Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Smile for the camera.

Read in the paper about the McConklin boy, Mrs. Spellman?

Oh, yes, my sister and I did.

Just awful, Mr. Putnam, poor child.

We pray to Satan.

Pray, pray that he's okay, wherever he is.

-He's not the first. -Mm.

It used to be, in a town like Greendale,

folks could leave their front doors unlocked.

Now, kids are gettin' snatched right out of their yards.

Ooh! Sabrina, Susie, it's your turn, my loves.

Come sit on Santa's knee.

Up you go.

Now... Oof!

What would you two like from Santa this year?

A truck, like my dad.

And how about you? What do you wish for?

I wish I could see my mommy.

And smile.

Aunt Hilda, Ambrose, the Christmas tree looks great, you guys.

Sabrina, I wish you wouldn't call it that.

It's a Yule tree.

Christmas isn't so bad, Zelds.

Plus, also, for someone who doesn't believe in it,

you have got yourself quite a few presents.

Those are not for me, Hilda.

Those are for baby Leticia.

Imagine, a baby in the house just in time for the winter holidays.

It couldn't be more perfect.

Pity the child in question was abducted.

Ambrose, need I remind you of the High Priest's

rather Herod-like tendencies when it comes to baby girls?

What I can't fathom is how you expect to keep the babe's existence a secret.

What secret?

There's no secret.

Leticia is a long-lost Spellman

sent to us from the old country to raise, as we did Sabrina.

Huh.

Oh, I remember when that was taken.

Oh, it's hard, isn't it, this time of year?

When we miss family most.

I wish I could have had one Solstice with them, Auntie.

Yeah. You know what's gonna cheer you up?

We're gonna roast some chestnuts, and we're gonna...

Oh, we're gonna brew some apple cider.

We'll hunker down and watch your favorite Christmas movies.

It's a Wonderful Life, Miracle on 34th Street.

I know you love that one.

I do. That sounds great.

And I'll read A Christmas Carol.

Even Auntie Zee can appreciate that story.

I like the ghosts in it.

Well, Christmas is the best time for ghost stories.

Speaking of ghosts, it's time to light the Yule log.

Remember, the Yule log is not a decoration,

it is a protection.

It must burn continuously

from now, through the shortest day, through the longest night,

until dawn.

Otherwise, Satan knows what malevolent forces

might come down our chimney.

Creatures with perhaps deadly intentions.

So let's keep the log lit, shall we?

And now, the Solstice blessing.

May the log burn,

may the wheel turn,

may the evil spurn,

may the sun return.

All right, what is it?

You haven't said two words this past week. What's happened?

Did the Grinch get to you?

Or the Dark Lord, perhaps?

Things are different this year, Ambrose.

I signed my name in his Book of the Beast.

Like the rest of us. Life goes on.

Your friends have accepted that you're a witch. You told me so.

Er... More or less.

I'm kind of keeping my distance from them.

Giving them some time to get used to the idea.

Maybe you should be doing the exact opposite,

reassuring them that it's all good,

business as usual.

Maybe.

I don't know. Honestly...

Times like this, I wish I could ask my mom for advice.

Like, I could ask her how exactly my dad told her he was a warlock.

-Hm. -And how she reacted.

How long did it take her to get used to the idea?

Did she...

did she think about breaking up with my dad

-the way I broke up with Harvey? -Mm, cousin...

Every girl wants to talk to their mum after a bad breakup.

The other thing is...

I saw her, Ambrose, in limbo.

When I was trying to rescue Tommy. She was confused, haunted, trapped.

If she's in limbo,

then that must mean she has some unfinished business that's...

keeping her from passing on.

Exactly. And if she could tell me what it was, I could help her.

And how would she tell you?

We could have a séance.

You said it yourself, Ambrose,

-Christmas is the perfect time for ghosts. -In fiction.

Solstice is when the veil between the living and the dead is at its thinnest.

That's why we burn the Yule logs, to keep the bad things out.

-My mother is not a bad thing. -Er...

Anyway.

It was just an idea.

Dark Lord, as the longest night approaches, answer me.

I did what you asked.

Sabrina signed her name in your Book of the Beast.

Why have you forsaken me?

Why have you not called me home to the Pit?

Has my mission changed?

Say the word.

Give my life meaning.

Give me a sign.

Happy Solstice, Ms. Wardwell.

Sabrina.

Bright Yuletide to you and your family.

I was hoping to ask you a favor, Ms. Wardwell.

Remember when I went to limbo?

Vividly. I saw my mom there.

We didn't talk that much, but she looked like she needed help.

Really?

I want to have a séance, Ms. Wardwell,

to contact her.

So I was hoping you could lend me your Book of the Dead.

Again.

Ah, there's no way I'm going to dissuade you, is there?

And if I deny you,

you'll just ask your chums at the Academy for a Book of the Dead, won't you?

That's where I'm going after school.

Well, then, who am I to...

keep a daughter from her mother?

But, Sabrina, be careful.

Mind nothing unspeakable

breaks through with your mumsie.

Well...

do let me know how it goes.

I will. And thanks for the book, Ms. Wardwell.

You're the best.

Oh!

Oh, Stolas.

A demoness's work is never done, is it?

If Sabrina contacts her mortal mother,

who knows what disturbing things

mommy dearest might say to her daughter fair?

And after we've just gotten her to sign on the dotted line.

No.

Better to disrupt the proceedings, I think.

You want us to be a part of your séance?

Yeah.

To contact my mom.

I mean, no pressure, of course, but...

I thought I'd at least ask.

Erm...

Is it too soon?

And too weird?

Or... both?

-Too soon. -Too weird.

Plus, my cousins are staying with us for Christmas, so...

And I'm pretty much working full-time until Christmas Eve.

Susie, uh, tell Sabrina what you're doing.

Playing Jingles the Christmas Elf at Santa's Play Land.

Oh, my gosh! Susie, really?

-You've wanted to do that for years. -I know!

And Mr. Bartel, who's playing Santa, is basically the Grinch,

but you guys should come by Knights of St. Bernard Hall.

-Definitely. -Absolutely. Count me...

in.

Will you guys excuse me for a minute?

I wasn't sure if we were gonna talk before break.

I wanted to give you some space.

I appreciate that, Brina.

Harvey, the last real talk we had...

you said every time you look at me,

all you see is your brother.

Is that still true?

Um...

But it-- it's getting better.

I think.

How's your dad holding up?

He's still drinking. It's the worst it's ever been.

Can you call anyone to help? Your grandpa?

I tried, but my dad doesn't want anyone seeing him this way.

Oh.

I got you something for Christmas.

Open it.

They're these special colored pencils my Aunt Hilda found in a shop in England.

Their tips never wear down.

So, they're magic.

I'd say... enchanted.

Is that not okay?

No, no, uh...

They're great.

Thanks, Sabrina. Thanks for this.

I, uh...

I'll see you after break.

Merry Christmas, Harvey.