Snowed-Inn Christmas Page #3

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Well, great. I think I'll be

up and about well before 8:00.

Very well.

I'll see you then.

Knock knock.

You know, you could actually

knock like a normal person.

What?

You laugh now, huh?

It's like I'm in

a bed full of bunnies.

Wait 'til you try yours on.

It's like I'm wearing nothing.

But I'm not.

You really have a way

of putting things

so even a two-year-old

can understand.

I have my own pyjamas,

thank you.

Not a lot of light in here, huh?

I like it.

My bed's softer than yours.

Is there something you needed?

No, I just wanted to know

if you wanted some help

unpacking your broom and cape.

Goodnight, Kevin.

Goodnight, Jenna.

Mm.

Well, well, look who

came late to breakfast.

Yes, I slept in.

Haven't slept in

since I was a child.

Sounds like the saddest thing

I've heard in my entire life.

Have you looked outside yet?

Looks like we're living in

an Indiana snow globe.

Yeah.

With no way out.

Yes, that's what a snow globe

is, you're stuck inside.

What is your issue

with Indiana anyway?

Maybe that it's not

a luxury chalet in Aspen

surrounded by beautiful

snowcap mountains?

Thank you, Carol.

We might not be Aspen

but there's no place

like the Winters Inn.

You'll see.

Well, you're lucky to be here

for our last Christmas

before we close.

Oh, you're closing? Why?

Oh, dear.

The developers have been

threatening

to shut us down for years

to build a big luxury hotel.

You're still here.

Mmhmm, sure.

Since this place has been

designated as an historic site

it can never get approval.

What happened?

They made a case that the man

who founded this inn in 1832

is a fictional character.

And therefore the building

has no historical significance.

Who founded it?

Well, the great Saint Nick,

of course.

I'm

So sorry to hear

that's happening to you.

Is there anything

that can save your inn?

Only if we can prove that it is

a national historic landmark.

Good morning, my dear.

Oh.

Good morning, you two.

Morning.

Morning, Chris.

Um, any word on those flights?

Looks like the snow is

disappearing and we really

We should get started,

we should go.

The blizzard is still in

full effect in Colorado.

There are no flights

in or out of Aspen.

You got to be kidding.

What?

On the bright side,

all this fresh show is perfect

for our sleigh rides

this afternoon.

That's very sweet.

So, you're saying

there's no way into Colorado?

I can't drive there.

There must be another way

to Aspen.

A private airport. There's a lot

of rich people in Aspen.

It's a great idea. What, are you

going to charter your own jet?

Did I say I was going to

charter a jet?

It sounded like you meant that,

yeah.

Why don't you and your pancakes

mind your own business?

Okay, fine.

Yeah.

We'll just sit over here and

enjoy our carbs.

Okay, okay, okay.

I'm sorry, you two,

it looks like you're snowed in.

You're snowed in?!

Yeah, there's no way in or out.

This is a disaster.

I need your pieces

uploaded the site

by 9:
00am on Christmas Day.

What am I supposed to

publish now?

I know.

And where did you guys

say you were again?

Indiana.

It's Santa Claus, Indiana

to be specific,

and there's a lovely couple

who's let us stay at their

beautiful historic inn.

It's decorated like

Santa's Village in here.

Because it's Christmas time.

I mean, what is wrong with you?

Would you look at this place?

Okay, wait a second.

Did you just tell me that

your plane landed

in a town called Santa Claus

one week before Christmas?

Yeah.

Why do you make this

sound like it's a good thing?

Because it is a good thing!

You guys, you need to stay!

There's a story there,

I can feel it.

Simone, okay.

I have spent weeks

organizing my research.

Will you please be quiet,

both of you, and figure it out?

Or find another job.

Now, I thought I'd taught you

that the heart of being

a good journalist

is finding the extraordinary

in the ordinary.

So, find it!

Wait! Simone!

Simone!

Guys, uh, guys?

Merry Christmas.

Wait!

All right? Bye.

Oh, gosh. They get on my nerves.

Don't you just love

decorating the Christmas tree?

Yes.

It brings people together

in such a special way.

How about you, Kevin?

Did your family decorate

the Christmas tree together

when you were a kid?

Uh, my dad would take us

Christmas camping.

Christmas camping outside?

No, no, no, no, we, uh

we'd camp out in the living room

in front of the Christmas tree

after we decorated.

We'd, um, just keep

the tree lights on

and eat Christmas

caramel popcorn

and my dad would read us

Christmas stories

until we fell asleep.

Oh, Kevin,

that sounds beautiful.

You dad sounds amazing.

Yeah. He's the best.

How about you, Jenna?

Oh, uh, yeah, yeah.

We had plenty of great

Christmas traditions.

Um, my mom used to make

this peppermint hot chocolate

that all the neighbourhood kids

went crazy for.

And we made homemade

marshmallows.

And, uh, on Christmas eve

my parents would set our

stockings at the end of the bed,

and then early in the morning

we would wake up and have,

you know, something to open

before

everybody else.

You okay over there, Jenna,

you look a little frazzled?

Nothing, I'm fine.

Thank you.

Don't tell me

you're reading about this place

when you could be outside

experiencing it.

Yes, I think it's important

to know the history.

What did you find outside?

I found a great coffee spot.

They roast their beans in house.

Came across a couple local kids

tobogganing.

Took their saucer down a hill,

it was electrifying.

Sounds terrifying.

You never tobogganed as a kid?

No, never.

So, what are you, uh,

what did you find in your book?

I'm not going to tell you.

Go do your own research.

What do you think this is, huh?

I think that's coffee.

Show me your research.

Let's see it.

It's all up here.

I can't believe

you're my competition.

Come on, no, no. Tell me.

Tell me one fact

you learned in your book.

No.

Pretty please.

Okay.

The legend is two centuries ago

old Saint Nick crashed his

sleigh here one Christmas Eve

after delivering Christmas

presents but he liked it so much

he decided to stay

and make it his home.

The North Pole was

too conspicuous?

Apparently it's tradition now to

look up in the sky at midnight

on Christmas Eve

and see a golden streak.

A golden streak?

Yes, it's a dash of

the Christmas spirit

marking the end of Christmas Eve

and the beginning of

Christmas Day.

Oh, and, um, only those who

believe will be able to see it.

Hm.

Sounds like you're wasting

your time.

It's magical, right?

You know Santa Claus

isn't real, right?

Yes!

You just asked me

what I was reading.

Because I wanted facts.

I didn't want some

ridiculous fairy-tale.

Well, I happen to think

this is interesting.

Forget it. Jeez.

All right.

Yeah.

Hey!

Sharing is caring.

What, did your father not

teach you any manners as a kid?

My father taught me everything.

Well, he skipped over

common decency.

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