Christmas Wishes & Mistletoe Kisses

It's cute.

Hey, guys, is this too much?

Oh, no. Nothing's too much for Christmas.

Mmm, I feel exactly the same way, Hem.

Oh, Lord, I'm, hopeless.

Heh. No, you're not hopeless.

Ah, do you-- Do you mind...

-...if I just help a little bit? -Oh, please.

-Just a little bit. Okay. -Please.

Alright. Ahem.

So, what you do is you,

you put it deep down inside the tree like that...

...and then you loop it

kinda like a bow.

It's gonna almost look like a present

when you're done with it.

Oh, wow. That's beautiful.

Hmm. You're wasting your talent working here.

You should be doing interior decorating professionally.

Oh, I only do this in my spare time, you know that.

Plus, I love Shady Grove.

As a board member, I'm thrilled

that my director of programming is so concerned.

But as your friend,

I really hate to see you waste your talent.

Look, if a large-scale, full time interior design job

became available, would you be interested?

What, you mean with you?

Well, the Sinclair Family Foundation.

My son Nick was really impressed with the job you did

on my colonial and he wants to talk to you

about doing the family estate.

What do you say? Come on, it's a--

Take a meeting.

Come on...

I'll sleep on it.

Okay.

Have your people call my people.

Ooh! God! Oh, God!

Are you--?

I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there. Are you okay?

No, no harm, no foul,

no broken candy canes.

Well, that's good.

Oh, everything is closed around here.

Do you know why? It's a business day.

Not in Richmond.

This is a Christmas tree ceremony.

The annual tradition of shutting down the entire town

just to plug in a tree.

It's a little more than that.

You should stay. It's actually pretty magical.

You know, I-I can't.

Uh, while Richmond might shut down,

Hong Kong never sleeps.

Besides, I don't believe in magic.

Nice running into you, yeah.

Bye.

Hey, dad.

Hey, honey.

Hey, bub!

Who was that?

Oh. Uh, just somebody

in need of a little Christmas cheer.

Well, you never know, it could've been the Grinch!

Is it time yet?

But look, look past.

Angels!

Well, there he goes.

Meet you at the tree, Max!

Heh, what?

I've been your dad for over three decades,

and I know that "I got a secret" twinkle in your eye

like the back of my hand.

What happened?

Well, Caroline asked me

to decorate the Sinclair estate.

That's over in Windsor Hill. Yep.

Pretty fancy.

Job like that could get you written up

in a design magazine and you could restart your career.

I know. I know, dad, you should see this place.

Bones to die for,

original architecture, marble floors.

But I have a career.

You know, I mean, I have a career that affords me time

to go home and eat dinner with my son

and go to all the school activities.

I mean, why would I want to give that up?

Do you want me to talk you into this or out of this?

I don't know.

But I do know that I want to be there

for all the important moments in Max's life.

Like you and Mom were there for me.

You know, that meant a lot to me.

And who says you can't do both?

But-- No, but nothin'.

Take the meeting.

Look, Max has a young, very cool grandpa

who loves spending time with him.

And I'll make sure you don't miss any of the important things,

even I have to drag you away

from those fancy designs of yours.

Anybody ever tell you you're the best dad in the world?

I think I got a coffee mug or two that reminds me.

Can I see it now?

Almost.

Three, two, one!

Christmas is here!

All right, Ham, this little guy is all I could find.

Hey, you guys are playin' without me!

What's this I hear about a job interview?

Caroline told you guys?

Yeah. Well, you know what, guys,

I have not done a job that scale

in a long time, so I'm probably not even going to get the offer.

I wouldn't worry about it.

Don't you go there, Abbey Fuller.

Go home and do your homework.

Walk in there with confidence.

Show 'em your passion.

Hey, they'd be lucky to get you.

Lucky.

Mike, what a coincidence!

You asked me to meet you here at 2:30.

I did? Hmm.

You know I forget things.

Abbey, uh, this is my grandson, Mike.

He still visits me every week,

even though he's a big time doctor now.

And he loves kids.

Well, it's, it's a job requirement.

-I work at the children's hospital... -Oh.

...where, uh, fortunately, Granddad,

we don't have to put up with

this type of scheming and manipulation.

Ha. Well, I don't know about that.

I have been manipulated by my fair share

of scheming children.

You should let him take you to coffee.

She's off at five.

Well, unfortunately, my evening

is spoken for by a five-year-old

that is just dying for me to get home

and help him with a gingerbread house.

But, um, it was very nice to meet you.

You as well.

Here's your tree, Hem.

Smooth.

Do you think this is goon enough

to win the gingerbread contest at Grandpa's cafe?

As long as you do your best and have fun,

you're the winner where it counts, right there.

I know, but the real winner gets a chocolate reindeer.

Hey, bub, you know I have that interview tomorrow, right?

Yeah? Well, if I get it,

you might have to spend a little bit more time

at your grandpa's house after school.

You okay with that?

I like Grandpa's house.

I know you do. But listen to me,

If there's ever anything that's really important to you,

I'll be there, okay?

What about the Christmas pageant?

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Nick, don't forget

you have an interview in a few minutes.

I know, Mom. That's why Kate is here.

She has impeccable taste.

I know nothing of couches and art.

But whoever we hire is going to be working

for the family foundation, not Sinclair Enterprises.

I know. And I promise you,

you and I will make the final decisions, okay?

But I would like to have Kate's opinion.

I'll get that.

Hi.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I-I'm Abbey Fuller,

the designer.

Oh. Well, of course.

Nick Sinclair. Hi.

Nice to meet you.

Abbey! I'm so glad you're here.

Nick, why don't we meet you in the ballroom in about five minutes?

I'm gonna take Abbey on a little tour of the house.

Sure.

Come on in.

Oh, wow.

Carol, I could fit my entire apartment in here.

Oh... Ah, thank you.

The Sinclair estate belonged to Nick's paternal grandparents.

Nick use to love to come here

when he was a kid-- he called it,

"The Palace."

Oh, it's something. Heh.

So you can see why

we're desperate for your help.

And does Nick live here now?