'Tis the Season for Love Page #3

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"most athletic."

He's never going to let me

live that down. Never!

Please come.

I need you there.

I can't listen

to this guy's stories anymore.

That's enough out of you.

I'm going to go pay

for the tree.

And you can lug it

to the car.

-Bye.

-Bye. We'll see you later.

So will your

family be there?

Will I be the only

unmarried spinster of the group?

No. It's just me.

No wife. No kids.

You didn't marry

Melinda Casswell?

You guys were voted

"most likely to get married."

Twice.

Yeah, no, I did marry

Melinda Casswell.

She just traded me in

for a newer model

a couple years later.

I never liked her.

Yeah, nobody did.

You should've told me that.

Would've saved me

a lot of trouble.

[Both laughing]

Okay, I'll come.

It was

a beautiful wedding.

You went?

I made Eileen's cake.

But you never

told me that!

Honey...

I know how hard it was

after he decided not

to go to New York with you.

It's not my style

to throw salt on wounds.

You didn't ask.

I didn't tell.

I asked about Barry.

Did you?

Maybe I didn't.

It was just easier

to make a clean break.

It's all old news anyway,

so leave the past

where it belongs

and enjoy your friends tonight.

This one is perfect!

Excuse me!

We'd like

this tree, please.

Sorry.

Mom, I don't even know

what I would say to them.

Tell them the truth.

I don't even want to

tell myself the truth.

Honestly, I feel like

I should give up,

move back home, and...

Sell insurance.

Oh, stop!

We both know you're not going

to be doing that.

You're going to get

that Mamet play,

everything

is going to be perfect.

Broadway will be lucky

to have you.

Now, I'm going to pay

for this tree,

and I will meet you

afterwards.

Dream big, sweetie.

[To tree lot worker]

I'll follow you.

Okay.

Ahh!

Are you ready

for your Christmas wish now?

[Chuckles]

My mother didn't monopolize your

entire afternoon

with her laundry list

of wishes?

[Chuckles mirthfully]

I'm Santa Claus.

There's no cap

on the number of wishes

I can Grant.

So, what's on your mind?

There's this part

in a play.

Ah. And you want it?

More than anything.

It would mean

that I'm not spinning

my wheels in New York.

Accomplishments

don't mean greatness.

They don't hurt.

And if you don't get

this part?

How can you say that?

You're Santa Claus!

You're in the business

of wish-granting.

I am.

So... you want this part.

That's your wish?

That's my wish.

Consider it granted.

Although I have learned

that, sometimes,

what we don't wish for

is more powerful

than what we do.

All righty.

Did you make

your Christmas wish?

Yeah. Let's go.

Bye, Santa.

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[Chatter and laughter]

Here you go, Beth!

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