A Firehouse Christmas Page #4

year without snow.

Thank you, thank you,

thank you.

Great.

Thank you.

Merry Christmas!

Ok.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Merry Christmas.

Mr. Norris? It's Judge Willis.

Hello, Judge.

Is everything alright?

Is there something

I can help you with?

Sorry, I um...

You're a firefighter.

Yes, ma'am.

Retired captain at the Fourth

Street station in Phoenix.

You're Parker's dad.

He doesn't want me around.

I should go.

It's not too late.

I believed that last year,

when I first reached

out to Parker.

But now I'm not so sure.

He told me a bit

about you two.

How you left him

when he was five.

His mother and I split.

I was devastated. Angry.

I walked out and didn't ever

want to look back.

I got remarried and my new

wife made sure

I cut all ties with my ex.

I moved to Phoenix.

Days became months,

months became years.

And 20 years later here I stand,

realizing I made the biggest

mistake of my life

not fighting to see my son.

I just called him, but he

threatened a restraining order

if I didn't leave him alone.

I wrote this.

It explains everything.

I mailed it to him five or

six times but he sent it back

every time, unopened.

I thought perhaps if I gave

it to him in person,

maybe then he'll read it.

Why don't you give me that?

Where are you staying?

Windsor Hotel.

Wait.

I'm Jason.

You never told me your name.

I'm Jenny.

Merry Christmas, Jenny.

Merry Christmas.

Never a dull moment.

Yeah.

Hi, Mary.

Good morning, Tom.

What are you doing?

Just some last minute sales.

I still own a toy shop,

you know.

Tom, not acceptable.

I promise things are not

gonna go your way

if you don't play along.

Well then we both lose,

don't we?

If I don't show, I lose,

you lose.

Tom. This is important.

You need to show up

for the family photo.

Can't we just be adults

about this?

It's just pictures.

Think of your daughter.

Look, I don't know

about this scheme, ok?

Do this for me and all your

grief will just disappear.

Ok. Fine.

Thank you, Tom.

And don't forget

about the book signing

and also the,

book interview.

I... see you later, ok?

Bye.

Wait, what?

I can't believe this!

What's the problem?

Look!

Come on, I have the solution.

Hang on, I'm coming.

Why? Why today,

the day of all days!

Get this piece of meat

off of me!

You remember Nationals?

Yeah, dad.

All around gold medal?

Yeah, dad.

I'll never forget.

You made me miss mom's

Thanksgiving dinner

with her family so that we could

rehearse the routine.

And your mother understood.

Yeah.

Keep telling yourself that.

Get... I'm a vegan!

This piece of meat saved

our butt,

and will do it again

if you let it.

No.

Dad, I'm not a kid anymore,

dad.

Oy.

Hey.

Did you get the list of gifts

that I gave for Sadie?

I got the list, yes.

Ok, did you get any of the items

on the list?

No, Mary, I did not.

I refuse to get her a tablet.

She needs to focus

on her skating,

not video games.

Dad, I want to make her happy.

Happy?

Kids don't know

what they need

and you shouldn't

be placating her.

It's bad enough Tom does.

Tom.

He's gonna be here.

And why is that?

Well, because we're fixing

things.

Splendid.

And it's just to drive up

my book sales.

Something about me

being single

and my book is about

being married.

I don't get it.

Rob.

Hey, I'm in Thailand.

What happened in Barbados?

Raining.

Hey, this call's ten dollars

a minute but I had to tell you

we had a huge pre-sale

on your book come in yesterday.

Really? What does that mean?

That means you are just a

few thousand books away

from being a New York Times

bestseller!

What? Really?

This is so amazing!

I thought I'd get it

on the list must be short.

I got a call to make.

Such a party pooper.

Mary, do you have a man

for the show tonight?

Yeah, yeah. Tom will be here.

Good.

Get him on your arm

and you will be the next

New York Times bestseller!

Catch later!

Good luck!

Rob? Rob!

Ok.

Morning.

Mom.

That...

No, not one more word

or you're gonna be

on Santa's naughty list.

Go get dressed.

Jeez.

Hello?

Hey, where are you?

We're gonna be late.

Yeah, you know what Mary?

I thought about it.

If you wanna go to war,

I'm ready.

I don't have to play along.

I will drop my presents off

and spend next Christmas

with Sadie as per our agreement.

I won't take your gifts.

Mary, there's one that she

really needs next week.

I'll make sure she doesn't

see them until next year.

That's... you're

being unreasonable!

That's how I play,

so you better be here in an hour

or there's nothing for Sadie.

Ok, fine.

For Sadie's sake.

But no book signing.

I will be at the photo

and the interview.

That's it.

You better be there, or else.

There you go.

It's been an hour

and only two people.

I'm calling Rob.

You should be visualizing

your skating routine,

not playing games.

Ok. Done.

It's a three minute routine.

I already know it.

There's knowing it and then

there's living it.

Dad, enough!

Alright, I am here.

Let's do this.

Dad!

Do you guys need to be filming

all the time?

Hey, kiddo!

So glad to see you're

here for me.

Ok.

Now, let's go do our

family photos.

Yay, we're going to see Santa!

Mmmhmm.

Dad, do you think Santa will

get me the hockey skates

that I wanted?

Sadie, you're the

proud daughter

of an Olympic gold medalist

figure skater.

Hockey only earned your country

a silver.

Who wants to be second best?

You know what, sweetie?

Ask for what you want, I'm

sure Santa will listen, ok?

Over here.

We have reservations

for a photo.

Mary Hamilton-Norris.

Well, Merry Christmas.

Just give me ten minutes.

I'm on a break.

I have reservations

already paid for.

I'm on a tight schedule.

Look, lady, you'll have

to wait.

The photographer and I

are union.

A union Santa?

Are you-are you kidding me?

Ok, wait, we have a camera

phone, we could use that.

Come on everybody.

No, no, no.

That is not permitted,

subsection two.

I can't believe this.

Santa will be back

in a few minutes.

Ok.

Hey, can you pull over?

I need to get something.

Last minute gift?

Yeah, for my mother.

Come on, Santa.

Show me the Christmas spirit.

I'm on a timeline here.

Are you really buying

one of her books?

It's not for me,

it's for my parents.

Yeah, you speak to

Downer Santa.

Maybe he'll listen to you.

And now you're stealing?

No.

Nice try, Santa.

Come on, Santa.

I need to capture

this festive moment.

Here. Sign it.

Wait, what?

My parents know

my handwriting.

Just write "to Tess and Kyle".

Come on, Santa.

Ok.

We need a picture.

Did you hear that?

Let's go, Santa.

Sit on your throne.

Wait, is that...?

Yeah, come on, come on!

Um...

Let's go, Santa.

To Tess and...

Stop ignoring me!

I need this photo!

Thank you.

Come on. Santa?

What is she doing?

Hey, look here.

I have a film crew,

my family,

and a New York Times bestseller

list to get on.

I need this photo.

Tom?

We follow the rules here!

Now, you'll just have to get

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