and I have responsibilities.
You know, I have Zoey.
Yes, but Zoey’s 15.
In four years, she’s gonna be 19.
She’ll probably be a professional snowboarder. What then?
I don’t know.
I will figure it out when I get there.
Where’s my sister, you know, the wild one, the one who had her own rock band at 16, the one who mooned the crowd at high school graduation?
[all chuckling]
Whatever happened to her?
[Taylor groans]
I guess she got lost someplace.
Well, maybe this is your chance to find her again.
[bell ringing]
[in deep voice] Ho, ho, ho.
Merry Christmas.
[Jimmy] Is it just me, Hugh, or is there not a lot of Christmas spirit around here?
Uh, you know what, Jimmy? Can you…
Can you go keep the sleigh warm?
What?
Santa needs a minute, okay?
Ho, ho, ho.
Merry Christmas to you, young lady.
I don’t believe in Santa Claus.
Oh, well, that’s okay. I believe in you.
So, why don’t you tell Santa what you would like for Christmas?
Yeah, right.
Oh, come on. It never hurts to try.
Okay. You wanna know what I want for Christmas?
I am all ears.
For my mom to get a boyfriend.
[scoffs] Beg your pardon?
Yeah, I want her to start dating.
Have a life outside of just being my mom all the time.
Oh, well, I’m sure your mom loves being your mom.
And I love her.
I just wish she’d relax a bit.
She’s so serious.
You know, she used to be in a band.
You don’t say.
Uh-huh. The Screaming Kittens.
[Taylor grunts] She never told me about it.
I had to look it up online.
[Taylor clears throat] Oh wow.
That’s her. Awesome, right?
[Taylor] Oh.
Oh, she looks very young.
I wish I knew her back then.
[sniffles] Why’s that?
‘Cause it looks like she used to be really fun.
Ah.
[gentle music playing]
[Jimmy] Next!
Hello, young fella. What’s your name?
Max.
What would you like for Christmas?
Some play clay.
[Taylor] Play clay.
Well, you know, the thing about that is that it can be very gooey.
And sometimes these drippy globs, they fall on the rug, and then your parents step on them and then…
You know what?
Play clay is really fun.
So I’m gonna look into that for you.
[inhales sharply] Hey, Max.
[clears throat] Uh-huh?
Is there anything else that you want for Christmas? Like something special?
Like what?
Like, uh, not a toy.
But maybe something special that you can wish for from your heart.
I wish I wasn’t scared of the dark.
Yeah. [sighs] The dark can be pretty spooky.
I have a secret.
I’m scared of the dark too.
[Max] Really?
[Taylor] Yep, totally.
Totally freaked out.
But you know what I did?
I got those glow-in-the-dark sticky stars, and I put them all over my ceiling.
So that now, every night, I feel like I’m an astronaut.
Wow.
[Taylor] Yeah.
It’s okay to be afraid sometimes.
But you don’t need to let your fear be the boss of you, okay?
You be the boss of it.
Yeah. Thanks, Santa Claus.
[Taylor] You’re welcome.
Merry Christmas, buddy.
[Zoey chuckles] Santa?
Hm?
That was awesome.
Oh.
[Jimmy] Next!
Natasha, where are those invitations for the Christmas party?
I really need to get those out.
I left them on your desk.
[chuckling] Did you?
Uh, it’s funny, because I looked for them, and I didn’t see them.
[sighs] They’re hard to miss, Matthew.
Now, what about the invoices for the extra catering supplies, and the work order installments for the plumbing renovations in 526, and not to mention the new shift schedule for the housekeeping staff?
We need those ASAP.
[chuckles] I’m still trying to get through the stack of papers you left me yesterday.
It’s almost like you don’t want me to get through them.
Well… [sighing] You’re the one whose father wants him to be general manager of this hotel.
So, manage.
You know, I did manage to check that email you sent on the first day, and, uh, it did say four o’clock.
Kenny, what is it?
You guys need to see this.
[Taylor as Santa]
Since you haven’t had the third…
[Kenny] Something changed, and they all started showing up about an hour ago.
[Matthew] What happened?
He’s really great with kids. He gets them to open up about their feelings, fears…
[Taylor] Merry Christmas.
…hopes and dreams.
Perhaps instead of Santa’s Village, we should open a therapy center.
[kid] I’m so excited to see Santa.
Hello, young lady.
I really like your snowflake shirt.
That’s very pretty. What’s your name?
[stutters] Michelle.
Michelle. Oh, I like that name.
That’s a very pretty name.
How old are you, Michelle?
[Michelle stutters] Nine.
And what’s your Christmas wish?
[stuttering] I wish I didn’t stutter.
Oh yes. Yes, I understand.
You know, I heard that singing can actually help with a stutter.
Do you want to try it together?
[stuttering] I don’t know.
Oh, I think it’ll be really fun.
We could try “Jingle Bells.”
We could all sing together.
Mr. Layne? Come on, let’s do it.
Uh, sure. Yeah, sure.
[Taylor] Yeah?
Yeah, I think it’d be fun.
You mind if I sing with you?
All right, here we go.
♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way ♪
[stuttering] ♪ Oh, what fun
It is to ride ♪
[stuttering subsides]
♪ In a one-horse open sleigh ♪
♪ Hey! Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way ♪
Everybody!
♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh ♪
♪ Hey! Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way ♪
♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh ♪
Hey. Nice work.
[crowd cheers, applauds]
You know what? Forget what I said earlier.
Hugh stays with us.
[soft music playing]
You did so great.
Ho, ho, ho.
Dad, I got something I think you’re gonna wanna see.
Oh, Matthew, what have you done now?
Do I call PR, have them prepare some kind of a statement?
No, Dad, Dad, it’s actually not bad.
It’s good. So, the little girl there, that’s Michelle. She has a stutter, but the Santa Claus we hired had her singing like a bird.
It was really cute.
Everybody started singing and…
Anyway, the online reaction has been amazing.
We’ve had thousands of likes and comments, and there is currently a waiting list about a mile long of people wanting to book a room at the resort just so their kids can visit your Santa Claus.
My Santa!
[chuckling] Oh, that’s great!
Sounds like we’re back on track.
Yeah, we’re on our way.
Well done. I’ll be back in time for the Christmas party.
And tell “my Santa” that he will be the guest of honor there.
You got it.
See you soon.
See you, Dad.
[intriguing music plays]
Kenny. No, no, you’re not in trouble.
[inhaling] I need you to go to the HR file and get me all of the information you have on Hugh Mann.
[Taylor] Hey, honey.
Hey, Mom.
Since appearing online…
Mr. Layne’s on the news.
…this heartwarming video has racked up almost a million views, which is translating into big business here at Sun Peaks, and it’s all thanks to their superstar Santa Claus.
Here’s Matthew Layne now.
Excuse me, Mr. Layne?
Hi there.
Uh, yes. Sorry, excuse me.
Why do you think it is that the public has responded so much to your Santa Claus this Christmas?
[Matthew] Uh, well, because he’s…
Because he’s the best. He really is.
He’s charming. He’s sincere. He’s, uh…
He’s real.
There you go, folks.
He’s both charming and real.
And I gotta say the people here sure seem to love him.
Yeah, well, they’re not the only ones. I…
Honestly, I love him too.
[reporter] That’s all for us.
Back to you, Bill, with the weather.
He is completely hot.
I can’t believe you turned him down.
Don’t you have, like, homework or something?
Oh, hey, Mom. Can I ask you something?
Sure.
Why didn’t you ever tell me about the Screaming Kittens?
Who?
You know, there’s this little thing called the Internet.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Why the big secret?
It’s not a secret. It’s just…
You know, it happened a long time ago.
It’s just… something in my past.
Like my dad?
Yeah, something like that.
If it’s in the past, why don’t you go on a date with Mr. Layne?
[laughing] What? Because it’s… I…
You wouldn’t understand, okay?
It’s complicated.
Mom, I’m 15. I understand complicated.
And besides, he only asked you to go out for a hot chocolate.
What’s so complicated about that?
Nothing.
[whimsical music playing]
Hm.
Hey.
Hey.
I think you might be a little early.
You know, Santa doesn’t start till, like, noon.
Tomorrow.
Yeah, well, figured I’d beat the rush.
You know, we’re getting pretty big crowds these days.
Yeah. I saw you on the news.
Congratulations.
Thanks.
Seems like you’re really turning things around here.
Yeah, well, I wish I could take the credit, but it’s not me.
It’s, uh… [inhales deeply] It’s Hugh.
[soft music plays]
Well, my guess is there’s probably a lot more to it than you think.
You know, so don’t sell yourself short.
I don’t know.
People just… [inhales deeply] People love the guy. You know, there’s…
Hmm.
There’s something about him.
Anyway, what are you, uh, doing here?
[sighing sharply]
Do you know where to get a good hot chocolate?
[Taylor and Matthew laughing]
[Matthew] Wait, how do you grow up in a ski town but not know how to ski?
[Taylor] Well, I did when I was a kid.
I just haven’t in years.
They say it’s like riding a bike.
I don’t know.
I say it’s like a waste of time.
Since when is having fun a waste of time?
You obviously have never been a mother.
Moms deserve to have fun too, don’t they?
Yeah.
So has it always just been you and Zoey?
Yep, it’s always been her and me.
I, uh… I got pregnant in college and… dropped out.
And her father wanted to be a rock star, so he left town, and I never saw him again.
[Matthew chuckles]
[sighs] What about your family?
Yeah, just me and my dad.
My mom died when I was 15.
Oh, I’m so sorry.
It’s okay. Thanks. It’s…
I didn’t really handle it well.
I got into a lot of trouble, and things kind of stayed that way.
[chuckles sadly]
Well, you were grieving.
Yeah, didn’t make it any easier on my dad, though.
Just… I don’t know. I wanted to rebel against anything and everything.
You know? Discover the world, myself.
[soft chuckle]
Ended up back here anyway.
And now you’re running the place.
[laughing] Yeah, kind of.
Nobody told me there was gonna be so much paperwork.
Every day I’m signing things, I don’t even know what for.
I’m horrible at organizing things.
[laughs] I can help you with that.
Right, sock drawer.
Exactly.
[Matthew] Great.
[Taylor laughs]
Thanks, by the way.
For the second chance.
Oh, what? I just like hot chocolate.
[Matthew] Sure.
Well, then… maybe we could do it again sometime.
Ooh.
I don’t know.
That’s like dangerously close to a date.
Pfft!
Nobody wants that.
I know.
[Matthew] Dates are gross.
[both laugh]
[intriguing music plays]
[sighs]
[sighing deeply]
[intriguing music continues]
[whimpering]
[grunts]
[Matthew] You all right?
[groans] I think I landed on my phone.
[Matthew] I’m coming.
[Taylor] Oh my gosh.
[Matthew] You’re getting so much better.
[Taylor] Oh yeah?
[Matthew] Yeah.
[Taylor laughs] You stayed up like 30 seconds that time.
And you didn’t even scream, “I’m gonna die!”
[Taylor laughs]
[Matthew] That’s progress.
Come on. Who says this is a waste of time?
Why do I feel guilty then?
Like I’m supposed to be doing something productive?
[laughing]
We are. We’re having fun.
You know, some people might even call this a date.
[laughing]
We agreed, this is a skiing lesson.
[Matthew] Just a ski lesson.
So if I were to invite you to the Christmas party that we’re throwing at the hotel this weekend, that also would definitely not be a date.
[soft music playing]
Well, I don’t know.
That’s kind of a gray area.
Yeah.
[Taylor] Would I have to dress up for this party?
The rules, I see. Um…
Well, it’s a family gathering with board members, and investors, and their kids.
Yeah. You might have to dress up.
A little.
Well, then… [sighs] That’s an event.
[Matthew] Right.
And that is different than a date.
Oh! Ooh!
Whoa. Hey!
[Taylor laughs]
[grunts softly]
[giggles]
[Matthew] You all right?
Yeah.
[chuckling]
So is that a yes?
[Taylor and Matthew chatting indistinctly]
[playing “Jingle Bells”]
[song ends]
[cheering]
Thank you.
Thanks a lot.
[whooping]
[cheering and whistling]
That was fantastic.
I’m just messing around.
I had no idea you were that good.
Thank you.
That means a lot coming from you.
Well…
[singer] We hope you’re having a great night here at Peaks Lounge.
[Matthew] Yeah.
[crowd cheering] Oh, it’s a popular brand.
Oh, is it?
Now, before we start this next song, I wanted to give a shoutout to someone special in our audience tonight.
She’s a legend in the local music scene here in Lincoln.
From the band the Screaming Kittens, put your hands together…
I didn’t…
[singer]…for Taylor Jacobson!
[crowd cheering]
Come on up and do a song with us.
Come on. You gotta get up there.
I don’t think so.
Aw, come on. Just one song.
[cheering continues]
Oh, um…
I really don’t want to.
What? Are you crazy?
Look, everybody’s going insane for you.
You gotta get up there.
[somber music playing]
[Taylor] Um…
Uh, thank… thank you for the drink.
I’m gonna… I’m gonna go.
Wait.
[Matthew] Wait. Wait.
Taylor, wait!
Hey.
What?
I’m sorry.
[tearfully] I know.
I didn’t know it was gonna upset you.
I thought…
People were excited to see you.
I thought it’d be fun.
Look, I get it. I’m sorry.
I just… I can’t… [sniffling] I can’t do that.
What is it?
I mean, it’s like riding a bike, right?
No. No, it’s not like riding a freaking bicycle, Matthew.
That was my dream.
Okay? Music was my life.
That was gonna be my life, and I had to give it up.
I had a child to raise on my own.
I had bills to pay.
I had to take any crappy job that I could just so I could put food on the table.
Okay, I’m sorry. I understand.
You don’t understand.
It’s not your fault, okay?
How’s a person like you supposed to understand a person like me?
Yeah.
Look, I know that we come from different worlds, and I’ll never know what it feels like to go through what you did, but I want to try. Can you let me try?
There’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be than right here with you.
[soft music playing]
[sighs]
[sniffling] Look, I thought I was ready to do this again, but I just…
I don’t…
I don’t think I can.
I gotta… I’ve gotta get home.
Will you come back inside? Please.
Can I drive you home at least?
[intriguing music playing]
[intriguing music continues]
What the…
[van engine rattling]
[muffled Christmas music playing] [knocks on door] Hello, Santa.
Oh. [clears throat] Oh.
Here you go. All paid up.
Great! Thanks.
Is, um… everything all right?
Yeah.
Yeah, everything’s, uh… everything’s just great.
You didn’t tell me your dad was Santa.
[snickers] Well, you know, he’s not the real Santa.
Oh, honey, I know he’s not the real Santa, but he is good enough for me.
I’m not picky.
[Doralee chuckles]
Tell him I made a fresh batch of gingerbread. I made it with Scotch.
Good night.
[Doralee] Yeah.
[quirky music playing]
Night.
[soft music playing]
[soft music continues]
[music fades]
[strums softly]
[strumming stops]
[stirring music plays]
[van engine rattling]
[bells jingling]
[teen girl] Hey, Santa Claus. Aren’t you supposed to be in the North Pole loading up your sleigh for Christmas?
[gravelly] Well, aren’t you supposed to be sliding down a hill on a waxed piece of wood?
How do you know that?
[chuckling] Ho, ho, ho.
Well…
Santa Claus.
Whatever. I got kicked out for the day.
[Taylor] Hmm.
Now, what exactly do you have to do to get kicked out of snowboarding school?
There’s this girl.
I guess I said something that she didn’t like, and…
I don’t even wanna be there anyway.
My mother just put me in that class so she didn’t have to deal with me on the weekends.
What about your father?
He lives in London.
They split up last year, so she came here for work.
Ah.
Well… [inhales deeply] Must be hard on you.
Nah. I love not being able to see my dad, and my mother works so much I hardly ever get to see her either, so it’s just great.
I get it. I get it.
Being a teenage girl is tough, I know.
I mean… You know, I can imagine.
I know another girl who never even met her father.
Her name’s Zoey.
How do you know Zoey?
Again, Santa Claus.
Yeah, right. So she tell you I’m a bully?
You know, I, uh…
I don’t really think you’re a bully.
I just think that sometimes, when people get hurt, they want everybody else around them to feel bad too, same way they do.
What makes you think you know how I feel?
Santa Claus.
I’ll tell you a little secret.
Santa’s been hurt too.
And, uh, he’s been carrying around his hurts a lot longer than you have.
So what are we supposed to do? Just smile and pretend like everything’s okay?
No. No.
You know what, I have an idea.
Let’s make a Christmas wish.
[scoffs] Seriously?
Yeah, yeah.
Let’s wish for both of us to let go of our hurt and get on with our lives.
You make it sound really easy.
It’s not.
But if it were…
Everybody would be Santa.
Ho, ho, ho.
[laughing]
[uplifting music playing]
[guitar strumming]
[strumming fades]
[knocking, door opening]
[Kenny] Mr. Layne?
Yeah. Just give me a sec, Kenny.
You have a delivery.
[Matthew] Hot chocolate.
Um, but I didn’t order any hot chocolate.
How about an apology?
[gentle music playing]
Thank you.
Yeah.
[chuckles softly] Um, that’s…
I’m sorry too. Let’s just… forget it.
[sighs]
Well, listen, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and…
You know, like about… you and me.
Mmhmm.
Us.
[Taylor laughs]
Anyway, I was just wondering if, um…
If the invitation is still open?
The invita… Oh, you mean the invitation to the “event.”
The event. Yes.
[Matthew] Right. Uh-huh.
Um…
I was thinking it might be fun if we called it a date.
[soft chuckle]
That does sound like fun.
Yeah.
[mugs clink] Cool.
It’s the perfect opportunity to introduce you to Hugh.
[chokes]
[Taylor gasps]
Hugh?
My dad wants to show off our new Santa Claus at the Christmas party.
I told you about him.
At the same party we’re gonna go to.
Yeah, same one.
You’ll be there, he’ll be there.
Great chance to say hi.
[Taylor] Ah.
He’s awesome. You’re gonna love him.
Um… But Christmas…
Santa Claus must be pretty in demand.
Um… Are you sure he can make it?
Well, he better. He works for us.
Besides, he’s Santa Claus.
Yeah.
[Matthew] He can be everywhere, right?
Mmm.
[Taylor] I can’t cancel on him.
I made such a big deal about this being our first official date.
I don’t think he would ever forgive me.
[sighing] Plus, I really like him.
Then what if Santa is a no-show?
[Taylor] I can’t do that either.
‘Cause Matthew’s father is insisting Santa Claus be at the party.
And I can’t give him any reason to fire me. I need the gig.
So, what do you want us to do?
Well, I have an idea.
[upbeat holiday music plays]
[indistinct chatter]
Oh wow.
Uh, I don’t think I’m gonna fit in here.
You and me both.
We’ll be all right.
Here we go.
We have officially sold out for the Christmas season, and people are even starting to inquire about next year, and it’s all because of my son.
Matthew, we were just talking about what an incredible job you’re doing here at the hotel.
Ah, yeah! He’s great, isn’t he?
That’s very kind.
Dad, this is who I’ve been wanting you to meet. Taylor Jacobson, my dad, Robert.
Oh, hi. I’m sorry.
What a pleasure to meet you, Taylor.
And how did you two meet?
Oh, um…
We met at a very reputable used…
Preowned.
…preowned record store where we discovered a mutual appreciation for vinyl and, you know, the finer aspects of punk rock.
Ah.
Uh, Matthew, where is our Santa Claus?
We have a lot of very important people here who can’t wait to meet the man in red who’s making us all this green.
Yeah, I… He should be here any minute.
Probably just hit a little traffic on his way down from the North Pole.
[laughing]
I’m gonna go freshen up. Okay.
Yeah.
[mischievous music plays]
[exhales]
[Taylor] Hi.
Go, go, go.
[Taylor] Yeah. Hi. Okay. Okay.
Come on.
Can’t believe you couldn’t get us a room.
I’m sorry! The entire hotel was booked.
[yelps] Jeez.
Oh. Sorry.
[sighs] God.
[gravelly] Ho, ho, ho.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
[children clamoring] Ho, ho, ho.
Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
[clamoring continues]
[Taylor] And Merry Christmas to you, little one.
Ho, ho, ho.
I have never received so many emails from guests singing someone’s praises.
You’re the hit of the holiday season.
Oh, well, it all comes from the top.
I think your son is going to be an excellent general manager someday.
[Matthew chuckles] Thanks, Hugh.
That’s very kind.
Hey, I’d love you to meet Taylor when she gets back. She’s really special.
Might I remind you, Matthew, the last woman you described as special sold her story to a gossip magazine for a great deal of money.
Yeah, well, Taylor’s not like that, Dad.
She’s… She’s a good person.
[Taylor clears throat] You know, she’s honest, kind.
I think I’m falling for her.
[chokes, coughs] Are you okay?
It just went down the wrong chimney.
Oh, sure.
[Taylor] Excuse me.
Okay.
[Taylor clears throat]
[mischievous music playing]
[Taylor] Thank you.
Uh-huh.
[Matthew] Sure, could work.
Yeah, you’re right.
[Natasha] And our cost analysis shows potential for significant financial benefits.
[Taylor, breathlessly] Hey.
What did I miss?
Oh. Well, we were just discussing my idea of rebranding Sun Peaks.
We could revamp our loyalty program with some perks.
Wine tasting, spa treatments, that sort of thing.
And then we raise prices and increase profit margins exponentially.
I like it.
[Taylor] Huh.
You don’t agree?
Oh no, those are all great ideas.
I just, um…
Don’t you think there should be some fun events or activities for kids too?
You know, so their parents can relax and enjoy the resort.
[Matthew chuckles]
Like what, pin the tail on the donkey?
[chuckling]
No. Like, how about a craft night, karaoke, or an escape room?
Kids love to connect with each other in real life, and if you win over the kids, then you’ll win over the parents too.
Sorry. You got a little…
Don’t know what that was.
Okay, thank you.
[Matthew chuckles] It’s time to give out the gifts.
Oh yeah.
Now, where is our Santa?
He was just here.
[groans]
Oh, I got a… [blows]
[Matthew] You okay? You all right?
Little… It’s just…
I just have to… My contact is…
I don’t… I’ll be… Thank you.
I’ll be…
Contact issue.
[mischievous music plays]
[Taylor] Hey. Hey!
Hey. Coast is clear.
[Taylor] Yeah, okay. Okay.
Mmhmm.
[grunting]
[Taylor] Hey.
[brother] Hey.
Did you bring something to eat?
I’m starving.
I’m so sorry. Next time, I promise. Okay?
[skier] Jerry just called.
Guess who’s in the Peaks Lounge.
Stephen King.
[brother] Take that off.
[brother, indistinct]
[Taylor grunting]
[brother] Okay. Good. Okay.
[thud]
[heavy breathing]
Come on.
[grunting] There. Come up.
[brother] I got it.
There we go. All right.
[thud]
[brother grunting] There… Oh!
[Taylor and brother groaning]
[thudding]
[brother] No. Over there.
No. Get down.
[both grunting]
[thudding]
[grunting, heavy breathing]
Uh… [clears throat] Sorry. Sorry to interrupt.
Everything okay in there?
[chuckles weakly]
[brother] Yeah, all good.
Out in a minute.
Good.
[door opens, closes]
Okay. We gotta get you out of here.
[laughs nervously]
[phone chimes]
[Taylor gasps]
Hugh.
Hi. I didn’t… [splutters] We should get back to the party.
Sure, that’s a good idea.
Okay. Let’s go.
Okay.
[mouthing]
[indistinct chatter]
Okay, kids, who wants presents from Santa Claus?
[cheering]
[Taylor] Ho, ho.
Hello.
Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas, kids.
Hey, do you know where Taylor is?
No, I don’t.
But I know who does, and it’s time for you all to know the truth.
And one for you…
This man is an imposter.
He’s no imposter. He’s Santa Claus.
No. I mean he is a fraud.
He’s using a fake name and your little girlfriend’s Social Security number.
What? Hugh, is this true?
Uh, I don’t… I don’t know what she’s talking about.
[Natasha] Don’t play innocent with me, Kris Kringle.
They’re probably working together on some evil scheme to ruin my career.
I mean, Christmas.
How much champagne have you had?
[Natasha] It’s time to tell the truth, Santa Claus.
Who are you really? What is your name?
[soft music plays]
[sighing]
Well, um…
[sighs, inhales deeply]
[Kenny] Taylor Jacobson?
Is Taylor Jacobson in here?
There’s been an accident on the ski slope.
Her daughter’s been hurt.
[in normal voice] Zoey?
[crowd murmuring]
Taylor?
[murmuring continues]
[man] Did you see what happened?
[woman] No.
[indistinct chatter]
You’re gonna be okay. I know you are.
She’s gonna be okay, right?
[panting]
Zoey!
Oh my God, Zoey!
Zoey! It’s okay. I’m here.
What happened?
Ava, what happened?
She tried a new trick on the halfpipe, and she landed bad.
Like, really, really bad.
Oh my God.
Excuse me.
Mom! Mom!
Ava! Are you all right?
I’m fine. Zoey had the accident.
I was the only one around, so I called 911.
Thank goodness.
That was quick thinking, Ava.
[Taylor] Honey, can you hear me? It’s me.
You’re gonna be okay. Okay? Mommy’s here.
Santa Claus?
Why do you sound like my mother?
[pensive music playing]
I…
[sighs]
[crowd murmuring]
[sighs]
[sighing]
[exhales]
[sighs]
[stirring music playing]
[sighs]
Whoa.
[indistinct chatter]
Mom?
Just lay still, okay, honey?
Matthew, listen…
Zoey needs you. You should go.
I know, but I can explain.
It’s okay. Just go.
Okay.
[gurney rattling]
[Ava sighs]
[indistinct chatter over radio]
[ambulance engine starts]
[ambulance departing]
[sighs] We could charge her with fraud, and trespassing, and probably a few other things I haven’t thought of.
[Robert] No, no. We’re not gonna do that.
I’m not gonna have this hotel’s reputation dragged through the mud any more than it already has been.
How could you let this happen?
We had someone working with children without proper ID, without a background check.
Think of the ethics. Think of the morals.
Think of the lawsuits.
Now, Matthew, I can understand, but Natasha, I trusted you to keep your eye on things around here.
I’m sorry, Robert, but…
If anybody’s to blame, Dad, it’s me.
Don’t blame Natasha. It’s not her fault.
I’m the one who hired Hugh.
I mean… [chuckles] Taylor.
I made the mistake.
Well, apparently, so did I.
Natasha, you’ll take the lead at the concert tonight and speak for the hotel.
Matthew…
You’ve done enough.
[pensive music playing]
[Natasha] Hey.
Have you heard anything about Zoey?
Is she gonna be okay?
She’s got really good doctors, sweetie.
She just needs some rest.
I feel awful, Mom.
I’ve been really mean to her, and she’s a good snowboarder, and she’s got a really cool mom too.
Her mother’s a fraud, dear.
No, she’s not.
She’s a real mom. She listened to me.
I listen to you.
But you don’t hear me.
Since you and Dad split, it’s like you’re a completely different person.
You’re always at work. I never see you.
I miss my mom.
I know.
[Natasha sighs]
Here, let’s talk.
Okay.
[Zoey] Mom! Mom, come here.
You just hit 100,000 views.
Aha!
Well, at least the Internet still likes me.
You still haven’t heard from Matthew?
No.
No. And…
I don’t think I will unless it’s in court.
I still can’t believe you did all this just to get me into a snowboarding camp.
Honey, I love you.
I love you.
So, you’re not, like, totally and utterly embarrassed by your mother?
Of course not. How many kids get to say that they have Santa Claus for a mom?
That’s a really good point.
[Zoey chuckles] Thanks.
[knocking on door]
[Taylor grumbles]
[Taylor sighs]
[Taylor] Hi, Doralee.
Just a reminder. The rent’s due next week.
Yes, I will have a check for you tomorrow.
[Doralee] Hmm.
I heard what happened up at Sun Peaks.
So, the man who said he was your father, that was you?
Yeah. I’m sorry.
Guess I must’ve looked really stupid, all dressed up for someone who didn’t even exist.
You must’ve gotten a good laugh on that one.
I never meant to hurt anybody.
Why is it the only people who ever say that are the ones that do?
Um…
Is there anything that I can do to apologize?
Oh, honey. From what I’m hearing, I’m not the one you owe an apology to.
[soft music plays]
[Natasha] Matthew, there you are.
Um…
[sighs] Listen, Matthew, I am so sorry about Ms. Jacobson.
Oh. [chuckles softly] Yeah, me too.
Ava and I had a long talk today.
The first meaningful one we’ve had in a while.
It wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for Taylor.
[Matthew chuckles]
I just wanted to say thank you.
For what?
For not throwing me under the bus with your father.
Oh. [chuckles] After the way I behaved, why would you do that?
I spent a long time avoiding responsibility for… anything.
I figured maybe it’s time I grow up.
I think you should speak at the concert tonight.
Me?
No. No, my father said…
Your father said I’m supposed to teach you how to be general manager.
Consider it your final exam.
[upbeat rock music plays]
[song ends] [cheering] Nice work, guys. Hey, let’s give it up for Santa’s Helpers, huh?
[cheering]
All right. You guys remember me.
I’m Matthew Layne. I’m the…
Well, I used to work here.
But I’m sure you all heard what happened with Santa.
We’re still figuring out where to go from here, but in the meantime, it looks like this year, Sun Peaks won’t have a Santa.
[crowd groans]
Yeah. But it doesn’t mean we won’t celebrate Christmas.
Because what is Santa Claus, really?
I mean, he’s not just a beard, or a suit, or a big jolly belly.
He’s an idea. He’s an idea that we can all be a part of, no matter who we are.
[cheering]
What’s Matthew doing up there?
Looks like he’s saving our Christmas season.
Santa Claus is kindness, and generosity, and love.
He’s all the things that make us here at Sun Peaks…
You okay?
[Matthew] …a family.
So I hope you’ll join me in celebrating, even if it’s just for tonight, the very best of who we are, of who we can be.
Hope you’ll join me in saying Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
[crowd] A good night!
[cheering]
[crowd whooping, applauding]
[gentle music playing]
Uh…
[chuckles] What are you doing here?
[Zoey] Go up there, Mom.
Hey. Um…
[Matthew] Hey.
Sorry. I didn’t…
Just kind of…
I know. I’m sorry. I just…
I needed to apologize to you, and the resort, and to everyone else.
The truth is, I needed a job.
You needed a Santa Claus.
I wanted to help my daughter, and I think things just got a little out of hand.
A little bit, yeah.
Yeah.
[Matthew chuckles] And what’s she doing here?
It’s okay. It’s a good thing.
[Taylor] You know, the worst part of it is, is that I…
I didn’t think I could ever have something like this.
I didn’t think I deserved it.
But… there you were, and I just… [laughs] I didn’t think I’d ever meet somebody like you.
Certainly didn’t think I was gonna fall for you.
Um…
Anyway, I just…
I’m sorry for all the trouble that I caused, and…
I hope you can have a Merry Christmas.
Um, sorry.
[man] No.
Don’t leave him.
Thanks, man.
Yeah.
Wait. Wait. Um…
Taylor.
[chuckles]
I miss Hugh.
[laughs]
You miss Hugh?
I do.
I miss his puffy cheeks…
Stop.
…and his beard, and his scent.
He smells really good.
Oh my God. You’re ridiculous.
[laughing]
I’m sorry I came up with that stupid idea.
No, no, I…
I’m glad you did.
It was a little weird looking into Santa’s eyes and feeling…
[Taylor] Yeah.
…something, you know? It was confusing.
But if you hadn’t done that, I never would have had the chance to get to know the you underneath that beard and…
To fall for the real you.
[stirring music playing]
Maybe we can start with just spending Christmas together.
Maybe we could call it a date.
I mean, I guess so.
[crowd cheering, applauding]
[crowd cheers, whoops]
Hey, Taylor, how about a song?
I know it’s been a while, but they say it’s like riding a bike.
You told him to say that.
I did not.
[Taylor] You knew I was coming.
I said nothing.
[all chanting] Taylor! Taylor! Taylor!
Taylor! Taylor! Taylor!
All right, why not? Yeah, sure, let’s go.
[playing “Run Rudolph Run”]
♪ Out of all the reindeers
You know you’re the mastermind ♪
♪ Run, run, Rudolph
Randolph ain’t too far behind ♪
♪ Run, run, Rudolph
Santa’s gotta make it to town ♪
♪ Santa, make him hurry
Tell him he can take the freeway down ♪
♪ Run, run, Rudolph
Reeling like a merry-go-round ♪
♪ Hey! ♪
♪ Said Santa to a boy child
“What have you been longing for?” ♪
♪ “All I want for Christmas
Is a rock-and-roll electric guitar” ♪
♪ Hey, yeah! ♪
♪ Then away went Rudolph
Whizzing like a shooting star, yeah ♪
That’s my son!
♪ Come on! ♪
♪ Run, run, Rudolph
Santa’s gotta make it to town ♪
♪ Santa, make him hurry
Tell him he can take the freeway down ♪
♪ Run, run, Rudolph
Reeling like a merry-go-round ♪
♪ Ow! ♪
[whoops]
Yeah!
[song ends]
[crowd cheering, applauding]
You got it.
You got it. Give me five.
[Zoey] Merry Christmas!
[Robert] Merry Christmas!
[all laughing]
Can you believe Mom got me this?
[Taylor] Mmm.
Just be careful of your other arm, okay?
Well, I’d love to propose a toast, if I may.
First to Natasha, our new London GM, and to the newest member of the Sun Peaks team, Executive Director of Family Events, Ms. Taylor Jacobson.
[Robert] Hear, hear.
[laughing]
[all] Cheers. Merry Christmas. Cheers.
[Robert] And cheers to you.
[Matthew] All right.
[Robert] And if I may.
To my son, who proved all the doubters wrong, including me, and made his father and his late mother very proud.
Oh… [sighs] Thanks, Dad.
[Robert] Cheers.
[Matthew laughing]
Thanks.
[Robert] Well done, son.
The board is very, very happy…
[conversation continues indistinctly]
[soft music playing]
[Taylor] Hi.
Today isn’t rent day.
No.
But it’s Christmas.
[Doralee] I got a new dress at Ross.
Oh! Congratulations.
Thank you. Hey.
Merry Christmas. Cheers.
Merry Christmas.
Cheers, Zoey.
[man] She is so fun. Yeah. Yes.
[brother] I really like her. I do. Yeah.
[Doralee] Well, hello.
You’re pretty easy on the eyes.
Oh, what’s that?
[clicks tongue]
[Doralee giggles]
So sweet.
He’s in trouble.
[laughing] Take it from me, he doesn’t stand a chance.
[chuckles]
How did you get so good at Christmas?
Well… [clears throat] Santa Claus.
Mmm.
Mmhmm.
Ho, ho, ho.
Mmhmm.
[soft music continues]
[Taylor laughs]
[“Santa’s Takin’ Over The Town” plays]
♪ Donner and Blitzen are itchin’
Gettin’ ready to fly ♪
♪ Prancer and Vixen
Are polishin’ them reindeer smiles ♪
♪ Dancer’s showin’ Comet
How to rock it in the new free style ♪
♪ And all the village elves
Are workin’ through the night ♪
♪ Stockin’ up the shelves
From the left and to the right ♪
♪ Gettin’ it done ♪
♪ ‘Cause Santa’s takin’ over the town ♪
♪ Click your heels and run, Rudolph ♪
♪ ‘Cause Santa’s takin’ over the town ♪
♪ Bobby’s got a school play
Jenny’s got the lead in the choir ♪
♪ Baby’s got a toothache
With no pacifier ♪
♪ In traffic all the way
It’s like she’s screamin’ ♪
♪ Through an amplifier ♪
[vocalizing]
♪ Mama needs a break ♪
♪ Papa wants a drink ♪
♪ Oh, for heaven’s sake
Everybody’s on the brink ♪
♪ It won’t be long ♪
♪ Till Santa’s takin’ over the town ♪
♪ Tell everyone ♪
♪ That Santa’s takin’ over the town ♪
♪ Let’s have some fun ♪
♪ And let Santa take over the town ♪
♪ Like a son of a gun ♪
♪ Santa’s takin’ over the town ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
C’mon, Rudolph! Run!
I think I see a sleigh!
Maybe we should stay up to hear some hooves on the roof.
What do you think?
I hope it won’t be too long.
♪ ‘Cause all the little kids
They’re tryin’ to toe the line ♪
♪ But something’s gotta give
Before they lose their little minds ♪
♪ It won’t be long ♪
♪ Till Santa’s takin’ over the town ♪
♪ They’ll be awake before the dawn ♪
♪ ‘Cause Santa’s takin’ over the town ♪
♪ Let’s have some fun ♪
♪ Let Santa take over the town ♪
♪ Like a son of a gun ♪
♪ Santa’s takin’ over the town ♪
[song ends]
[tranquil music playing]
