I Hate Christmas (Odio il Natale)

A NETFLIX SERIES

I hate Christmas.

I've said it.

I just wanted you to know

in case the human race dies out, really.

Not because of the panettone or the lights. No.

I love panettone and lights.

I hate Christmas 'cause Christmas has it in for me.

Here I am. I look happy, don't I?

Actually, I am.

I have a job I love. I have friends that I like.

But people don't care about your happiness at Christmas.

All that matters is having your own family.

Here he is. Look.

Baby Jesus hurrying to reach his mom and dad.

These are my siblings.

Christmas doesn't have it in for them because they've made their own families.

And my mom loves them

because they've found their place in the world.

And for her, finding your place in the world is essential.

The only problem my mother has

is me.

I am neither married nor in a relationship.

In fact, to punish me this evening,

she sat me in between my brother's twins.

But I won't buckle. No.

I am proud of my independence.

And I don't need a boyfriend to be happy.

-The one who got married? -I have one!

I have a boyfriend. I'll bring him home for Christmas.

I know, I lied. True.

But you spend 12 hours the way I did, and then we'll talk.

12 HOURS EARLIER

I feel like this Christmas

is different.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Cute!

The sun's out. I haven't mentioned Francesco in a year.

You just did.

That doesn't count.

-And Mom finally removed the kids' table. -Really?

Yes, because your kids are grown up now.

What about the twins?

No.

She can't make me sit next to the twins. Right?

Gianna, sweetie, you're the odd one out.

Where do you expect to sit?

Well, unless someone gets sick before this evening. That's possible.

At this time of year, catching a chill is all it takes.

Giacomo, honey, are you wearing a scarf?

If not, you'll get sick. If you get sick, Mommy dies.

Do you want Mommy to die?

I do!

Damn you both. It's your fault that I'm here.

Why am I here?

We found the butcher's broom. Moss for your dad too.

Since we've got the moss, too, we can go home, right? Done.

Come on, Didi. We've always done this.

We come here. We chat.

-It's tradition. -But traditions change. People grow up.

As of today, my new tradition is to stop doing this nonsense with you.

Like wearing heels to go to the woods?

Be patient, Lord. She's confused. She hasn't had sex in three years.

Is that mistletoe?

Grandma said kissing someone under the mistletoe

brings a year of passion.

Yes, she was always saying it.

Yeah.

Yeah, but married people don't have sex. Everyone knows that.

I'm 30, and I'm a virgin. Who do you think needs to find love more?

The mistletoe is mine.

I saw it first!

You stay there!

Ouch! That's rude.

It's all mine. I'm taking it all!

All right, I'll keep it for Christmas, Didi for New Year, Cathy, the Epiphany.

What about me?

I mean, couldn't I kiss someone at Christmas?

Sweetie.

You? At Christmas? Come on.

Apparently not.

According to my friends,

me kissing someone at Christmas is impossible.

True. Since Francesco left me, I haven't been with anyone else.

But that doesn't mean I'll be alone forever.

Hello.

Hi, Gianna.

One, please.

Big prizes this year.

CHRISTMAS RAFFLE

-Yeah? -A romantic trip to the mountains for two.

A spa evening for two.

And as a consolation prize,

mittens,

for two.

Fantastic.

Sorry, Gianna. Have I been tactless?

No, of course not.

What do you say? Maybe we'll do a scratch card?

No.

The truth is that for everyone, I'm alone.

And I always will be.

The only place where this doesn't matter is the place I love the most.

My hospital.

See you later.

Here you go, Giulia.

Thank you.

-So, how did it go? -Good, thanks.

-Tell me later. -See you later.

Hello.

-Hello. -Hello. Thank you.

-Giannina. -Matilde, how are you? Welcome back.

Good. Giannina, darling.

Can you take Ms. Clotilde for a CT...

Matilde. Matilde Castoldi.

Yes, however, Mrs...

Matilde.

May have severe chronic obstructive pulmonary disease,

and she's complaining of chest pain.

There are no miracle cures, but we could give her a better quality of life.

Young man, listen, my quality of life is perfect as it is.

If you could at least try to stop smoking.

At 80 years old!

Young man, we have to die of something sooner or later, right?

Where did you find this one?

Dr. Menghini transferred from Florence.

Umberto, could I ask you something?

You've read her notes, right? I see signs of polychondritis.

She's been smoking for 60 years. Her chest pains are due to her lungs.

Let's do a test.

Can we swap shifts tomorrow?

-Yes. -Great.

-Hey, you. -Hi.

Regarding your suspected polychondritis...

I'm ordering some tests. You were right.

I'm off.

I have a shift in the ER.

See you later.

Are you gonna tell the doctor you have to turn right to go to the ER?

No.

He'll work it out on his own.

-You're terrible. -I learned from the best.

Married, get it? He even has kids.

-It didn't say that on his Tinder profile? -What do you think?

Rumor has it that you did better than a doctor.

Not really, but...

Lucky you. You gave up men and can now focus on your work.

No, I really have not given up men.

It hasn't happened,

but "Gianna's given up men" isn't written in stone. No.

No.

Besides, I have mistletoe now. So, you know, we'll see.

A year of passion.

Thanks for the information, Gianna.

Now, if you've finished gossiping, you can come to the meeting.

I need a list of five doctors and nurses who'll work on Christmas Eve.

How many of you were planning on spending it with partners or kids?

Gianna, double shift as usual?

That's the fate of single or childless people.

Keeping everything going while everyone else stuffs their faces.

Sorry. I got the wrong floor.

No problem. Since you're alone here, I put you down for a double shift.

-Any objections? -No.

So we'll share the magic of Christmas.

O come, all ye faithful

Joyful and...

-Here I am. -Here you are.

You said you'd be here at 4:00.

-Sorry. -Lisa gets nervous without you.

Look at her. She's nervous.

-No, she's fine. -She's gonna be sick.

-Mommy loves you. Don't be sick, okay? -Stop it.

You're gonna embarrass her.

-You're like Mom. -No. What are you saying? No way.

Mom never came to hear you sing anyway. I did.

Sorry I'm late. Two emergency patients arrived.

-Yeah. -I'm so tired.

You don't know what tiredness is until you have kids.

I can assure you.

I haven't slept in months.

I do night shifts in the hospital too.

It's not the same. A mother never sleeps.

What about diapers?

Truckloads full!

I change diapers in the hospital too.

Christ the Lord

Well done, Lisa!

Gianna, when will you have a little shepherd of your own?

Gianna?

Hi, Margherita. How are you?

Hi, Francesco!

Good. And you? What are you doing... I mean, what are you doing here?

I came to see my wife's niece.

Greta's at home with the baby. I came to represent the family.

And Gianna?

Gianna? Uh, Gianna's...

Well, you know what she's like. Always out and about,

up and down the country, more up than down.

Because down is bad, and she's never down.

She's working.