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Dear Santa,
this Christmas
I want to ask you for...
DATING SANTA
- Sure everything's fine over there? - Relax.
Everything's perfect.
- Just enjoy yourself. - No, I'm so nervous.
I have social anxiety, stress. Cancel it.
- Of course not! - I'm begging you!
Just go!
People are crazy.
It's... torture!
Pure masochism.
- What are you talking about? - Going on a blind date.
Organized by your malevolent sister.
You haven't been on a serious relationship for almost a decade, Lucía.
Sorry. The truth is sometimes hard, but...
I poked my eye, silly.
Lu, you told me yourself that you wanted to meet someone
and overcome your fear of...
- That wasn't me, it was the booze. - Just have dinner with him.
If you don't like him, I won't press it. Sergio is perfect for you.
- Trust me. - Okay.
You know those days when everything goes wrong and it keeps getting worse?
Like that.
I left home late because I didn't know what to wear,
and then my car battery was dead.
I tried to call a taxi on my cell,
but my card kept being rejected because of a bank issue.
And much later on...
- It's fine. Calm down. - And I don't usually do this.
Besides, I used the time. Really.
I replied to some emails, some texts.
I called my dad, my mom, my godmother.
I'm so sorry. I swear I'm not usually this unpunctual.
I mean, a little bit.
But never this much.
It's fine, seriously.
Besides, you chose wisely.
- What? - Your outfit.
- This is nothing. - No, really, you look very nice.
And I Iove that alternative take on fashion
with the tag showing and such.
Are you kidding me?
No. No, stop it!
My cards are all on the table.
What can I say? I'm a mess.
I want to try it.
- My mess? Or my inside-out sweater? - The wine.
Right. Cheers. See? I told you, I'm a mess.
Cheers.
Oh, God.
I like this.
- The wine? - No. I like you.
You, too, have chosen wisely.
The restaurant is...
incredible.
I cheated. The truth is I got a discount and...
No, I'm kidding. I told you I was going to cook and I did. Pepe?
Sorry.
Bring the first dish, please.
Of course, Chef. Excuse me, miss.
Thank you.
- "Chef"? - Chef.
What?
What? Yes, I'm the executive chef of the Indigo restaurants.
I usually work at the Jalisco resort.
- What do you do? - I'm an architect.
No, I mean it. Wow. I can't even draw a straight line.
We are even. My oven is full of toys. High five.
Yes.
- So? - So what?
- Tell me. - About what?
About you.
I love fire.
No, I'm more a fan of air.
Well, I was a pyromaniac as a child. Sorry.
That's why I like to be in the kitchen. Open your mouth.
What's this delight?
Well, this is precisely what fire tastes like.
Interesting.
What does air taste like?
Air? Like freedom.
Where can one taste that?
You taste that at... 656 feet high,
- at a building site, among scaffolding... - No way.
Are you afraid of heights?
I'm afraid of heights.
- That's what everybody says. - Everybody?
Are you talking about your suitors?
- Thousands. - Millions.
Of course, millions. Sure. Where are they?
They ran away.
- Why? - Because...
I'm a very busy woman.
- And they were afraid of heights. - Sure.
I'd do it with you.
Taste the air... at 3,280 feet high.
How long have you been working here?
More than I had planned, really.
It can sound like a cliche,
but one day I'd like to have my own restaurant.
- Right. And what's stopping you? - Well, the usual. Money.
- Yeah. - But I'm working on that.
Yes, the Indigo investors
- are sending me some hints. - Right.
I love it.
- Yes. - I love your passion for what you do.
Oh, no...
Let's see...
Salty or sweet?
No, that's not fair, because...
- Why not? - It's ultimately a matter of balance.
That is cheating. You have to answer.
Let's see, hot or cold?
It depends.
- On what? - On whether there is a beach.
And if there is, which coast? The Caribbean or the Pacific?
The Pacific. You?
Me? The Pacific, always.
- Let's go. - To the beach?
Are you always this impulsive?
No.
But I am with you.
This is great, but...
I can't.
- You can't go to the beach? - No.
I can't commit to anything.
Okay, fine.
- Okay? - Yes, that's fine.
Besides, the restaurant is my priority.
And we live in different cities.
Yes, long-distance relationships almost never work.
No.
That doesn't mean we can't have fun, right?
I couldn't agree more.
Lucía?
IT'S A MATTER OF BALANCE KISSES, LU
- Good morning! - Hello.
- Hello, brother-in-law.
Hello.
Hello. Hi, baby. Hey, is she awake?
Did she sleep well? Did she ask for me?
She slept terribly.
She cried her eyes out, all night long.
She suffered a lot. She asked why her mom had abandoned her
in this hellhole for 12 hours.
You look good, sister in-law.
- All smiles. - Do I?
I can't say the same about you, dear.
You look like a zombie, rocking an invisible baby.
Sleep-deprived much?
We need eight hours of uninterrupted sleep, honey.
Twenty-four, please.
- I'll go check if she woke up. - Okay. Hey!
How did it go with Sergio? First-date rush or...
No!
- I want details. - No, shut up!
Yes, we have to celebrate.
Don't be cruel, let me live through you. Have mercy.
Hey, that hurt.
It's the truth, honey.
It's your fault.
Good morning, my little jungle creature.
Wakey-wakey.
Five more minutes.
No, it's very late, Leon.
What did you dream about?
That it was Christmas, and a kitten kissed me awake.
And what else?
It was a gift from Santa, and there was snow everywhere.
The same dream as always.
- It's Saturday! - It's Friday, little Leon.
I didn't do my homework.
Well, too bad.
My tummy hurts!
You're just hungry. Your lunch is in your bag.
You have to go to school, Leon.
Okay, but I'm not going until you put them on.
You know that's not going to happen.
Why not?
I don't want to make a fool of myself.
It's late, Leonora, we aren't going to make it.
Sing, Mom, sing!
Leo...
I go singing on my little donkey
My little donkey goes trotting
If you see me, if you see me
On my way to Bethlehem
Behave, Leon. All right?
- Hasta la vista, baby. - Hasta la vista.
SERGIO: Hi, Lucía! How are you?
Yes!
Hello?
I changed my flight.
You're crazy!
I need to give you your sweater before I go.
I don't want you to be cold.
Pía, I'll be 20 minutes late,
but don't even think about putting her in her costume because...
Pía! No, we're going to be late,
- you know? It won't be 20... Yes. - No!
- Half an hour. - Nonsense, 20 minutes.
- Hey! - Hey.
- What's with you? - I'll change my flight.
- You've changed it four times. - Once more.
No, I have my daughter's Christmas pageant.
- No. - I'll go with you.
I'm going with Leo.
- I'd love to meet her. - No.
Why not?
Because we live in different cities and we can't commit to anything.
But I know what I want.
You.
- But I come in a package deal. - You think I don't know that?
I have an idea.
In one year's time, if this...
This?
Stays like this...
I promise you I'll get you a VIP seat
in the coolest, hippest Christmas pageant
of Mexican grade schools.
Deal.
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See? It's safe.
Photo, photo.
- I can't. - Look here!
Cheese!
Come.
Let's take a pic, smile.
- You've made up your mind, right? - Yes.
No. Wait, Mom. I'm going to erase that.
How come, Leon? Christmas is one week away.
You can't keep editing it.
I know.
- Done. - Let me see.
Is this how you write "skateboard"?
Yes, it is.
- No "H"? - No, no "H."
Let's see.
"Dear Santa, this Christmas I would like:
"First, a skateboard, with no 'H.'
"Second, meeting you, the one and true Santa.
"Third, see snow like in the movies. And the other thing I asked you."
"The other thing"? What's that?
Leon, I told you we cannot have a dog.
It's not that.
- Or a kitten, either. - It's not that.
So?
Look, she wrote him an addendum.
What is an addendum?
- Adding things to the letter. - Is there an "H"?
No, there isn't. Let's see.
"May my mom always be with me. She and I forever."
That's what you want?
You and I forever, Mom.
Do you promise?
I promise.
MERRY CHRISTMAS
We want to see you rap like last year,
dressed up as Rudolph, Leo.
That wasn't rapping, and this year I didn't get to be Rudolph,
but thank you.
How sweet! But why are you dressed up as a ghost?
I'm the spirit of Christmas, lady. This is not Halloween.
This is the third most important day in the whole year,
after Christmas, obviously!
Second is Christmas Eve, before Christmas.
And the third one is my school's Christmas pageant,
which is what we are rehearsing. You should know that.
Leo! Are you rapping again this year?
Yes, I'm "rapping."
Hello!
- Hello! How many tickets? - Two.
Your sister again?
Yes, she is her super aunt.
How nice!
- Thank you, enjoy. - Thank you.
Time to sleep, to stretch those little lion paws.
And to tuck in this lion.
It's cold.
Cold? Santa would be sweating in here.
Are you the one who wants to see snow?
Yes, but I don't like my new bed.
Why?
Sometimes new things scare us a bit, but...
- We're brave! - That's right!
Besides, you know my room is scary.
- That's not true. - Yes, it is.
I hear noises coming from my wall, like these...
Those are snores!
They're not. Those are the roars of a lion!
Tell me the story.
- Which one? - Mine.
- Many, many years ago... - How many?
Seven, to be precise.
A fan of chamoy and good music...
- That's you. - That's me, asked Santa Claus
to have the coolest, hippest daughter in history,
the greatest love in the whole world for ever and ever.
- That's me. - Yes.
That wish was made from the heart,
not from the head.
Because the chamoy fan didn't know yet that she wanted to be a mother.
Was she distracted, Mom?
Yes, something like that.
But in between distractions,
that night, the chamoy fan...
looked Santa in the eye,
and a Christmas miracle happened.
I was born.
Yes, nine months later, you were born.
Thanks to Santa.
No, thanks to me.
- But also to... - Time to sleep.
SERGIO: I have a surprise. Look out your balcony.
Sergio!
I brought you fire!
What are you doing here?
I left a chef in charge, and I've been thinking...
about this.
Yes, about this, too.
- No. - Do you know what else?
Leo is sleeping.
You had to work. What are you doing here?
Well, I have two weeks off. Surprise!
Merry Christmas, my love.
But not here.
Lu, you asked me for a year. I gave it to you.
And I don't want to keep on hiding.
Don't exaggerate. You've never had to hide.
Mom, a thief!
No! I am...
He is...
- I am... - He is my friend.
You don't have any friends, Mom.
Okay. That's true.
He is my...
boyfriend.
What?
No, darling.
Darling! Leo, everything's fine.
Darling!
Look, darling, have you noticed who my boyfriend is?
Darling, he is...
Look at him! He's Santa Claus!
What?
Yes...
He is too ugly to be Santa.
Because he is... undercover.
- Is that why you look so boring? - Yes.
Yes, this is a disguise.
It's a disguise I wear when I leave the North Pole.
I dress as an ugly, boring,
and uncool man.
Tell her the truth.
That you have a human boyfriend
who was born far away from the North Pole.
Santa wasn't born in the North Pole. He was born in Türkiye.
Well, but Leo will understand.
- Can I? - Sure, go ahead.
Pepe, I've just tasted some delicious escamoles.
And it's not even the season.
I'll bring you some when I go to the restaurant.
- Weren't you on vacation? - Yes, I am.
- Well, you know, my job. - Yes, it's your life.
- It's my life. - Sure. That's why we work well.
Because we keep our worlds separate.
Rules can be changed. I mean it.
Do you know what scares me more than a broken heart?
- What? - Two broken hearts.
And I'm not going to expose Leo to that.
Joy to the world
The Lord has come
Let Earth Receive her King
How did it seem like a good idea to tell Leo
that your boyfriend was Santa?
I don't know. I found myself in a pinch. That was the first thing that came to me.
Lucía, have a boyfriend, have 20 boyfriends,
but don't lie to her.
Leo has enough as it is, thinking she is a Christmas miracle.
I know. It hasn't been easy being a single mom.
Precisely. She needs to understand
you are not a satellite orbiting around her.
Haven't you seen the other one?
Which one?
Nico, Emilio...
There he is!
Second call.
Ready, kids? The third call is coming soon.
I'm super excited because I've invited my dad,
my mom, my uncle and my cousin. How about you?
My mom, my dad, and my brother, who is in my mom's tummy.
And you, ghost? Who did you invite to the pageant?
My mom and my aunt.
How come your dad never comes?
Some families are different.
For example, I have two moms.
- Leo, do you have two moms too? - No.
Two dads?
No.
So?
I have my mom and...
My mom's boyfriend.
He is Santa! Santa Claus!
Who told you that?
- Good one! - Yeah, sure, Santa.
We are fine, all right?
Quite fine.
Mom!
They called me a liar.
Come, darling.
Blow your nose. Hard.
They also said you are not Santa's girlfriend,
and that Santa doesn't exist.
Is that true, Mom?
I feel so sad.
My heart is broken.
Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?
- Take me to the North Pole. - What?
I'll feel better
if we go on vacation to the North Pole with Santa.
That way they'll see I'm not a liar,
and I can have friends again.
I want to.
You do?
- You do want me to meet Leo? - Yes.
- But under certain conditions. - No problem!
You're going to have to be Santa.
No. You're kidding.
No, and we are going on vacation.
- Sure, to the North Pole. - Exactly.
What?
I mean, we are not going to the real North Pole.
Are we going to a fake North Pole?
Well, we won't tell Leo that it's not the North Pole,
and that it is in fact...
your resort.
- No way. - What?
No, we are not going to my resort.
Why not? From the pictures you've shown me, it's perfect.
It really looks like the North Pole.
It looks like the Christmas spirit threw up all over it.
That's why I'm not there this time of year.
Listen, Lucía, seriously.
- Don't you think this is going too far? - No.
- Lu. - Well, maybe a little.
I know it's crazy, but it's also a good first approach
to have you two get close.
Isn't it?
Let's give it some time and see what happens.
What do you say?
- No. - Please?
No.
- Please. - Okay, fine.
You're the best.
No, I'm not. I'm just very much in love.
- So, full Santa? - No, different.
How?
We can make the bag with this one...
Let's do this. I think...
Let's see. Measure it well up to here. He has big shoulders.
TIME TO PICK UP LEO
I have to leave.
- If you move like this... - No...
...beard and hair, all white.
There he is!
Santa, this is Leo,
the coolest, hippest girl,
my biggest and only love in the whole world for ever and ever.
Leo, let me officially introduce to you
the super famous
Santa Claus, also known as Papá Noel.
But listen...
Where are they?
Who, darling?
Donner, Blitzen, Vixen, Cupid, Comet, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and Rudolph?
Your reindeer!
They ran away!
Yes!
- We had an argument. - Yes.
And...
- And... - And?
And they were angry.
What about Rudolph?
Rudolph was the angriest one.
His nose got all red. And he quit.
- What does "quit" mean? - He went away.
- Forever? - That's right.
No, wait.
Magical creatures don't leave forever.
Darling, they don't.
- They don't. - No, darling.
- You're still in time to flee. - Fine.
I'm ready.
Welcome to Leo's life. Thank you.
Mom, put on the "startled" song.
- Which one is that? - You'll see.
I reached the moon thanks to you
I'm startled, that's so true
Stomping hard
You complete me You're my better half
I love you already Without exchanging words
If this is not a dream You are my other half
Stop! Piñatas!
HAPPY HOLIDAYS
Close your eyes, Leon.
We're about to cross the gates to the North Pole.
Now!
This doesn't look like the North Pole.
Where's the snow?
Global warming.
- But you can make it snow, can't you? - Yes.
Look, Leo! Over there! That is Santa's cabin.
THE CABIN
They only serve pozole there.
But it's your cabin, Santa.
It is. The worst pozole.
It doesn't matter. I'll check if we can go in.
I'll be back in a sec.
Hello? Is there a table?
- Welcome to The Cabin. - Thanks.
Table for one?
No, it's actually for three.
And I wanted to ask for a huge favor.
I told my little daughter
that I'm dating Santa Claus, and that we are in the North Pole.
And I wanted to ask you,
when they get here,
to greet him as if he were Santa and all that.
- Your boyfriend? - Please.
Please, she's very little, and she's so excited.
Scamming goes against our company policy.
All right.
How much, brat?
Leo, do you like school?
No one likes school.
I thought Santa knew children.
- Are you okay? - Why don't you answer?
Santa is supposed to have telepathic powers.
My granny told me that's how Santa listens to children,
with his mind.
Well, the thing is...
- The thing is... - What?
It's not as easy as you think, that's it.
Thanks for visiting your cabin, Santa. Great to see you.
Aren't you the chef at Indigo?
Since your place opened, we've worked less and less.
He's Santa.
Sorry.
Sorry, it's just that
children all over the world keep on sending me letters.
And I have to read them. It's just one minute.
No, those are too sugary, thanks.
No, but leave them, for her.
Thank you.
And that has cow's milk, right?
Don't you have homemade almond milk?
You don't? Thank you.
- No. - For me.
All right.
It's just that Santa is lactose-intolerant.
There, where were we?
I want them full of little lights.
Those little lights that twinkle,
like Christmas.
Consider it done, Mayor.
Santa ate a lot, right?
Can you give me a sec, please?
Come here.
Could you stop being ironic, and make more of an effort?
- I'm begging you, please. - Sorry.
Try harder, please.
Okay.
She'll have a great time.
Leo!
Hey, little girl, get down!
Leo, stop!
Our town will look so lovely!
Listen.
- I've already got your gift. - You didn't need to.
Watch out!
Lucía!
Leo!
Don't...
Have this door painted.
- Which color? - No idea.
Watch where you're going, child.
- Carlitos! - Are you all right?
Little girl, are you okay?
Darling!
- Madam... - I'm sorry.
- Are you okay? - Leo.
Chef.
Madam Mayor, my apologies.
Don't worry. Nothing happened.
You are always so kind, and so handsome.
- Don't do that again. - Yes...
- Is she okay? - Yes, she is. Shall we?
- Yes, she is... - Yes.
- Thank you. - See you later.
Let's go.
Shall I help you?
No, thanks, I have my own technique.
Come here, darling.
I'll close the...
Mom!
Weren't you asleep, Leon?
I have something very important to tell you.
What happened, Leon?
I don't want you to be sad, but we need to leave.
- Why? - Because, honestly,
I think that guy is not Santa,
and that this place is not the North Pole.
Don't feel bad, Mom, that man has fooled us both.
But I have a plan.
Just in case, I think you shouldn't kiss him again,
nor any other man.
I think it's best if you sleep with me always, every night.
- Listen, Leon... - Mom.
I believe that guy is the Grinch.
I feel he is trying to break us apart, and ruin Christmas forever!
I wish Leo were the happiest girl in the world.
But I don't know how to fix this. I have no idea.
I know how.
Tell her the truth.
No.
- Sooner or later, she'll find out. - It's way too soon.
Lu, I think this was a terrible idea from the very beginning.
Well, you didn't even give it a shot. Obviously, it was never going to work.
But don't worry, I'll tell her the truth tomorrow.
CLOSED INDIGO
Tavo, a dark beer, please.
Coming right up. A dark beer for... Serg?
You look weird. You have something...
I don't know, you look older, my friend.
Cheers.
A bad day?
A bad week?
A bad month?
A bad year?
No, actually.
I think it's been the best year of my life.
Okay, so what?
I knew it, Serg. You're in love.
How nice, Serg.
Finally! So popular with the ladies,
and you never let one in.
Where?
What do you mean "where"? Into your heart.
Let's see.
We've been working together for years, I know you.
We know it's hard for you.
So this woman must be very special.
Very. She is.
But I don't know what happened.
How come you don't know? Let's hear it.
The beer's on me.
I want to impress her daughter, Leo,
- pretending to be Santa Claus. - That's why you... Of course.
I know, don't say anything, but anyway,
I didn't make an effort. I didn't do my best.
I wasn't even able to fulfill her dream of seeing snow.
- And I broke her little heart. - You didn't.
- I did. - You know what?
Forget the beer, I'll get you a mezcal.
Yes.
I think Lucía was right.
Our relationship was going well,
at own our pace, long distance.
But I pushed it.
I pushed it, and wanted to take it a step further,
and I messed up.
I don't know how to treat Leo. When I'm with her, I'm scared
because I know she's the most important thing for Lucía.
I don't know where we stand.
How can you not know?
Serg, deep down, we always know. Cheers.
I had never felt this.
What do you mean?
- This. - Say it.
- Say it like it is! True love. - That.
- True... - I had never felt true love.
That's it.
I want everything with her.
Being with Lucía is like...
umami.
Umami is one of the five flavors our tongue can detect.
Like salty?
Sweet, bitter,
but umami was discovered later on.
It's the essence of deliciousness.
That's your opinion?
The Japanese's.
It has the ability of affecting each and every taste bud.
It lingers a long time, and even though
it's hard to describe, the best way is simply to say
that it is delicious.
That's why I'm capable of anything.
- For your mami. - For Lucía.
Yes, for your mami.
Well, for her.
For Lucía.
I'd do anything for us to be together.
Anything? But what do you plan to do?
Turning the entire town into the North Pole...
Anything?
Boys!
Who is up for helping our favorite chef
repair a little broken heart with a bit of magic?
Who is knocking at this hour?
Madam Mayor.
We need your help.
All of you?
Good morning, my little lion.
Time to wake up.
Is it morning already, Mom?
It is. Look, the sun is out.
Listen, we have to talk.
About Santa.
Mom!
What happened, darling?
It's Santa with his elves!
Is this what you were going to say, Mom?
Yes.
Say, "Ho, ho, ho!"
Leo! You've passed the test!
The North Pole is protected by magical powers.
Here live the treasures of Christmas.
That's why we cannot let just anyone in.
Or show the real North Pole.
Especially with Christmas nearly five days away.
No, no.
But Santa was right about everything he told us about you.
And what did you tell them?
The truth, Leo.
I told them you are magical.
- Am I? - Totally.
We have no doubt.
You are as magical as your mother.
What have you got there?
- Right. - What is that?
VOUCHER FOR SPA DAY
- No! - Let us pamper you.
Thank you!
Is there no surprise for me?
Of course there is!
Who is ready to visit the real North Pole?
- No, it can't be. - What is that?
Darling!
Rudolph!
Well, Rodolfo around here.
I thought he quit.
But magical creatures always come back.
I want to visit the real North Pole!
Leo! Here is a telepathic message. Ready to receive it?
Yes.
Received!
Wow! And may I know what Santa said?
That we have to close our eyes to get into the North Pole.
- Exactly. Are you girls ready? - Yes.
WELCOME TO THE NORTH POLE
Santa! Santa is here!
Santa! Look, look!
We are here!
How did you do all of this?
With magic. And help from lots of people.
Of course, we're working. Let's take a photo!
- Would you like Santa to give us a tour? - Yes.
NORTH POLE
- Hey, what about me? - Mom!
Invite me to the North Pole! Come on!
I want to go.
Santa! Let's go!
This one, for example. Who is it for?
- It's a litmus roof, like Leo's boots. - I'm not done yet.
Okay.
Are you sure you want to do this?
Let him, Mom. Santa loves flying.
He is a fan of heights.
- No, I don't think so. - Of course he is.
He flies on his sleigh, he climbs chimneys,
he loves the air as much as you do, Mom, right?
I do.
Are you sure?
Time to taste the air.
Very true. Let's stoke that fire. One, two and...
Well done!
The North Pole is amazing!
Wait until you see the best part.
There's more?
Hi! We've been waiting for you.
Where are we?
This is the famous cookie house.
One year, you wanted to put one out on your balcony.
You remembered!
How could I forget? It was a great gift.
But cookies don't survive outside in Mexico City.
- You remembered! - Everything.
- Shall we? - Let's go.
Come, darling.
Is this a cookie?
- No. - No!
Don't, darling, you cannot eat that. Don't touch it.
It's like an archeological site to be respected.
That's right. These cookies are over a thousand years old.
Yes, they are like our Christmas heritage.
- Can we go inside? - Sure.
- Sure, shall we? - Let's go.
This is the most incredible thing I've ever seen, Mom.
Look.
Here, Leo, right here,
this is where I take pictures with children from all over the world.
I don't know if I told you this, but I'm your number one fan.
Seriously. I'm sure all children say so, but I really am.
I think you are the best. Thank you for being so amazing.
What do you find amazing? That I bring gifts to all the children?
Well, yes, that's very cool.
But I wanted to meet you for another reason.
The most amazing thing you've done is making me be born
because that was my mom's Christmas miracle.
Thank him for making me be born.
Come on, Mom! Remember, we must be thankful.
Fine. Thank you, Santa.
For what?
For...
making my dream come true.
My mom told me that I was born thanks to you.
No, that was not exactly what I said.
Yes, you did. I'm a Christmas miracle.
Instead of needing a dad, I needed you, Santa.
Time for a little massage, right?
- Let's go to the spa. - No.
- Yes. - No.
Yes, I'm going. Bye.
Why don't you have kids?
Well, for lots of reasons.
I don't know. I never thought it could be possible.
Why not?
Because of my job.
My job is very time-consuming,
I like what I do and that's it.
What else?
Well, when I was little...
I didn't have an average family.
You know? I mean, a typical family.
A dad, a mom, and all that.
Me neither, but that's not better or worse.
It's just what each of us gets.
You said for lots of reasons. Those were just two.
Yes.
I'll tell you a secret, and I'll be very honest.
I'd never truly fallen in love until I met your mother.
And do you still think the same?
About having children.
Isn't there, at least, one cool kid that you like?
Come here.
My Leo.
What they did was...
- amazing. - Yes, it was.
It was wonderful how they helped us so much.
Yes.
Hey.
Are you going to tell me,
or are we just going to keep playing dumb?
No, I'll tell you.
I remember the story thing as if it had been yesterday.
Leo must have been little,
about three years old, and we were at a Christmas dinner.
She stared at a little girl who was there with her dad.
She came to me, pressed my cheeks with her little hands
and asked me who her dad was.
Did you tell her it was Santa?
- Of course not. - I wasn't joking.
Of course not! How can you imagine that?
I told her that
not all families in the universe are made up of a mom and a dad.
I said that, with us, it was just her and me,
and that's why we were unique, special.
I couldn't tell her I didn't even remember her father's name.
So best I could...
I explained that she was the greatest gift the universe had given me.
And she came up with the question
whether Santa had sent her to me...
and it was easy for me to say yes.
That she was a Christmas miracle. That my greatest wish had been fulfilled.
My mom had just passed away, and we were both brokenhearted.
Every night, before going to sleep, she'd made me promise...
that I would never leave her alone.
And that it would always be just her and me...
before the world, and against the world.
Lu, I...
I have really no idea what it's like being a mother.
And I can only guess how hard it must be doing it by yourself.
But I'm certain of one thing,
everything you do for Leo
is proof of that unconditional love you feel for her.
Yes.
And you're doing a fantastic job.
Do you mean it?
She'll grow up knowing that you'll be at her side,
no matter what,
always for her.
Hey! This looks like a box and not a...
I want to do this. It would have been great.
See? I love it.
It's not true.
- Flour like snow! - Flour!
- Flour is the key. - Add flour!
- How do you add flour? - Like snow!
MESSAGES FROM WORK
- Here, have some. - Yes, for mine.
Fritters?
No. Brace yourself, because you won't be able to believe it.
We are making a matcha brioche bread. Well, I don't speak French.
No, today is a day for having fun,
and doing crazy family things.
So are you ready to live new Christmas adventures?
How about we do fun things that are not about Christmas?
Your turn, Leon.
The one I wanted!
Your turn.
I pass.
No, you cannot do that.
- So do I take one? - Sure.
Again?
Sure you can't score with all those you have there?
Well, it's just that...
I'm... It's a strategy.
Basically.
What? You have lots of wild cards.
How come you can't score?
Does Santa not know how to play Rummy?
No, the truth is I don't.
I can't believe it. Should we play something else?
I don't know. Charades? Guess Who?
Uno, cards?
No, I don't know any of those games you mentioned.
- I've never played any game. - I can't believe it.
Well, I'm an only child. I have no cousins.
My grandparents never...
It's the first time I'm experiencing this.
That I feel part of a family.
- Santa. We can teach you. - Yes!
Which ones are the wild cards?
These!
Of course!
You know? Many people think the secret is in the fluffiness,
but that's not it.
The most important things are temperature...
- And time. - And time.
- Are they ready? - Not yet.
I warned you that, for my only terrible dish,
I also have my technique.
- Now? - No.
Not yet.
Almost. Ready?
And now, careful not to get burned,
we place it in the center of the tortilla.
Don't touch it.
- That's it. We take the stick out. - There it is.
We take the stick out.
And we roll the tortilla.
There!
Now comes the main step. Know what it is?
- What? - Eating it.
This is the best disgusting dish.
Where did you learn to make marshmallow quesadillas?
Let's say in my past life.
Before being Santa?
Something like that.
Would you tell me about it?
I don't mind if the story is not about the North Pole.
Or magic. Or about being Santa.
First paw.
Now, bring here your second paw.
Is it hard for you, Mom?
What, darling?
Having Santa as a boyfriend.
Well, when you didn't know, yes, it was harder for me.
Were you scared of telling me?
Why?
It's always been just you and me.
- Against the world. - Yes!
With him, I think we could make a team of three.
Are you serious?
Really?
Do you think Santa would leave the North Pole and stay with us?
I don't know.
- We could ask him. - Would you like that?
But would you like it...
because he is Santa?
No.
Why then?
Because you laugh more when you are with him.
- Mom, do I look like Santa? - You do.
It's called magical genetics.
Shall we?
No! I'll catch up with you, Leo.
- I'll help you. - Press. There.
What's up? How are you?
Yes, we are on vacation, and the signal is quite poor here.
Yes, Alejandro told me a little bit.
Yes.
What is it?
No, I'd love to. Sure.
I'll send everything today. We can talk it over in person on Monday.
Fine. Excellent.
What did we win?
- My restaurant! - What?
- Yes! - No way!
Congratulations!
Yes, goodbye to this place.
The investors want to open a restaurant with me.
- Congratulations. You deserve it! - Thanks.
Yes.
- I need to go right now. - Where to?
- The city, to meet the investors. - That's where they'll open it?
I don't know, I didn't ask. They like Ensenada,
but it's all the same, right?
If I leave now, I'll get there by dawn, before the market opens...
No problem, right? You can fly back tomorrow.
That's what we'll do, yes. Anyway, I'll see you in the city.
You decide to disappear when I'm about to have a breakdown.
I know this family thing would not work. Call me, it's urgent.
I hate Christmas.
Me too.
Aren't you the...
Moonlighting.
Shall we go for a hard punch?
What's in it?
Alcohol.
Maybe it's kind of a silly question, but this whole
human relationships thing is obviously not my strong suit.
But why is it such a problem for you that they get along?
Because...
Leo should not get close to a person who can
disappear in a flash...
from our lives.
Welcome!
They are going to light up the tree.
Yes, they are. And I wouldn't miss it for the world.
And my mom?
Lucía. I like you.
- But you lack a bit of optimism. - I don't.
Hope for the best and prepare for the worst.
What?
Would you like to add anything? Or are you just a gossip?
Well, it's good to prepare yourself,
but the secret is to live, I think.
My citizens!
It's an honor for me to ask Papá Noel,
well-known in the whole world as...
- I love you, Santa! - I love you more!
To ask him to be kind enough
to light up our tree,
which, to be fair,
is the best tree we've ever had.
And everything is thanks to you.
Go ahead, little Leon.
Light up Christmas.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,
five, four, three, two, one!
I don't have insurance!
I'm sorry!
Thank you.
You didn't leave.
What would Christmas be without Santa?
But I have to leave tomorrow.
I have to protect Leo.
From what?
From you.
- You can hurt her a lot. - Me?
Or you?
You don't know how hard it is to be a single mom.
And what it takes to be a family.
- One makes mistakes, of course. - I know.
- And Leo will always be my priority. - I know.
I was so selfish when I let you get close,
and now Leo has to pay for my...
Looking for your own happiness
is not being selfish, because if you're fine, she's fine.
You also need to do things for yourself.
Like you do?
You think only of yourself.
For Leo, Christmas is the most important night of the year,
and you didn't mind ruining it by leaving.
Lucía, it's not my fault you've made her believe that she is a Christmas miracle,
a gift from Santa Claus.
You're right.
I've made many mistakes,
and I'm not going to lie to her again.
Leon?
- Can I come under your tent? - No!
Can I explain?
I'm not a Christmas miracle,
it was just that my dad didn't want me.
I never meant to hurt you.
Quite the opposite.
I love you more than anything in this world.
Leon.
Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?
Let's go home!
Okay.
I really cannot believe you're leaving like this.
Leo will forget about this in a little while.
In a little while?
Yes. And we need to keep talking.
You don't understand that she lost her biggest illusion
and all trust in her mom.
Lu, I truly think you're exaggerating.
You now feel there's no way to solve this...
You have no idea what I feel...
because Leo is not your daughter.
Deep down, I always knew this was a mistake.
- Forgive me for dragging you into this. - A mistake?
Explain what you mean because now...
What was the mistake, the lies you told your daughter?
Or our relationship?
Forgive me.
Please, forgive me, Sergio, but this is better for everyone.
Please, Lu, don't do this to us.
- "Us"? - Us.
This is the chance of your lifetime, your dream job,
you can now open your own restaurant wherever you want.
Sure. I understand now.
It's not that Leo doesn't believe in magic anymore.
You're the one who's never believed.
One moment!
Just one second.
Did you know that each snowflake is unique?
No two are the same.
They are all special, just like you.
I know I disappointed you but...
I wanted to thank you
for letting me get to know you.
And you know what?
You...
are the magic, little lion.
Get on, darling.
Would you like something to eat?
Aren't you thirsty?
Would you rather be alone, Leon?
When will you end the silent treatment?
Lying is wrong.
But it's worse to say you do things for me
when the truth is you're afraid.
But I've done everything for you.
You always say we have to know what we feel and say it.
Why do you teach me things you yourself don't do?
You're right.
Do you forgive me?
I don't know when you got so big.
Darling. You look lovely.
You, not so much.
You've been crying.
Well, it's just my allergies.
You didn't have any allergies in the North Pole.
I didn't.
But I'll put on some makeup, and I'll look fine.
How nice of you to come. Come on in.
Hey, have you seen...
the other one?
Lu!
- What? - Have you seen the other one?
Here he is.
Emilio!
He's Nicolás!
Your daughter is more of a helicopter mom than you.
- Lu! No news? - What?
Don't you remember Chepina?
No, I don't.
How can you not remember her?
She's a single mom, like you.
She attends a support group. Do you go too?
No, I'm not really into those groups.
I'll tell her to send you the info via Facebook right now.
How do I tell her to find you?
She says it's her allergies, but she hasn't stopped crying.
And why do you think she has allergies?
Yes.
Lucía Ruiz Pliego.
Yes, write it like it sounds.
Luci, Chepina says she can't find you on Facebook.
Tell her not to worry, Auntie, I'll find her.
Chepina Rosas.
Her last name is Rosas, don't forget!
Go!
I'm here to see Santa.
What did I say about the kitchen? We don't go into the kitchen.
Hey, have you seen Leo?
- No. - And Pía?
- The chef. - Sergio Sánchez.
The Indigo restaurant is an experience for adults only.
I don't want to have dinner. Can you give this to Sergio?
Please, it's Christmas.
Okay.
Oh, no.
You're making that face your sister makes when she knows...
That you're lying.
I truly don't know.
Tell me where my daughter and my sister are,
or you'll have a big problem with me.
Okay.
- Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas!
Sorry for interrupting.
Sergio.
What are you doing here?
One day you told me that the only thing
that scared you more than a broken heart was two broken hearts.
And I told you I was scared of heights.
When we started dating,
I didn't really know what that meant.
But then I met someone...
a very special someone...
who made me realize that
what I'm most scared of now
is three broken hearts.
"Dear Santa, I'm not sure if I'm still in time to write another Christmas letter,
"or if you can consider this one as an addendum to the previous one...
"Mom taught me that word doesn't need an 'H.'
"But now that I've met you, my wishes have changed.
"I no longer want a skateboard, I mean, I do,
"but I can wait till next Christmas.
"Before that, I'd like to ask for another thing.
"I want to see my mom happy.
"So all I want for Christmas is,
"if you and my mom want that too,
"for us to be a family."
You don't have to decide right now.
Take your time, I...
I'll be around.
Sergio, wait!
My aunties brought merengón from Veracruz,
and you said you've never tried it.
I don't know, but perhaps you'd like to stay and try it.
And perhaps you'd also want to stay...
with me for the rest of your life?
Because you make me very happy.
And the best gift I can give my daughter...
is a happy mom.
And you do that very well.
Forgive me, for everything.
Thank you for giving us another chance.
I don't need time.
What do you say?
As I understand it, there is no fire without air. Right?
Mom, is it snowing?
This is the best Christmas ever!
Thank you, Santa!
No, this is Sergio, my boyfriend.
Hello, nice to meet you, Leo.
Hello, Sergio.
Sweetheart.
Chepina, forget about it. Don't add her to the group.
Creative Supervisor Rodrigo Toscano