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Hey, babe.

What is it?

The cabin I used to go to

when I was the kids' age.

We should take them there,

give them their first white Christmas.

- You think it's still there?

- Yeah.

Place was built

like a brick you-know-what.

Sh*t house?

Why, when I say you-know-what...

...you feel compelled

to fill in the blanks?

- Because I know it makes you crazy.

- Yes, it makes me crazy.

Looks inviting.

I'm gonna need contact with my patients.

It's in the middle of nowhere.

And that's what makes it great.

Besides, you could use some contact

with your kids.

That's the third time you've made

a crack like that in the last few weeks.

- Just making sure that you heard me.

- Sweetheart, I'm not 12.

You know, I get it.

It's just-- I try, but work is insane.

I've got all those new patients.

And I just...

I know.

Look, kids are your strong suit,

mine's paying the bills.

That's the plan.

That was always the plan. Remember?

You're better at that.

You're better at everything.

- You're better at playing baseball.

- That's crap.

Besides, taking care of the kids...

...takes a lot less energy and time

than you think it does.

You make it look easy.

Here it is, guys.

- It doesn't even look open.

- Yeah? Well, it's supposed to be.

Okay, 9'~lY5-

- I'm just gonna get the keys to the cabin.

- Dad, it's spooky out here.

- I think it's kind of cool.

- Yeah, it is kind of cool.

And kind of spooky.

Wait here.

Hello?

Mr. Howes?

Hello?

Hello?

- What do you want?

- God, man.

- You scared the hell out of me.

- Oh, I'm sorry about that.

- Are you Mr. Howes?

- Sheriff Howes, actually.

Oh, I'm Terrance Shade.

Leah Tyler's husband.

It's nice to finally meet you.

I was so sorry to hear about your loss.

I remember her.

She was just the sweetest little child.

My wife and I both loved her

very much.

- May God rest them both.

- Thank you.

I was expecting you earlier.

I thought I had my days mixed up.

I know. Sorry. Took me longer

than I thought to get the kids organized.

Not a problem.

I got the keys to the cabin inside.

Well, come on.

Well, here's the cabin keys.

I closed the station early

because there wasn't much going on.

That's some cough you got.

You okay?

Oh, yeah, I'm fine.

I'm just getting over a little thing.

- Everything's ready?

- I got everything you wanted.

Enough for a week, easy.

Lots of ice, mac and cheese,

candy, decorations.

The fridge upstairs is on the fritz...

...but the freezer down in the basement

is stocked full.

- Great.

- It's beautiful up there.

Your kids are gonna have fun.

Just like their mom did.

Yeah, she really lit up

when she talked about this place.

She used to run up and down

those aisles looking for candy.

I can see her in those two.

Come on, you guys.

You got plenty. Let's go. Jake.

He)'-

Well, now.

- What's this guy's name?

- Jack the Ripper.

- Sweet.

- Thanks. Appreciate it.

Oh, no. It's free candy day.

You're in luck. It's free candy day.

- Supposed to snow like hell.

- Snow, huh?

That's good for snowmen

and all that good snow stuff.

- Absolutely essential.

- Come on, you guys.

- Thanks, Mr. Howes.

- Thank you.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas. Thanks, sheriff.

Dad?

How come you don't have

any pictures of Mom?

Sure I do.

Where? I never see them.

Don't you think about her any more?

Sweetheart, I will always

think about your mom.

Sometimes it's hard

for people to keep things...

...that remind them

of someone who's gone.

Sometimes, they just wanna make it

through the day without feeling sad.

You know what I mean?

When you say "people,"

you mean you, right?

Yeah. I mean me.

I worry about forgetting.

- Mom had such a great face.

- Sweetheart, you won't.

I guarantee it.

- Are we there yet?

- Not yet.

Sh*t!

Dad said the S-H word.

You guys okay?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Stay here.

Wonderful.

- Dad!

- What? Are you all right?

I'm all right. Are you all right?

Fine.

What was it?

Just a squirrel.

- That couldn't have been a squirrel.

- No sh*t.

Watch your mouth, Jake.

- You said it, Dad.

- Yeah, I was wrong to say it.

But you say it all the time.

- Jake, let it go.

- Jake, let it go.

When I'm a grown up

can I say bad stuff?

Sure, buddy.

Hey, guys.

So, what do you think?

- No satellite dish?

- I didn't ask.

- What about cartoons?

- Guys, we're gonna hike.

We're gonna sled.

We're gonna learn to ski.

Have you ever done

any of that stuff, Dad?

- No I have not, but--

- They had better have a TV.

It's called the great outdoors. All right?

We're not gonna spend

that much time inside the cabin.

You might be right, Dad.

Maybe we don't wanna spend

much time in the cabin.

Go in, Jake.

Ladies first. Right, Dad?

Come on. We'll all go in together.

Cool. Dad, do you think it's real?

Oh, no. I doubt it, honey.

Totally real.

Dad?

What's in the box?

I'm guessing tools.

Mr. Howes must've left them

when he came to set everything up.

- Set what up?

- Set what up?

Well, that's funny you should ask.

Merry Christmas, kiddos.

Are there presents?

Are there presents?

Gee, I hadn't thought of that.

- No way!

- Thanks, Dad.

Got more at home too.

Figured this was enough

to hold you over.

- Can we open them?

- No.

We gotta make a fire,

gotta make hot chocolate...

...get in the whole

Christmas mood, right?

Come on, let's look around.

Bedrooms are upstairs.

Three of them, supposedly.

You guys pick the one you want.

- No fighting.

- Oldest picks first.

Okay, then I'll pick.

All right, we'll pick.

No fighting. I promise.

Excellent. I get the biggest bedroom

and my own bathroom...

...because I am, obviously, the mostest

awesomest dad on the planet.

Yeah? Right? Nothing? All right.

Stay with the tour.

Dining room.

Nice.

You brought your tuxedo, right?

A gentleman dresses for dinner.

And this is the kitchen.

Oh, man.

- What are we gonna eat?

- Oh, right.

The fridge is on the fritz.

Follow me.

- I'm not that hungry, Dad.

- Come on, you fraidycats.

Behold a treasure chest

of culinary delights.

A what?

For the master of the house,

of course, hot dogs.

For the lady, it looks like

every mini-pizza in North America.

What about you, Dad?

Mac and cheese.

You realize you're the only kids...

...that don't like mac and cheese, right?

It's weird.

- Tired, beaux?

- No way.

- Well, I am. Sorry, I'm bushed.

- Please, Dad.

- Come on.

- Dad.

But since we're in this

most excellent cabin...

...and we have all this excellent food,

including this weird ice cream...

...I say slumber party

in the family room.

Right? Come on.

Hey, don't touch those gifts

till I get there.

We must fight to regain our freedom

or everything is lost.

Everything!

Sweet dreams, love.

ls there a way to stop

from having nightmares, Mom?

Think funny thoughts

before you go to sleep.

I tried that and then I had a dream

about the killer clown guy with big feet.

- With the orange hair that was on fire?

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