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♪♪♪ James Sr.: Okay, okay.

Here we go now.

Okay, just a few more steps.

Dorothy Lynn Black: James now you better not let me fall.

James Sr.: Okay, stand here.

No, no, no, stand here.

Stand right there.

Yeah, that's good.

Stand there and don't move.

Dorothy: James, that was a long car ride.

Now I'm not in the mood for surprises.

What is this all about?

James Sr.: Just be patient and think positive thoughts.

Dorothy: I don't wanna be positive right now.

You got me out here in the middle of nowhere.

I'm tired and I'm hungry.

James Sr.: You're always tired and hungry these days, baby.

Dorothy: And I smell something.

I smell dust.

James Sr.: Dottie, please just work with me, okay?

Here, welcome home.

Dorothy: What?

Where are we?

What do you mean by welcome home?

James Sr.: We're in Carlsbad.

Can't you smell the ocean?

And this house is going up for sale.

It's not even on the market yet and I want us to buy it.

Dorothy: Have you lost your mind?

Black folks don't buy houses in Carlsbad.

We can't afford a house in this neighborhood.

Even this dump.

James Sr.: Fixer-upper.

It's a four bed, three bath fixer-upper in need of love.

We can give it that love, baby.

Dorothy: It needs more than love.

James Sr.: Now, I did the numbers.

We almost have all the down payment saved.

So, if we're really careful with our money, we can afford it.

Now it'll be a little tight in the beginning, but we can do this, baby.

We can make this happen.

Dorothy: James, we've been saving up for a nice two-bedroom apartment, not a project.

We're having a baby in three weeks and you promised we'd be settled in a decent apartment.

James Sr.: Come on.

Now hear me out.

Ignore the dust and disrepair.

Oh, baby, I can fix all that.

This is our future.

Think of what a fine home this could be for our family.

Here we have space to fill the rooms with children.

Our kids and their kids.

Oh, come on dream with me, darling.

Close your eyes and imagine it's six weeks from now, Christmas Eve.

Instead of being in some cramped apartment with our precious newborn, we're here in our new house.

In the living a huge Christmas tree is twinkling and a fire roaring in the fireplace.

Dorothy: There's a fireplace, huh?

James Sr.: One that roars.

Sounds of Nat King Cole singing the Christmas song fills the room.

The house just smells of the holidays.

All food and candy and maybe a baby cooing.

Dorothy: I just smell dust.

James Sr.: Dottie, please?

Dorothy: Oh, all right.

James what am I supposed to be smelling?

James Sr.: Turkey.

Just out of the oven resting on the counter.

Now, I made a big mess of the kitchen cooking a ton of food because the very next day your whole family is coming to our home for Christmas dinner.

Why?

Because we have enough room to host everyone, even your sister Lizzie.

And you know I don't like Lizzie.

Dorothy: Funny.

James Sr.: You look radiant as you sit by the fire nursing our healthy fat baby.

I look at you and I am overwhelmed with joy.

You look up at me and frown suddenly remembering you don't have a gift for me, the man you love so much.

You look at me and ask me what I want for Christmas.

Well, go ahead, ask me.

Dorothy: All right.

James what do you want for Christmas?

James Sr.: And I say, "I'm getting just what I wished for first thing in the morning, and you made it possible when you agreed we could buy this house."

That's when you look confused.

Dorothy: I am confused.

James Sr.: Then I explain in the way you love best.

Dorothy: James you better not sing to me.

That's not fair.

James Sr.: I'm not trying to be fair.

Dorothy: You must really want this house.

James Sr.: I do, Dottie.

I do.

Dottie, I wanna be.

♪ Waking up with you beside me ♪ ♪ Children sleep in their rooms upstairs ♪ ♪ Music playing on the radio ♪ ♪ Feels so good, lying here ♪ ♪ Loving you, there's no comparing ♪ ♪ In your eyes I want to be ♪ ♪ Sleigh bells ringing in the distance ♪ ♪ I just want you here with me ♪ ♪ Wake up, it's Christmas morn ♪ ♪ Wake up, it's Christmas morn ♪ ♪ Oh, woah ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I feel your body gently moving ♪ ♪ Your skin next to mine ♪ ♪ Whisper softly in your ears ♪ ♪ It's Christmas and you are mine ♪ ♪ Lying here with you beside me ♪ ♪ Presents waiting under the tree ♪ ♪ They can wait a little longer ♪ ♪ I just want you here with me ♪ ♪ Wake up, it's Christmas morn ♪ ♪ Wake up, it's Christmas morn ♪ ♪ Oh man, oh my love ♪ ♪ To be in your arms today ♪ ♪ Oh my love, there's no place I'd rather be ♪ ♪ Oh my love, than holding you this Christmas day ♪ ♪ Wake up, it's Christmas morn ♪ ♪ Wake up, it's Christmas morn ♪ ♪ Oh, yeah ♪ Please say yes Dottie, please.

Dorothy: Well, now James, I guess you should show me the rest of this place if we're gonna buy it.

And let's start with that fireplace you described, and it had better roar.

James Sr.: I love you, Dorothy Lynn Black, and you make me roar.

Come meet your new fireplace.

♪ Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, time for cheer ♪ ♪ Time for toys and time is here ♪ ♪ Me, I want a Hula Hoop ♪ ♪ Please, Christmas, don't be late ♪♪ James Black Jr.: Aadya, are you awake?

Aadya, wake up.

You missed Alvin.

Aadya: Goodie.

James Jr.: I used to love the chipmunks when I was a kid.

♪ Me, I want a Hula-- ♪♪ Aadya: Will you stop singing if I get you a Hula Hoop?

James Jr.: And here I thought a nice nap would make you less cranky.

Clearly I was wrong.

Aadya: Sorry, I just, I feel so tired.

My head hurts.

My feet are swollen.

You're right.

I am cranky.

James Jr.: Maybe you just need a little snack.

You know you always feel better when you eat colorful food.

What color you feeling?

Aadya: Orange.

My energy field is screaming for orange.

James Jr.: Good choice.

So orange.

Well we can go with the obvious choice, an orange.

But if you're feeling like something a little crunchier, I did pack some baby carrots.

Aadya: Cheetos.

James Jr.: Cheetos?

Aadya: Cheetos, my energy needs them.

James Jr.: Okay, it's just, you know, you don't-- Aadya: It's just what?

James Jr.: You don't eat Cheetos, and I certainly didn't pack any.

We can jump off the next exit and get you some.

Aadya: I brought some with me.

Don't know why, but I've really been into them lately.

I think something that tastes this good should be as healthy as carrots.

James Jr.: Are you okay?

You've been on edge all day, all week really.

If it's about this weekend, I promise I won't let mom or Auntie Lizzie pick on you.

I got your back all the way.

Aadya: I've heard that before.

All that disappears the moment you walk into your Mama D's house and she hands you an ice cold glass of lemonade she made just for her sonnie boy.

James Jr.: I do love my mama's special lemonade.

You know, she makes some good lemonade.

You know she pours-- Aadya: Pours her own lemons and hand squeezes the juice, and when she makes lemonade for you, she makes it a little tart because that's how her sonnie boy likes it.

A little tart.

I've heard this story a few times.

It's just lemonade.

James Jr.: I don't appreciate you making fun of the lemonade thing, A. I know maybe you don't understand it, but it's like a sign of love, you know.

You know, it's sure it's just lemonade but she go through all that fuss just for me, to make me happy.

Aadya: Sorry, I'm just envious.

I wanna call her Mama D and I want her to make me some lemonade.

Oh sir, it'd be sweet, like I like it.

James Jr.: She will.

I mean, we've barely been married, what?

Three years?

She's just getting to know you.

Aadya: She treats me like I clap on the one and the three.

James Jr.: That's just Mama D. She's not the most demonstrative person.

Aadya: She is to you and Javier.

She dotes on you both.

Maybe it's because I eat foods according to color.

Of course that's it.

What else could it be?

The reason why she doesn't like me.

She should like me.

James Jr.: She likes you, A. Aadya: I mean, what's not to like about me?

I'm smart and talented, hard working, motivated, innovative.

James Jr.: Yes.

Yes, you are.

Aadya: I look good and I carry myself well.

James Jr.: Not ugly, that's for sure.

Aadya: I mean, I got great personality, sparkling even.

People say I sparkle.

James Jr.: Blindingly at times.

She knows your story.

Aged out of foster care, put yourself through college-- Aadya: How I single handedly built a business that's going to net seven figures this year.

I did that on my own.

I've never asked anyone for anything.

Seems to me I've earned her respect.

James Jr.: She does respect you, but to be honest, she doesn't understand the whole making money off of social media.

It just wasn't a career option my mom had back in the day.

But she's always been bold in a different way, and I still see many similarities between the two of you.

Aadya: Pray tell, husband.

This I need to hear.

James Jr.: Well one of the things I vividly remember after my dad passed was all the whispering going on in the family.

Like at the wake, you know, people wondered if my mom was gonna raise me, if she would be forced to sell the house, lots and lots of crap like that.

And as you can see, she held on to the house just fine, 30 years last month.

Then as if being a single mother wasn't enough, less than after a year my father passed, she adopts Javier.

Oh, the family whispers started all over.

Hey, we weren't rich, but if we were ever financially strapped, I never knew it.

We never went without and we had the ocean for our playground, all because of Dorothy Black.

I see that in you.

I know you are still undecided about the kid thing, but I'd like to think that you'd be that kind of mom.

Aadya: So you're saying I need to push out a baby to get her to like me.

I draw the line at that.

Not having had a mother, I'm not that confident in my ability to be a good one, but I appreciate your vote of confidence in me.

James Jr.: Always, and I just want you to relax and enjoy the weekend.

Aadya: What is this weekend all about anyways?

Any ideas on her big announcement?

James Jr.: Just some changes are coming to 1222 Oceanfront.

That was her only clue.

Aadya: Maybe she's moving.

James Jr.: From the house?

Never.

She will die in that house.

Remodel the kitchen, that's my guess.

My mom's like me, she hates change.

She takes comfort in keeping with tradition by doing the same thing year after year.

Aadya: We'll know soon enough.

Three nights in that house, sleeping in your old bedroom that looks exactly the same.

It even still smells like 12-year old boy.

You better show me lots of love.

James Jr.: Hey, it's gonna be great.

It's just Auntie Lizzie, Uncle June, Javier, and his boyfriend Brian.

You know, I'm actually kind of excited to wake up on Christmas morning in my old room.

I've really been feeling my dad lately, and I always feel closer to him when I'm at 1222.

I hope mom sings his favorite song this year, because some years she can't.

Aadya: I wanna hear this song.

Will you sing it for me?

James Jr.: I don't remember the lyrics, but I can hum a few bars.

Aadya: Great, great.

Now hum while you head for the next exit.

I gotta go potty.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [phone rings] Dorothy: Hello.

Stop, stop.

You are such a bad, bad boy.

Oh, I know.

But please trust me, this is the right way to handle this.

I know my boys.

I have to go.

Bye, tomorrow.

♪♪♪ ♪ Baby Jesus lying in a manger ♪ ♪ No room at the inn, they say ♪ ♪ Star of day that shines bright above him ♪ ♪ On this beautiful Christmas day ♪ ♪ Joseph cleaned and prepared the stable ♪ ♪ Placed Mary on a bit of hay ♪ ♪ He found a manger and draped his robe upon it ♪ ♪ On this beautiful Christmas day ♪ ♪ Glory, glory to God in the highest ♪ ♪ Peace on earth and goodwill to men ♪ ♪ Glory, glory, hallelujah ♪ ♪ On this beautiful Christmas day ♪ ♪ Mary swaddling her little baby ♪ ♪ Saw an angel, and they were afraid ♪ ♪ The angel told him I bring you good tidings ♪ ♪ Jesus the Christ is born this day ♪ ♪ Glory, glory to God in the highest ♪ ♪ Peace on earth and goodwill to men ♪ ♪ Glory, glory, hallelujah ♪ ♪ Christ the Lord is born, amen ♪♪ Dorothy: Well.

Well, sweet James, tonight marks 30 years of celebrating Christmas Eve in this house, just like you dreamed.

Of course, you dying ten years into the dream was not a part of the plan.

Seems like yesterday that you dragged me in here to see this place, trying to talk me into buying it.

Lord, it was a mess.

I felt like I was married and you was Joseph taking me to a stable to have my baby.

But you had vision.

That first Christmas was everything you promised.

We were so house poor, we served for--spaghetti for Christmas dinner.

Made it a tradition.

Now we eat Italian every Christmas Eve in honor of you, my love.

Now, speaking of dinner, I need to stop reminiscing and get back to work.

The boys and Lizzie will be here soon, and I haven't finished making the lemonade yet, and you know your son will be expecting his lemonade the minute he walks through the door.

Some things never change, but others must, I'm afraid.

♪ Glory, glory to God in the highest ♪ ♪ Peace on earth and goodwill to men ♪ ♪ Glory, glory, hallelujah ♪ ♪ Christ the Lord is born, amen ♪ ♪ On this beautiful Christmas day ♪ ♪ On this beautiful Christmas day ♪♪ Lizzie: We have arrived.

Where you be?

Dorothy: I'm right here, sister, and you are right on time, as usual.

Lizzie: I see you wearing your dead husband's sweater again.

Dorothy: Girl, now you one to talk.

At least my dead husband is in the ground.

You carry yours around with you everywhere you go.

Now who ever heard of an urn in the shape of Santa Claus?

Lizzie: It's what he wanted.

So, don't go there.

I'm not in the best of moods.

We almost didn't make it on time.

It took forever.

Terrible traffic, terrible.

I blame those vacation rentals.

Tourists don't know how to drive in the sun.

The snow, yes.

The sun, no.

Well, don't just stand there.

Gotta get this show on the road, and that oven better be hot.

Dorothy: Hi Dorothy, how are you?

You looking cute today.

Lizzie: I ain't got time for small talk with you.

Gotta get this Christmas lasagna in the oven ASAP.

Dorothy: You know, I simply don't understand how the same lasagna you made on Labor Day in September is now some kind of special Christmas lasagna.

Lizzie: You've always been a bit slow to get things.

Think, sister.

What kind of fool would I be to call it Christmas lasagna in September?

Dorothy: You know, I might be looking at that fool, might.

Now, I didn't say I was, because you know I'd never call you a fool.

Lizzie: I hope not because you know.

both: Mama didn't raise no fool.

Dorothy: Actually, it's more of a Christmas Eve lasagna.

Lizzie: Okay.

You got me there.

But if I don't get it in the oven now, it's gonna be Christmas Day before it's done.

Get out of my way.

Dorothy: Well let me put the lemonade in the fridge and grab my tea.

I still have to get the silver out.

Lizzie: Mama's silver?

Dorothy: Was.

Ours now, yours and mine.

She left them to us.

Lizzie: Ours, but they live with you.

You'll have to die before I get my hands on them.

That's if your daughter-in-law doesn't get to them first.

Dorothy: I doubt if she wants anything I have.

But just in case, enjoy your visit with them today.

Lizzie: Why you so hard on that child?

Clearly, she wanted one thing you had, and she got it.

Is that the problem?

She got your son.

Dorothy: No, she just--she's so darn good at everything.

When I learned she'd been raised in the system, I don't know, I thought she'd be a bit needy, but she is definitely not needy.

Plus them running off to Vegas and getting married without telling me was not a good beginning for our relationship.

See, she doesn't have a mother.

So, I guess she didn't think Junior needed his mother to be there either.

Lizzie: And that's not how I heard it happened.

And what about your son?

You think it was all Aadya's idea to get married and tell you after the fact.

Dorothy: Yes.

Yes, I do.

And I'm sticking with that.

Where's June?

Lizzie: June got on my last nerve.

He was fussy the whole trip so I left him on the porch.

Dorothy: Girl, go and get your husband then make yourself some tea and come say hi to the silver.

I'll even let you rub a few pieces.

Lizzie: Rub my silver.

Civilized people call it polishing the silver.

Dorothy: Like you know anything about civilized people.

Hey, June.

Oh, you looking good this fine Christmas Eve.

Lizzie: He does, doesn't he?

Always will, a Black Santa forever.

God bless his soul.

Dorothy: Amen.

God bless his Christmas loving soul.

Now hurry up and brew some tea.

We got to get to polishing the silver.

Lizzie: Now sister, you know me well enough to know my special holiday tea comes pre-brewed.

To Mama's silver, that I will never ever get, Merry Christmas.

Dorothy: To the silver and to June, the best brother-in-law that ever lived, even in death.

Lizzie: And a mighty fine husband too.

To June.

Dorothy: Now grab a cloth and get to work.

Lizzie: The house looks great.

You outdid yourself this year.

Are you sure about your decision?

Dorothy: Oh, yes.

I'm more than sure.

It's time.

Lizzie: Do your sons know?

Dorothy: I'm telling them tonight.

See, that's why I wanted everyone to spend the weekend.

You know, like old times.

Stay up late singing songs, dancing, telling stories, eat a ton of food.

Just be family, be happy.

Lizzie: Speaking of being happy, how are things going with my friend Victor?

Dorothy: He's a very nice man who happens to be my postman, and that's all.

Lizzie: Girl, that is one handsome man.

Do you ever see him when he delivers the mail?

Are you ever just casually outside picking lemons or something when he makes his round?

Dorothy: Lizzie, stop trying to set me up with Victor.

If I want a man, I can get a man of my own.

I don't need your help.

Lizzie: You've been alone 20 years.

You don't know what you need.

That's why I'm gonna help you whether you want my help or not.

I can send you a special delivery letter.

That way he would have to ring your bell.

Dorothy: Are you talking naughty on Christmas Eve?

You know, mama would have your hide, you little potty mouth.

Lizzie: "Whose child is this?

Because no child of mine talks like that."

Dorothy: Her favorite song.

♪♪♪ ♪ What child is this, who laid to rest ♪ ♪ On Mary's lap is sleeping ♪ ♪ Whom angels greet with anthem sweet ♪ ♪ While shepherds watch our keeping ♪ ♪ Is this, this Christ, the King ♪ ♪ Whom shepherds guard and angels sing?

♪ ♪ Haste, haste, to bring him home ♪ ♪ The babe, the son of Mary ♪♪ Lizzie: Merry Christmas, Mama.

Dorothy: Miss you, Mama.

Lizzie: Thank you for taking over, sister.

I was struggling to sing.

Dorothy: Oh, sister.

You weren't gonna reach that note this week.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Javier: Let the party begin, for I have arrived with my world famous cannoli.

Mom?

Mom, James?

Where is everybody?

Hey, mom, I'm home.

Dorothy: Oh Javier, oh, mommy is so happy to see you.

Mwah, mwah, woo!

Javier: Now it's Christmas.

Lizzie: How's the man with the easiest job in America?

Javier: Now, dear Lizzie, predicting the weather in Southern California is a lot harder than it seems.

It's very complicated science.

Lizzie: My left hip predicts the weather when I wake up every morning.

But if you say it's complicated, I believe you because you're my favorite nephew and you're just so handsome.

Javier: Gee, thanks, Tia.

You'll tell James the same thing when he gets here.

Lizzie: That's why you're my favorite.

I can lie to you with complete honesty.

Javier: Is that why I'm your favorite or because I always tell you how phenomenal you look.

Lizzie: There's that too.

I'm waiting.

Javier: You look phenomenal, Tia.

Lizzie: Love you, nephew.

Javier: Love you, Tia.

Lizzie: Javi, hurry and get the cannolis in the fridge.

Are you hungry?

Javier: Starving.

Dorothy: Where's Brian?

Javier: On his way, I guess.

I thought he would beat me here.

I'm sure he'll be here soon.

The traffic is terrible.

Lizzie: He hasn't shown up for any of the family things since you've been dating.

I won't put money on him showing up today.

Javier: Tia, it's not like that.

He has an erratic schedule.

He is a doctor, after all.

Lizzie: He's a podiatrist.

Javier: That's a doctor.

Lizzie: Well they usually have pretty set schedules.

He seems to be busy all the time.

Javier: He will be here.

Dorothy: Sure he will, baby.

Now, what can mama get you to drink?

Javier: You know, I'm just gonna go call Brian and make sure everything is okay.

Call doctor happy feet.

Where are you?

I'm here and you're not.

You were supposed to beat me here.

What do you mean you have an emergency?

Podiatrists don't have emergencies on Christmas Eve.

You know how important this is to me.

Okay.

Okay, just don't let me down again.

Dorothy: Here you go, baby.

Javier: Merry Christmas to me.

James Jr.: Mama D, your sonnie boy is home.

Dorothy: Sonnie boy, my sonnie boy.

James Jr.: Good to see you, Mama.

Dorothy: Hello, Aadya.

Aadya: Merry Christmas mother, Mama D, Mrs. Black.

Lizzie: Let it go, child.

Just move on.

Merry Christmas.

Aadya: Merry Christmas, Auntie.

Dorothy: Everyone is late today of all days.

I thought you'd never get here.

James Jr.: Sorry, mom.

We were making good time, but Aadya required a couple of pee breaks.

Dorothy: Should have known.

Lizzie: We didn't need to know that.

Aadya: No, we sure didn't.

Lizzie: Long car rides make me retain water.

Your ankles look a little thick today.

Child, what color are you eating today, child?

Orange, by any chance?

Aadya: How did you know?

But I'm gonna eat any color today.

Dorothy: Never mind that.

You are safely home now, and that's all that counts.

Is my sonnie boy thirsty?

James Jr.: Where's my lemonade?

Load it up, pour it out.

Lizzie: Seems he is very thirsty.

James Jr.: Now I know I'm home.

Hit me again, Mama D. Auntie Lizzie, you look just about as good as that lemonade taste.

What's going on with you?

Lizzie: Oh, yes and twice as cold.

Life is good, nephew.

Not much excitement.

Except this week I went to that "Let's Make a Deal" TV show with some of the church ladies.

Aadya: What you wear?

I never pegged you as a costume person.

Did you get called up?

Lizzie: I was called up because I had such an original costume.

Dorothy: Well I can't believe that idea worked.

Lizzie: It worked well enough for me to win the big deal.

Aadya: You won the big deal?

Lizzie: Sure did.

A three-week Mediterranean cruise for two including airfare and $10,000 in cash baby.

James Jr.: A cruise, huh?

Congratulations auntie.

Are you taking mama?

Lizzie: I asked but she said she was too busy just like she was too busy to go to "The Price is Right."

James Jr.: What's keeping you so busy?

Dorothy: Tending my lemons and minding my own business, like my sister should do.

Go on, Lizzie.

Tell them about your creative costume.

Oh, did I say creative?

That might be a stretch.

Lizzie: Wayne loved it.

You just mad because it worked.

Dorothy: I bet it won't ever air on TV.

Lizzie: And why not?

Dorothy: Oh, I don't know, reverse appropriation, racism maybe.

You dressed as a White woman confined to purgatory to exist forever as a Black woman.

Lizzie: No, I dressed as a Karen in purgatory.

Aadya: What does that look like?

Dorothy: Exactly like my sister it seems.

Aadya: So like what?

Your costume was a White woman dressed as a Black woman?

Dorothy: Presenting, presenting as a Black woman.

James Jr.: In other words-- Dorothy: She went dressed as herself.

She had a big sign, "Hi, I'm Karen in purgatory.

Help me escape so I can shop at Walmart once again."

James Jr.: Brilliant, Auntie.

Dorothy: Don't encourage her.

Lizzie: Wayne loved it.

He couldn't stop laughing.

You know, once you make him laugh, you can just call him Wayne.

Your mother still has to refer to him as Wayne Brady.

She don't got it like that.

Aadya: Auntie, I think it's great.

I predict the clip will air on TV, and it'll go viral.

Dorothy: Oh, so now you Miss Cleo?

Dionne Warwick?

Aadya: Who?

James Jr.: Oh Ma, Aadya knows her business.

She's one of the top five lifestyle influencers on social media.

Lizzie: Exactly.

What does that mean?

A social influencer meant something else in my day.

Dottie, do you get what she does for a living?

Dorothy: No, but I'm good.

Lizzie: Break it down in a way I can understand.

I know all about those pay to peek sites.

But I understand this ain't that.

James Jr.: What you know about them sites, Auntie?

Lizzie: I said I heard about them.

I didn't say I know about nothing.

Tell us how you make your money, child.

Aadya: Well, simply put, people follow me on my social media where I feature products and keep the world apprised of all the latest lifestyle trends.

Everything I'm wearing today has been featured on my site, and I got it for free.

Lizzie: Free is good, but last I heard, it don't make you money.

James Jr.: For instance, A's hairstyle.

It's a new process in braiding that normally costs a grand, but last Wednesday, this fancy New York Salon flew her in to document her getting braids.

A gets this expensive 'doo totally free.

Lizzie: So, she got a free trip and a free hairdoo.

How does she make money?

Aadya: I post the videos on my social media.

I make money from every hit.

James Jr.: Means you, every time someone views-- Lizzie: I know what it means.

Aadya: And a percentage of each sale generated from my site.

Lizzie: So, you get the product free and you make your money telling others to buy it?

That's pretty sweet.

Better than my coupon game.

Dorothy: You know, it still don't make no sense to me.

I mean, why should they want you?

No offense, but who are you?

It's not like you a star or something.

You're not even on television.

James Jr.: Mama, Aadya doesn't need to be on TV, she has a large platform and she reaches millions.

Aadya: I understand the confusion, Mother Black.

This social media phenomenon is such a strange thing.

What I'm really selling is myself, my style, my personality, my opinions.

And people seem to like it because I have more followers than, well, who's someone, a person your age would know?

Beyonce.

James Jr.: My baby sure does.

Lizzie: More followers than Queen B?

I'm impressed.

Dorothy: You always were easily impressed.

I'm still waiting.

Aadya: I hope to change all that today.

Lizzie: Oh, Lord!

I forgot your brother's back in his bedroom trying to find Brian.

It must not be going well.

James Jr.: Where's Brian this time?

Dorothy: MIA.

Lizzie: I heard the word emergency.

James Jr.: A podiatrist?

On Christmas Eve?

Lizzie: That's what I said.

Dorothy: Go and talk to your brother, and try to be nice, and take the luggage with you.

Aadya: Speaking of new hairdoos, I like your new color and style, Mrs. Black.

Makes you look younger.

And is that a new dress?

That's a nice color on you too.

Lizzie: I knew something was different.

Let me take a look.

All the gray is gone.

And that's a new 'doo.

Did you stop going to sister Berniece to get your hair done?

Dorothy: I tried someone new.

I just thought I'd freshen things up a bit.

Now there's no harm in that.

Aadya: Well, I think you look mighty fresh.

And did you lose weight?

Dorothy: Aren't you nosy?

Now, you, on the other hand, look a bit puffy by the face.

Are you getting enough rest?

Lizzie: Dottie, play nice.

Dorothy: I asked with sincere concern.

Are you all all right, Aadya?

Maybe you're working too hard.

Aadya: It's okay.

I have been traveling a lot for work lately.

Feeling tired and out of sorts, and I guess it shows.

Glad to have a few days off to recuperate.

Plus, I got up at 5a.m.

to make these.

Lizzie: What is that?

Aadya: Italian style stuffed collard rolls.

You wouldn't serve my rolls last year because you said they weren't Italian.

This year I'm determined to make it to the table, so I made them Italian.

Lizzie: As old as I am, I've never heard of stuffed collard rolls.

Aadya: Think cabbage rolls, but with collards, chicken sausage, and Parmesan.

I made a whole show of it.

Filmed myself researching the recipe, shopping for the ingredients, and finally cooking them early this morning, waiting to capture everyone's reaction at dinner before I post.

Dorothy: Oh, you filmed it for the internet?

Never mind, I don't even wanna know.

Lizzie: Oh, let me have a look.

Well, now they smell interesting.

Dorothy: Interesting is the correct word.

Thank you, dear.

I'm sure they're good.

Put 'em on the sideboard.

Aadya: May I put them on the table?

Dorothy: We'll see if there's room.

We have a lot of food to get on that table.

Lizzie: Dottie, Aadya just told you how hard she worked on this.

Let her put it on the table.

Dorothy: Lizzie, I don't tell you what to put on your table, don't you tell me what to put on mine.

Aadya: See me.

Hear me.

See me.

Hear me.

See me.

Hear me.

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child.

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child.

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child.

This night I feel alone.

Lizzie: You okay, Aadya?

Aadya: Yeah, not feeling so great.

Too many Cheetos.

Got anything for an upset stomach?

Lizzie: I do.

Check my bag.

I got some of everything in there.

Aadya: Auntie, why do you have denture cream, condoms, and a pregnancy test in your bag?

Lizzie: Haven't unpacked my let's make a deal bag yet.

You gotta go prepared.

Take anything you want.

Dorothy: Prepared you are.

Excuse me, while I put my dish on the sideboard.

Lizzie: Oh, tell the boys serving hors d'Oeuvres in ten.

Aadya: Yes, ma'am.

Lizzie: Why are you so soft on that child?

I mean, it's not like you, being this mean.

Dorothy: Lord Lizzie, you know, I don't rightly know.

Lizzie: Well, find out, and if there's a problem here, don't let it be you.

Javier: Hey.

Aadya: Oh, hey.

James Jr.: Hey.

Javier: How goes the lawyer game?

James Jr.: Oh, it's going.

How's the weather game?

Javier: Not bad.

Aadya looks great.

James Jr.: Thank you.

Brian looks absent.

Javier: God, you're still a butthead.

James Jr.: Yes, Beavis.

Javier: Ren.

James Jr.: Stimpy.

Javier: Tommy.

James Jr.: Cole.

Javier: You got nerve, kid.

James Jr.: Now, you know I'm not kid.

If anyone, I'm Clay, Blanche.

Javier: I don't hate that.

Everybody loves Blanche.

James Jr.: Well, does your man love Blanche?

Javier: Oh, you're dead.

James Jr.: You're dead.

Javier: Let go, let go.

James Jr.: Little brother, little brother.

You don't want this?

Snitch.

Javier: Let go, let go.

Dorothy: Boys, boys stop it this minute, acting like little children.

Junior, let go of your brother's head.

There, now, that's better.

I've been waiting all day for my boys to sing.

James Jr.: Mom, I don't remember this anymore.

Javier: I do, I do, mommy.

James Jr.: I do, I do, mommy.

Suck up.

♪♪♪ ♪ Go tell it on the mountain, over the hills and everywhere ♪ ♪ Go tell it on the mountain, that Jesus Christ is born ♪ ♪ While shepherds kept their watch ♪ ♪ For silent flocks by night ♪ ♪ Behold throughout the heaven ♪ ♪ There shone a holy light ♪ Dorothy: Boys!

♪ Go tell it on the mountain, over the hills and everywhere ♪ ♪ Go tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ is born ♪ ♪ That Jesus Christ is born ♪ ♪ That Jesus Christ is ♪ ♪ Born ♪♪ ♪♪♪ Dorothy: Oh my goodness.

You boys sure know how to make me happy.

Oh, I love seeing the two of you together like when you were kids.

Okay, now everyone grab a drink and then sit down.

I've made some decisions, and I wanna share it with you, my family.

Aadya: Here it comes, the real reason for this weekend.

Do you know what it is, Aunt Lizzie?

Lizzie: I think, but who knows?

She doesn't tell me much these days.

I don't see her as much as I did before.

She stopped coming to choir and bingo.

I thought she might be lonely.

So I tried to fix her up with this great guy I work with at the post office, Victor.

Aadya: Oh, how did that go?

Lizzie: It didn't.

They met at choir and he actually liked that crazy old broad.

Had his route changed to this neighborhood just to be her carrier.

But she didn't give him the time of day.

Aadya: Too bad.

Maybe getting a little would soften her up a bit.

Lizzie: Oh, did you just say what I think I heard?

Aadya: No.

Dorothy: Lizzie, Aadya, shh.

Now I said I had an announcement.

Javier: Let mom speak.

James Jr.: Kiss her.

Dorothy: Watch your mouth, son.

Now, I just wanted to go over a few things about this weekend.

Now, of course, today is our traditional Italian celebration, followed by tomorrow's traditional brunch, and then it would make me very happy if we could all go to church together.

Lizzie: I might not go to church with you all.

Everyone acts all funny when I bring June.

Dorothy: Speaking of tomorrow, now Lizzie already knows this, but I want you boys to know that tomorrow will be the last time I host the entire family for our annual Christmas Day brunch.

James Jr.: Wow, Mom.

I don't know how I feel about that.

It's such a family tradition, you know, brunch with all the grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins.

I don't remember a Christmas without brunch.

Dorothy: That's because you've attended every single one since that first Christmas.

We brought you home to this house straight from the hospital.

Aadya: How did the Christmas brunch tradition begin?

Lizzie: You might say to pay a debt, a 30 year debt.

Aadya: I don't understand.

Dorothy: Getting into this house wasn't quite as easy as James Senior thought it was gonna be.

Now at the last minute, we had to come up with a lot more money than they told us in the beginning.

James Jr.: What changed?

Lizzie: What had happened was once the neighbors got wind that your folks weren't the typical beach dwellers, they complained to the lender, who started to make things difficult, like, among other things, a week before the close of escrow, demanding almost double the down payment to complete the loan.

Javier: Wasn't that against the law?

I think it is now.

Lizzie: There's always loopholes, nephew, and they never work in our favor.

Plus they were set to lose their down payment if they couldn't complete the terms.

Dorothy: See, and that's where the family stepped up and they raised all the money we needed in two days, every single penny.

And I mean, everyone contributed.

Lizzie: Even me, and I didn't even like your daddy.

Dorothy: But James and I, we were overwhelmed by the family supporting us and buying this house, and he wanted to do something special to show that gratitude, you know, something more than just paying everyone back and saying thank you.

We had a 30 year mortgage.

So we thought we'd show gratitude by hosting the entire family to Christmas brunch for the next 30 years.

Now I've honored his--our commitment, and after tomorrow, I'm ready to let it go.

James Jr.: Does the family know?

Lizzie: If they don't, they will tomorrow.

That shouldn't be a surprise to those who can count.

Aadya: Will the tradition just die?

This is only my third, but they are great fun.

Will someone else take over?

Lizzie: It won't be me.

My house is too small.

Dorothy: Someone will step up, and we will still be together, just not here.

But tonight, we each sing and celebrate the end of an era and the start of new beginnings.

James Jr.: I'm having a hard time processing that this is the last time that we host the family.

What will Christmas look like now?

Javier: She isn't canceling Christmas.

She just won't host the extended family.

We will still come here for Christmas, right Mom?

Dorothy: As long as I'm alive and own this house.

It's gonna be all right, Jamie.

You know, sometimes change is needed, you know, to keep moving forward in life.

Change is something I've been thinking a lot about lately.

James Jr.: I don't find comfort in change.

Dorothy: Oh, I know, baby.

When your father died, that was a change that neither one of us wanted or could control.

But right now I choose to create change in my life, and I need you to take comfort in that, son.

Lizzie: Change or changes.

Dorothy: Changes, Lizzie dear, changes.

Starting with this.

Now each year I represent James Senior by wearing his Christmas sweater.

Tomorrow, I wear my own sweater.

James Jr.: I don't like this at all.

Who's gonna represent dad?

Dorothy: You son, you.

It's way overdue.

Come on.

Oh baby.

Oh my.

You look so much like him.

James Jr.: Mama, I can't.

Dorothy: You can.

It's time, and you take comfort in it.

Lizzie: It should have happened a long time ago.

I mean, wearing your dead husband's sweater for 20 years is just plain weird.

On the other hand, wearing your dead father's sweater, it's just the most touching and freakishly thing I've ever witnessed.

I think I'm going to cry.

Dorothy: All right.

Okay, that's enough change for right now.

We need a song.

Now who has a song?

Javier: I do, me.

I do, I do.

Dorothy: Oh yes baby, you sing your special song.

♪♪♪ ♪ Cascabeles, cascabeles, tra la la la la ♪ ♪ Que alegria todo el dia, que felicidad ♪ ♪ Cascabeles, cascabeles, tra la la la la ♪ ♪ Que alegria todo el dia, que felicidad ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Caminando en trineo, cantando por los campos ♪ ♪ Volando por la nieve, radiantes de amor ♪ ♪ Repican las campanas, brillantes de alegria ♪ ♪ Paseando y cantando se alegra el corazon, ay ♪ ♪ Cascabeles, cascabeles, tra la la la la ♪ ♪ Que alegria todo el dia, que felicidad, ay ♪ ♪ Cascabeles, cascabeles, tra la la la la ♪ ♪ Que alegria todo el dia, que felicidad ♪ ♪ Cascabeles, cascabeles, tra la la la la ♪ ♪ Que alegria todo el dia, que felicidad, ay ♪ ♪ Cascabeles, cascabeles, tra la la la la ♪ ♪ Que alegria todo el dia, que felicidad ♪♪ Dorothy: Oh, that was wonderful.

Now, dinner, dinner should be just about ready.

I'm gonna go check on the lasagna.

Lizzie, you pick the next song, and make it something fun and festive.

Lizzie: Fun and festive coming right up.

Let's see, where are we?

Lizzie: Wa-ha-ha, hey!

♪♪♪ Lizzie: Ah-ha-ha, hey!

Woo, hey big girl, can you back it up?

Hey, can you back it up?

Why yes I can.

Javier: Lizzie gonna get it, you know mama don't allow no backing it up on Christmas Eve.

Lizzie: To quote the Black Aaron Burr, talk less, dance more.

Come back it up before she shuts this down.

Here we go.

Wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble.

Wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble.

Woo, yeah!

Woo!

All right, here we go.

That's right, this way.

Dorothy: Lizzie!

This isn't Christmas music.

Lizzie: But it is fun.

Oh, come on sister of mine.

Show these youngsters what you got.

Dorothy: No, no, and no.

Lizzie: Hey big girl, can you back it up?

Hey, can you back it up?

Hey, here we go.

Wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble.

Wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble.

Here we go.

Woo, yeah.

Yeah, here we go.

Cha cha with that right, and cha cha with your left.

And one and two, three and four, five and six, seven and-- Dorothy: Victor!

Lizzie: Victor.

Victor: Ma'am.

Lizzie: I'm so glad you made it.

Family, this is Victor, one of the nicest men you'll ever meet.

We work together at the post office.

Dorothy, I hope you don't mind.

But when he told me he was all alone on Christmas Eve, well, I just had to invite him to dinner.

Victor: Hope it's not an inconvenience, ma'am.

Dorothy: Not a inconvenience, but certainly a surprise.

Victor: My sincere apologies.

Lizzie: Blame me, Dottie.

I didn't want the poor man to be alone on Christmas Eve.

Victor, let me introduce you to my family.

You already know Dorothy and-- James Jr.: How do you know my mom?

Dorothy: Oh, he's my mailman.

I mean the whole neighborhood mailman, not just mine, the whole entire neighborhood.

It'd be silly if he was just my postman.

Lizzie: This is James Junior, Dottie's son, and this is his wife, Aadya, and this is her other son, Javier.

Javier: Nice to meet you.

You must be special.

I can't recall thea Lizzie ever bringing around a man before.

Tia, you didn't tell me you're having a little work romance.

How long y'all been an item?

Lizzie: Us?

Date?

Lord, no.

I don't know how you can talk like that in front of your Uncle June.

Baby, he's not here for me.

James Jr.: Well, who is he here for?

Aadya: Wait a minute, Victor?

The Victor?

James Jr.: How do you know Victor?

Lizzie: Aunt Lizzie told me all about him, and he ain't here for her.

James Jr.: Well, who is he here for?

Aadya: I think he's here for your mama.

James Jr.: Oh, he ain't here for my mama.

Victor: No disrespect meant when I say I am here for your mama.

Lizzie: What?

♪ Five golden rings ♪ ♪ Four calling birds.

Three French hens ♪ ♪ Two turtle doves ♪ ♪ And a partridge in a pear tree ♪♪ Aadya: Pregnant?

♪ Five golden rings ♪ ♪ Four calling birds.

Three French hens ♪ ♪ Two turtle doves ♪ ♪ And a partridge in a pear tree ♪♪ James Jr.: Where's my wife?

Aadya?

Aadya?

Victor: Them some mighty fine vittles you women folk rustled up.

James Jr.: I know he's a Black cowboy, but does he need to talk like he's on a cattle drive?

Aadya: Stop upsetting yourself.

Go outside, get some air, have a beer.

I want you to be happy tonight.

Dorothy: Okay everyone, it's cannoli time.

Lizzie, help me in the kitchen.

Lizzie: Why didn't you tell me you and Victor been dating?

Is that why you stopped coming to church?

June is shooketh.

Dorothy: I didn't want you all up in my business asking me all kinds of questions like you tend to do.

Lizzie: I introduced you.

He's my coworker.

I earned the right to get all up in your business.

Dorothy: Oh Lizzie, not this time.

Lizzie, I couldn't tell you because I wasn't sure what was going on with me.

I can't see a man has ever made me feel like this, not even with James.

And that makes me feel guilty.

I loved James--love James, but-- Lizzie: But?

Dorothy: Victor, he makes me feel, he makes me feel-- Lizzie: Like a woman?

Moist?

I mean, like under 40 moist.

Tell me.

Dorothy: You see, that's why I didn't tell you.

But he does make me feel like I finally found a man who appreciates my lemon juice.

Lizzie: Don't you go feeling guilty.

I understand why you stayed in this house after James died.

But honestly Dottie, sometimes it seemed you were waiting for him to come back.

You just closed yourself off as far as men were concerned.

Dorothy: Well, you are one to talk.

Lizzie: Well don't go comparing our situations.

June and I had 36 good years together.

You were barely 38 when your husband died, and that's too young to live the rest of your life alone.

James Jr.: Aadya, just let me grab that beer.

Lizzie: It's okay to be happy.

It's really okay.

You don't have to hide it.

James Jr.: Hide what?

Dorothy: Oh, her Christmas gift.

You know how nosy your auntie is.

James Jr.: Mom, I need a bottle opener.

Dorothy: Oh, check the catch-all drawer over there, Junior.

Who wants to partake in Javi's homemade cannolis?

Everyone to the patio.

Javier: You missed dinner, and now you're not even answering your phone.

We're going to bed soon.

You're not coming, are you?

My family was right about you.

We had a plan.

I don't wanna do this alone.

♪♪♪ ♪ Merry Christmas to me, how I wish we could be ♪ ♪ Together this Christmas Eve ♪ ♪ Merry Christmas to me, how I wish I could see you ♪ ♪ Here smiling at me ♪ ♪ There is so much I want to share with you, my love ♪ ♪ There is so much I want to share with you ♪ ♪ I see lovers go by and my heart wants to cry ♪ ♪ But I know you'd be here if you could ♪ ♪ Though I'm alone this Christmas Eve ♪ ♪ Your love, it surrounds me ♪ ♪ Like arms wrapped around me keeping me warm ♪ ♪ There is so much I want to share with you ♪ ♪ My love ♪ ♪ There is so much I want to share with you ♪ ♪ Christmas is a time for family, friends, and lovers ♪ ♪ You are all those things to me ♪ ♪ My life is complete when we are together ♪ ♪ I just close my eyes and you are near ♪ ♪ You're here ♪ ♪ Merry Christmas to me ♪ ♪ Merry Christmas ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ To me ♪♪ James Jr.: Merry Christmas to me.

Merry Christmas to me.

Javier: Chill, Junior.

What's up with you tonight?

You don't seem too happy.

James Jr.: Like you don't know.

Javier: I don't know.

James Jr.: Did you see our mother prancing around the living room?

I mean, where did she even get a dress like that?

Javier: So that's it?

James Jr.: Her, him, all of it.

You're not bothered by any of the changes?

Javier: I'm surprised, sure.

But I think it's kind of sweet, our mother prancing around the living room.

Clearly she's into this dude.

Plus, in case you haven't noticed, I have my own relationship issues.

Brian and I were supposed to-- James Jr.: Well maybe this will open your eyes to what's going on around here.

It's an appraisal.

I think she's gonna sell my house.

I mean, our house.

Javier: No, she wouldn't sell the house and not tell us.

Don't imagine things.

Just because Mom has a boyfriend doesn't mean she's selling the house.

Well, it's not like they're getting married.

James Jr.: They better not.

You know, I'm getting sick of people thinking they can take my mother's love from me.

First my dad dies and his love goes with him, and then bam.

My love cup is half full.

Then you come along and take away half of that.

If she hooks up with Victor, where does that leave me?

With the empty cup of love, that's when.

Javier: I'm not sure Aadya would agree with that.

Aadya: Agree with what?

Javier: I was just telling your husband here that the love cup thing doesn't work like that.

People don't show up empty handed, they bring love with them.

You've had this really odd way of thinking about your love cup and me for years now.

Aadya: You know, Javi, I don't think anyone's ever told me how you came to be a part of the Black family.

Javier: Well, once I was the much loved third child of Angel and Gabriella Cruz.

I had an older brother who spoiled me and an older sister whom I adored, who would sing "Eres Mi Sol" after my nightly prayers.

I was very young, but I remember the feeling of being loved.

My love cup overflowed until that dreadful day where almost everything I loved in my small world was stripped away.

Aadya: What happened?

Javier: My family was moving into a new apartment and my parents decided that for safety, pequeno, me, should stay with abuela and they pick me up the next day.

Only they didn't.

They never came.

My family went to sleep and didn't wake up.

How do you explain carbon monoxide poisoning to a five year old?

James Jr.: Bro, I never knew about your loss.

Aadya: And you never asked.

James Jr.: I just remember him showing up for dinner one day and never leaving.

Javier: Well, this part you do know.

It's about the day I waited for my abuela after school but she never made it.

And once again, I thought, "Who will I love now?"

And that beautiful woman out there gave me a family to love.

Aadya: And that's exactly what I'd like her to give me.

Thank you for sharing your story with me.

Javier: She will.

Bro, even though like you, I've experienced a great loss at an early age, I didn't come to this house with an empty cup looking to take half of what you had.

My cup was brimming with love to give away.

Maybe it's the same for Victor.

Maybe he fills up mom's love cup.

James Jr.: Javier, our mom does not have that kind of love cup.

She can get all the love she needs from us.

Javier: I give up.

Aadya: Really, babe?

What's going on?

Are you okay?

James Jr.: Yeah, yeah.

I'm fine.

I have something big to tell you.

Maybe you'll understand because Javier sure didn't.

Come on.

Aadya: I'm coming.

Slow down.

If you make me fall.

James Jr.: Okay.

How do I begin?

Aadya, this contains our future.

Aadya: Speaking of life-changing news-- James Jr.: So, I accidentally found and then I accidentally read this report while looking for a bottle opener.

Now I'm just gonna leave it right here for you to accidentally find it and read it also.

Aadya: What?

James Jr.: Babe just read it, please.

Aadya: Okay.

Landmark Appraisal service.

1222 Oceanfront place, blah, blah, blah, estate value and land appraised at-- Holy crap.

I think this makes her a land mogul.

All right, Mama D. James Jr.: Well, do you know what this means to me, to us?

Aadya: That you and Javier will inherit property worth millions.

James Jr.: Aadya, think.

An appraisal, a new man.

I think she's gonna sell the house and run off into the sunset with the granddaddy version of Little Nas X.

Sell my family home?

No, not gonna happen.

He ain't getting my mama or my house.

Aadya: Why are you so upset over Victor?

He seems charming, and your mother certainly likes him.

You act like you're 12 years old and your mom just brought home her first boyfriend.

James Jr.: Close.

I'm 30 and my mom just brought home her first boyfriend.

Aadya: She's never had a boyfriend before?

Are you saying in over 20 years since your dad passed, she's never had a boyfriend?

James Jr.: As far as I know, not even a date.

Aadya: Poor baby.

I didn't realize this was the first time another man tasted her special lemonade.

No wonder you're so upset.

But hear me out, you should be happy and wish her well.

She has devoted her life to being both mother and father to you and to Javier.

Now it's her turn.

You should support her the way she supported you your entire life.

James Jr.: Meaning?

Aadya: Meaning if she wants to sell her house and live on an avocado farm with the Black cowboy, be happy.

Be happy she's found someone who likes her lemonade as much as you do.

James Jr.: That don't even sound right.

Aadya: James John Black Junior, your mother needs someone to make lemonade for more than the few times a year she sees you.

She won't be happy if you aren't happy.

My advice, try going back to acting 30.

Something happens to you when you enter this house, and not just with your mother, but your brother too.

I think you should cut both of them some slack and be more supportive-- James Jr.: Now you sound like Javier.

Yeah, it's just that she's my mom.

Who comes home for Christmas and finds out their mom is dating a Black cowboy?

Aadya: And a mailman.

And don't forget the avocados.

You like avocados.

James Jr.: I do like avocados.

Don't mean I like Victor.

Aadya: Haven't you seen the way she looks at him?

Don't block her joy, Junior.

James Jr.: Don't call me Junior.

Aadya: Then grow up.

James Jr.: Well he can have my mama, but he can't have my house.

Aadya: You don't own either.

James Jr.: But I could.

I want to.

That's my big news.

I want us to buy this house.

Aadya: This house?

This estate?

This multimillion dollar oceanfront estate?

James Jr.: I mean if she's determined to sell, why not to us?

I love this house.

It's my happy place.

I know kids aren't in our near future, but think about it.

We can raise a family here.

Keep traditions going.

Aadya: Can we afford a note like that?

James Jr.: Let me take care of the financing.

Just say you have my back on this.

I wanna sing to you in this house, Aadya, while our kids wait to open the gifts.

I want that for us.

♪ Waking up with you beside me ♪ ♪ Children sleep in their rooms upstairs ♪ ♪ Music playing on the radio ♪ ♪ Feels so good lying here ♪ ♪ Loving you, there's no comparing ♪ ♪ In your eyes I want to be ♪ ♪ Sleigh bells ringing in the distance ♪ ♪ I just want you here with me ♪ ♪ Wake up, it's Christmas morn ♪ ♪ Wake up, it's Christmas morning ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Feel your body gently moving ♪ ♪ Your skin next to mine ♪ ♪ Whisper softly in your ear ♪ ♪ It's Christmas, and you are mine ♪ ♪ Lying here with you beside me ♪ ♪ Presents waiting under the tree ♪ ♪ But they can wait a little longer ♪ ♪ I just want you here with me ♪ ♪ Wake up, it's Christmas morn ♪ ♪ Wake up, it's Christmas morning ♪ Aadya: All right.

James Jr.: Yeah.

♪ Oh my love, to be in your arms today ♪ ♪ Oh my love, there's no place I'd rather be ♪ ♪ Oh my love, holding you this Christmas Day ♪ ♪ Wake up, it's Christmas morn ♪ ♪ Wake up, it's Christmas morning ♪ ♪ Oh ♪ ♪ It's Christmas morning ♪ Aadya: I must be crazy or completely in love.

Either way, if you want this house, I want this house.

Let's do it.

James Jr.: I love you, Aadya Renee Black.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Dorothy: Hey kids, come in now.

It's Limoncello time.

James Jr.: So, where did you meet my mom?

Javier: Our mom.

Lizzie: I introduced them at church.

Victor: I was instantly smitten.

Unfortunately, she would have none of me.

Aadya: Clearly something happened.

What changed?

Victor: My route.

I requested a change in my route so I can make excuses to see her.

For a while there I was knocking on that door every other day with a special delivery.

Lizzie: I knew it.

Victor: But she was just not responding in my favor.

I almost gave up.

Then picture this.

It was a real scorcher of a day.

I'm hot and thirsty and longing for something cold to drink.

There I was at the end of the driveway, stuffing Dottie's box, when I look up and see this vision of loveliness walking towards me.

James Jr.: Maybe it was a mirage.

Or a heat stroke.

Victor: Something was happening to me all right.

She had a big smile on her pretty face and she was wearing this bright yellow sundress which complimented her smooth brown legs.

James Jr.: Watch it.

Victor: Carrying a tray with two glasses and an old fashioned two quart pitcher of ice cold lemonade.

James Jr.: You served him lemonade from my special pitcher?

Javier: It's not your special pitcher anymore.

Victor: Sweat was dripping down that pitcher, but I only noticed this tiny bead of perspiration traveling down Dottie's neck.

I was mesmerized as I watched it move slowly down her throat across her decolletage and disappear between her ample-- James Jr.: Easy, cowboy.

That's my mom you're talking about.

Victor: She didn't look like anybody's mama that day.

Dorothy: Stop it.

You are so bad.

Aadya: This is getting juicy.

What happened next?

Dorothy: Then I started making lunch for him and we started enjoying lunch together every day right there on the back patio.

Victor: Of course, I wanted to reciprocate.

So, I invited her to my ranch for dinner.

Javier: The avocado ranch in Fallbrook?

Dorothy: Oh Javi, it's so beautiful.

You would love it.

Avocado trees as far as the eye can see.

And the horses, can you believe it?

Me on a horse?

Who would have thought I'd be riding a horse.

Victor: You are a natural.

Dottie rode my fussiest mare and was in control of her from the very first ride.

Never seen anything like it.

Born horsewoman.

Lizzie: Well, has there been any other kind of riding going on?

Dorothy: Hush, Elizabeth.

Aadya: Please continue your story, Victor.

This is really getting better and better.

Victor: Oh, it does get better.

You see, the turning point in our relationship was the trip we took to Vegas.

That just changed everything.

[crosstalk] Dorothy: Wait, I just went to the National Lemon Festival as I usually do, which happened to be in Vegas this year.

James Jr.: And you just so happened to what?

Drive her there?

Victor: I didn't want her going alone.

Vegas can be a dangerous place for a good looking woman like your mama.

Dorothy: Junior, Victor, he was a perfect gentleman.

We stayed at the Venetian Hotel in separate rooms, of course, and he escorted me to all the exhibits, including the demonstration on how to make Limoncellos.

Oh, we had so much fun.

Victor: For a special treat, I arranged for a chef inspired five course avocado dinner to be served in a private room at the Venetian.

Dorothy: And we both noticed-- Victor: Each dish was drizzled in lemon juice.

It struck me like a lightning bolt.

My avocados would taste better with their lemon juice.

And I knew right then and there I wanted this woman to squeeze her lemons over my avocados for the rest of my life.

[yelling] [yelling] Victor: So, after dinner I took her for a gondola ride.

Javier, grab a broom.

You get to be the gondolier.

Javier: I get to be the gondolier.

Aadya: Mrs. Black, I can barely stand it.

This is so romantic.

Dorothy: You think so?

I mean you don't think I'm too old for, you know?

Aadya: For what, romance?

Never.

Victor: Javier my man, stand there and row.

Dottie, please have a seat in the boat.

So, like I said, after dinner, we went for a ride all around the hotel.

Dorothy: I thought it couldn't get more romantic.

Victor: This old dog still had a few tricks up his sleeves.

♪ When I first met you Dorothy, I knew ♪ ♪ All I wanted for Christmas was you ♪ ♪ At my age, I thought that love was through ♪ ♪ But since meeting you I know that ain't true ♪ ♪ We've both seen many sunrises and sunsets too ♪ ♪ And I want to share the rest of mine with you ♪ ♪ I'm not trying to replace the love y'all knew ♪ ♪ He was your puppy, now I'm your dog ♪ ♪ We have a deep attachment to our childhood sweethearts ♪ ♪ To a precious kind of love that lingers in our hearts ♪ ♪ This cowboy has a heart that is true ♪ ♪ Like an old faithful dog I love you ♪ ♪ I love you more than I love my horse ♪ ♪ And that's saying a lot for me ♪ ♪ I never thought I'd meet another ♪ ♪ Who would bring me to my knee ♪ ♪ I don't need any presents under my tree ♪ ♪ I just want you to saddle up next to me ♪ ♪ Yodel, yodel, yodel, yodel ♪ ♪ We'll ride into the sunset side by side ♪ ♪ Holding hands together forever, all right ♪ ♪ At my age, I thought that love was through ♪ ♪ But since meeting you I know that ain't true ♪ ♪ We've seen many sunrises and sunsets too ♪ ♪ And I want to share the rest of mine with you ♪ ♪ I'm not trying to replace the love y'all knew ♪ ♪ He was your puppy now I'm your dog ♪ ♪ He was your arf, and I'm your woof ♪ ♪ He was your puppy ♪ ♪ And now I'm your your ♪ ♪ Yodel, yodel, yodel ♪ ♪ Yodel, yodel, yodel, yodel, yodel ♪ James Jr.: Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah.

Back up on now there, partner.

[doorbell rings] James Jr.: Saved by the bell.

Dorothy: Lizzie, did you invite another surprise to dinner?

Lizzie: Oh, don't look at me, I'm done interfering for the day.

James Jr.: By the way this night is going, it might be Santa Claus.

Javier: Don't disrespect Uncle June like that.

James Jr.: I'll get the door.

Javier: Stop.

Let me get it.

It's Brian.

I just know it's Brian.

Oh, thank you, Merry Christmas.

It's not my man.

It's just a flower delivery.

Aadya: Pretty.

Who are they for?

Javier: Card just says, "Here's to starting new traditions."

Guessing they must be for Mom.

Victor, did you send them?

Victor: No.

Aadya: So, maybe they are for me.

What a lovely timely surprise, babe.

James Jr.: Sorry, babe.

I'll be on that next year.

Lizzie: Well, June sure didn't send them.

Javier: Maybe they're from Brian.

[all laughing] Javier: Why is that funny to you?

They could be from him.

James Jr.: I was just thinking if they are from him, then his message is quite cryptic.

Could his new tradition be not showing up year after year?

You deserve better, bro.

Lizzie: Come here, baby.

I hate to break it to you, but pretty much everyone in this room thinks Brian stood you up again.

We just want you to know that we, the family, love you.

Victor: I've only been here a few hours, but I'm quite fond of you already.

Is that okay to say?

James Jr.: No.

Javier: It's okay everyone.

At first I was upset that Brian didn't make it, but now I'm kind of worried.

He knows this is important to me.

He wouldn't just blow it.

James Jr.: But he did.

It's been hours.

If he was coming, he would have called you by now.

Face it, he's not here by choice.

Lizzie: Nephew, forget about that man.

I got an idea.

Come on the cruise with me.

We'll have a ball.

Who knows?

We both might meet a man.

Javier: Sounds like a great idea.

A 28 year old man and his tia on a wild senior cruise, hunting men on the high seas.

Lizzie: I didn't say it was a senior cruise Javier.

You just feeling sorry for yourself right now.

Javier: You're right, Tia.

I'll think about your offer.

Dorothy: Oh, poor Javi.

You know, let's get back to the party and forget about Brian.

Victor: Yes, yes.

Javier, my man.

Back to the gondola.

That's perfect.

Now my sweet, kindly come back and sit down.

Dorothy: Maybe we should finish this story tomorrow, Victor.

Victor: He won't like it any better tomorrow.

Please get in.

James Jr.: My mama said she ain't getting back in the gondola with you.

Victor: You may not want your mom in that boat, but I'm pretty sure my woman wants to be in that gondola.

James Jr.: Your woman?

Your woman?

You've known my mom for what?

Five minutes?

And now she's your woman?

Victor: I'm just being honest about the way I feel son.

James Jr.: I'm not your son.

Don't call me your son.

Victor: A figure of speech, I mean no harm by addressing you as son, calm down.

James Jr.: Calm do--calm down?

Mama, mommy.

Did you hear him, Victor?

He just ordered me to calm down.

Dorothy: Junior, he just suggested-- James Jr.: Not you too.

Doesn't anyone care how I feel?

Isn't anyone on my side?

Lizzie: What is that?

Aadya: Sounds like a big cat.

James Jr.: Cats don't knock.

Dorothy: Well, somebody answer it.

James Jr.: I'll get the door.

I'm the man of the house.

Dorothy: Oh, you are?

James Jr.: Well, I'll be damned.

Javi, it's for you.

Javier: Brian?

Brian, Brian.

Oh, Brian.

Look at you.

What happened?

Brian: Merry Christmas everyone.

Sorry to be so late.

I had a not so little accident.

I'll explain more later, but I'm a podiatrist with a broken foot.

I think that says it all.

Aadya: Oh my, are you okay?

Brian: Kind of.

I'm heavily medicated right now.

So, I'm surprisingly not in any pain.

The hospital kindly sent me here in an Uber because my phone died and I couldn't get ahold of you.

I didn't even know your number without my cell.

The number of the man I love.

Javier: You love me?

Brian: Of course I love you.

You must have been freaking out when I failed to show.

I promised I'd be here for you when you told the family we're moving to New York next month and I blew it.

I'm so sorry.

Javier: It's okay.

It's okay.

James Jr.: You're moving?

Lizzie: To New York?

Dorothy: And didn't bother to tell us?

Aadya: Damn, this family got secrets.

Brian: Wait, you didn't tell them?

Oh, great because I-- Javier: No, I didn't tell them.

I started the evening thinking I was moving with you, but by the time you got here, the plan changed to going on a senior cruise-- Lizzie: Just a cruise.

Javier: Doesn't matter.

What happened to you?

James Jr.: Never mind him.

You're just gonna jump up and move to New York and not tell us?

Not tell me?

Javier: The plan was to share about Brian's residency at dinner.

And I did attempt to tell you, but honestly, I didn't think you would care.

James Jr.: Why would you think I wouldn't care that my only brother is moving to the East Coast?

Aadya: Babe, you do love your brother.

I knew it.

James Jr.: I love everyone in this room, A, you know that.

Aadya: Including Victor?

James Jr.: No.

And you know that too.

Victor: In time, he will in time-- Aadya: Maybe Brian should sit down.

He looks terrible.

Javier: Of course, here.

Let me get him something to drink.

Dorothy: There now.

Now that's better.

Here.

Now tell us what happened.

How did you get hurt?

Brian: So, I was just leaving-- Javier: Hold that thought for one second.

Did I just hear you say you would be upset if I moved to New York?

James Jr.: I'm just thinking about mom.

I mean, if you move to the East Coast, that would make you Biggie and me Tupac.

We both know that don't end well.

Aadya: I think he's trying to say he cares.

Javier: I didn't quite hear that.

Lizzie: Brian looks like he could use some love.

Brian: Javier, please listen.

I have to return to the hospital tomorrow for surgery, recovery will delay my hospital residency for at least a year.

New York is off.

Dorothy: So, you're not moving?

Brian: No ma'am.

Not anytime soon.

James Jr.: No offense Brian, but you should have opened up with that.

It's unfortunate you got hurt, but I'm glad you and my brother aren't moving to New York, because, you know, that would make our mom and Auntie Lizzie sad, and me too.

Javier: Okay, that was darn close to telling me you care.

James Jr.: Don't everyone overreact.

All I'm saying is, well, all I'm saying is just, I'll drive you and Brian to the hospital in the morning if you want.

Javier: I want.

Brian: It's very sweet, thank you.

Mrs. Black, I am so sorry I missed dinner, but I see my flowers made it.

Dorothy: Those are from-- Javier: You have nothing to apologize about, but some people in this room do.

Yeah, shame on you, familia, talking about my man like that.

I am gonna stand here and wait for the apologies to begin.

Brian: Wait, they talked about me.

What did they say?

Javier: Oh, nada pa, no te preocupes, never mind them.

You're here now and that's all that counts.

Brian: I'll always be there for you Javi, always.

But I am kind of dizzy right now.

Do you think maybe I could rest a bit on the couch?

Lizzie: Yes, of course.

Oh my, you know he really should be in bed.

Brian: Oh, I'm fine, really.

Just fine.

Please don't let me interrupt the festivities.

Aadya: Poor guy facing surgery on Christmas Day.

How sad.

Brian: No worries.

I'm Jewish.

Dorothy: Junior, now that things have settled down a little bit, maybe you can tell us why you're so on edge this evening.

Is Victor being here tonight upsetting you?

James Jr.: I don't care about Victor, and I don't care if you wanna go camp under the stars on his ranch either, but I do care that you plan to sell this house.

Lizzie: You didn't tell me you selling the house.

Dorothy: I'm not selling the house.

Whatever gave you that idea?

James Jr.: This appraisal.

Dorothy: What are you doing with the appraisal to my house?

James Jr.: How I got it doesn't matter.

Don't try to distract from the fact that you're selling the house, our home.

Dorothy: I'm not selling the house, Junior.

I would tell my sons if I plan to sell our family home.

I was thinking about building a granny flat.

The appraisal is a part of exploring the financing to build it.

Aadya: Who's gonna live in the granny flat?

Dorothy: Me, or at least that was the original idea.

I was thinking when I retired last year that I could live in a granny flat and rent an Airbnb out of the house.

James Jr.: Why would you wanna turn our home into an Airbnb?

Are you having money issues?

If so, you don't need to resort to renting out the house.

We can help, and we're doing better than okay, you know.

Dorothy: Oh, sonnie boy, how sweet.

Now, this is my son talking now.

No, I don't need money.

I just thought it'd be a good little business to keep me busy.

Aadya: But you're taking out a loan against the house to build a granny flat.

Dorothy: Well, I was.

If I thought it was the smartest way to fund it.

I've borrowed against this house many times since James Senior died.

Do you think that you and Javier graduated from college debt free on a school nurse's salary?

This house, this house has saved me money, loaned me money, and made me money.

Your father was so right about it being our future.

It has sustained us in ways I never could have imagined.

Lizzie: He did have vision.

He could have fought that last minute insurance charge, but he just complied.

Dorothy: Sometimes, I think he knew what was gonna happen.

He took care of his family even in death.

Oh, is Brian okay?

Javier: Yes.

Out like a light.

Lizzie: Remember how we told you about how the lender changed the requirements in order to force James and Dottie to break the contract?

The big thing was at the last minute, they required them to carry insurance on the full mortgage, and it was quite expensive.

That increase could have knocked them out of qualifying.

That's why they needed to put more money down.

James could have fought it, but he didn't.

And ten years later-- Javier: So, because he purchased the insurance, the whole mortgage was paid off when he died.

Lizzie: Yes sir.

Every single penny.

James Jr.: So that's how you did it.

I didn't know.

I'm learning a lot tonight.

Aadya: But why the granny flat now?

Dorothy: I realized that I was living a 30-year old dream that would never come true.

I don't wanna be retired and alone in this big house.

But no, I have no plans to sell.

And if I did, you boys would be the first to know.

James Jr.: Well, that's comforting to know, because I was thinking maybe Aadya and I could buy it, you know, to keep it in the family.

Dorothy: You guys wouldn't wanna live this far from LA.

James Jr.: And I'm kinda thinking of leaving and starting my own firm.

Aadya: I can work from anywhere, and I'm gonna be his first client.

Lizzie: Oh, y'all don't wanna live way down here.

This is a family oriented area of Carlsbad.

All kids and old folks.

Too slow for a young, fast moving LA couple like you and Aadya.

James Jr.: Are you kidding me?

I love Carlsbad.

I loved growing up here, and we're not that young that we aren't thinking about the future, and raising our children here would be a dream come true.

Javier: Are you making an announcement?

Are y'all pregnant?

James Jr.: No, no, no, no, no, no.

We're not ready yet.

Just saying that I--when, if, you know we have children someday in the future.

Dorothy: Aadya, how do you feel about both?

The house and the kids?

Aadya: I agree with my husband.

I grew up in the system and never in my wildest dreams could I imagine making a house like this my home.

We would be so blessed to be able to raise our family here.

And that day might be closer than you think Jamie.

James Jr.: See Mom?

Aadya agrees.

Well, what's going on?

I feel like I missed something.

Victor: Unless I'm wrong, you might be a father sooner than you think.

James Jr.: Aadya, is this true?

Oh my God.

Cheetos, swollen ankles, peeing all the time.

We're having a baby.

Aadya: That's what this test says.

Javier: The stick said yes.

The stick said yes.

The stick said yes.

Brian: The stick said yes.

James Jr.: We're having a baby.

I'm gonna be a father.

Oh, we're really gonna need this house because we're gonna have a baby.

Victor: This truly is a special Christmas Eve.

Javier: This is such great news.

You know, I always wanted to be a Tio.

When'd you pee on the stick?

Aadya: About an hour ago before dinner.

James Jr.: Well, where did you get a pregnancy test?

Aadya: From Lizzie.

Javier: Why would you have a pregnancy test?

Lizzie: Wayne told me to bring it to the show, and something told you to just go pee on it, huh?

Aadya: Something did.

James Jr.: I still can't believe I'm gonna be a father.

Victor: I can relate.

I never had children yet now, I'm going to be a grandfather.

James Jr.: Just because you were invited to dinner does not make you a member of this family.

You might be dating my mom, but it's way too soon to talk marriage.

Slow your roll.

Victor: Too late.

I wasn't going to activate my roll, but once I got my roll going, I couldn't stop it.

Right Dottie?

Dorothy: Now's not the time Victor.

This isn't about us.

Oh, here Victor.

Sing another song.

That's what we need.

You know, something about a baby, baby Jesus, and Javi, you play too.

Aadya: Wait, Mrs. Black.

I wanna know if we were making it about you and Victor, what would he say?

Lizzie: I'm curious myself.

Javier: We all are.

Victor: Please, Dottie.

They're grown men.

They can handle it.

Dorothy: Tomorrow, I promise.

Victor: Tonight.

Dorothy: Okay, tonight.

Victor: Thank you.

Now, where did we leave off?

Dottie, you were in the gondola-- James Jr.: Mama, please don't get back in the gondola with him, please.

Victor: Dottie, so like I was saying-- James Jr.: Can you at least stop talking about lemon juice?

Lizzie: What in the name of Black Jesus is going on in here?

Victor: Dorothy if you don't tell them, I will.

Dorothy: All right, all right.

Junior baby, Javi, family, what Victor is trying to tell you is-- Aadya: Oh my God, I know what it is, Jamie.

Your mama and Victor aren't dating.

They are married.

They ran off to Vegas and got married.

James Jr.: No way.

She wouldn't do that, not after all the grief she gave us for eloping to Vegas.

She doesn't even know this cowboy.

Mom, tell us this isn't true.

I'm talking to my mother.

Brian: He is talking to his mother.

Javier: Mom, is Aadya right?

Did you get married?

Is Victor our new daddy?

James Jr.: Oh, this funny to you brother?

Dorothy: Boys, stop.

Aadya guessed right.

Victor is my husband.

We did get married while we were in Vegas.

James Jr.: How could you?

Dorothy: But it's not what you think.

James Jr.: You know what?

I can't be here right now.

Aadya: Where are you going?

James Jr.: I don't know.

I just can't stay here.

Dorothy: Javi, I never meant to hurt you, boys.

Javier: I know that mom.

I'll congratulate you later.

Right now, I'm just gonna see if I can find him.

Do you think he went to his thinking spot on the beach?

Lizzie: Of course he did.

Victor: I'm coming with you.

Lizzie: I think you've done enough, Mister-didn't-tell-me-he- was-married.

Victor: I need to try to fix it.

Javier: Come on then.

Tia, keep an eye on Brian.

Brian: I'm good.

Lizzie: Well, I'll be damned.

Sister, I think what we got here is a case of the pot calling the kettle black.

But since you all are Black people named Black, this is more like the pot calling the kettle blackity-black-black-black.

Aadya: Auntie.

Dorothy: No, she's right.

I deserve that.

I must seem like the biggest hypocrite in the world, but I want you to know I did not run off to Vegas with the intent of getting married.

Aadya: Neither did I.

We went to Vegas to attend a wedding, not get married.

Dorothy: No?

Then how did it happen?

Aadya: Well, we--never mind, you go first.

Dorothy: It was pretty much like Victor said.

It was so romantic and he was singing.

Aadya: I swear, everything in Vegas is designed to make people fall in love.

There's definitely something in the water.

Lizzie: All the lights and liquor.

That's how they get you.

Dorothy: And the food, all the food is so sexy.

Brian: I like dark meat.

Dorothy: All I know is he was singing and I said yes.

And the next thing I know there was a jeweler in our suite showing us rings.

They make it too easy to get married in Vegas.

Aadya: We didn't even have to get out the car.

Said our I dos and drove straight through.

Lizzie: I hope a happy meal came with that.

Dorothy: Oh Aadya, I hope you can forgive my behavior towards you.

I would really like to be here for you and the baby if you'd let me.

Aadya: Oh, thank God.

I'm scared to death.

I'm gonna need all the help I can get.

Lizzie: You'll be just fine.

We can't wait to help.

Aadya: Everything's changing.

More changes for my poor husband.

But we'll adjust, and he'll adjust to your marriage too.

Just give him time.

Dorothy: Lord, I hope so.

Aadya: I'm hungry and worried.

I need something to munch on.

Dorothy: Oh, that's the baby.

I was hungry all day, every day when I was carrying Junior.

I will fix you a plate of leftovers.

Aadya: If it's all right, I'd rather have some of my colored rolls that didn't make it to the table.

Dorothy: Clearly an oversight on my part.

I will warm up enough for everyone.

Lord, I hope the boys are okay.

Lizzie: Oh, they're just fine.

I mean, what kind of trouble can three men of color get into wandering around Carlsbad at night.

On second thought.

♪♪♪ ♪ Silent night ♪ ♪ Holy night ♪ ♪ All is calm ♪ ♪ All is bright ♪ ♪ Round yon virgin ♪ ♪ Mother and child ♪ ♪ Holy infant ♪ ♪ So tender and mild ♪ ♪ Sleep in heavenly peace ♪ ♪ Sleep in heavenly peace ♪♪ James Jr.: Hey, are we good?

Aadya: Always babe, love you.

Dorothy: Junior, are you all right?

James Jr.: Yeah, I'm okay.

I'm thrilled about the baby and to have this incredible woman that loves me, and I'm happy about you and Victor.

Okay, maybe not happy, but accepting.

I was being selfish.

Am I forgiven?

Dorothy: I'm the one asking for your forgiveness.

Lizzie: Oh my Lord, what the hell happened out there?

Javier: Victor cried a lot, and I mean a lot.

Victor: Well you know, emotional tears are like stomach gas.

They're not always welcome in public I always say, but there's more room outside than there is on the inside.

James Jr.: Victor's okay.

Now we talked man to man, and as he spoke I could see in his eyes and hear in his every word that he loves you like I love A, and I realized that I want that for you.

I want to know that my mom is loved.

Victor helped me see that.

Javier: I helped too.

Victor: Yo Javier, that love cup thing was deep.

I mean deep.

I'm gonna use that one.

Javier: I know.

Lizzie: Don't you just love a happy ending?

Aadya, those collard rolls were actually pretty tasty.

I got a strong feeling they'll make it to the table next year.

Glad the menfolk made it back before June had to go out looking for you.

We've had enough excitement for the day, and we're ready to turn in.

All this relationship drama drains June because we never argue.

Good night, all.

all: Good night, good night Uncle June.

Lizzie: Javi, do you need help getting Brian upstairs?

Brian: I am perfectly fine to walk upstairs.

Javier: We are right behind you.

We have to be up bright and early to return Brian to the hospital.

James Jr.: Don't forget, I'm driving.

Javier: I'm counting on it, bro.

Good night, all.

Brian: Mrs. Black, it has been a wonderful evening.

I can't wait until next year.

Good night, all.

all: Good night.

Aadya: Mrs. Black, Victor, congratulations on your marriage.

This is the most romantic story I've ever heard.

One we'll be sharing with the pending member of the Black family over and over.

James Jr.: Victor, you might not have heard me before when I welcomed you to the family.

Dorothy: I don't think anyone heard that, Junior.

Did you say it?

James Jr.: I may have been remiss before, but welcome to the family, cowboy.

Victor: Thank you.

I'll take good care of your mom.

James Jr.: Oh, she can take care of herself.

You just better take care of yourself.

Victor: Yes sir.

Aadya: I can't stay awake another minute.

I'm off to bed.

Dorothy: Oh wait, we didn't get around to opening the gifts.

James Jr.: It can keep till morning.

Dorothy: Please, just one.

Just this one.

Aadya: For me?

A vintage sweater?

James Jr.: Her vintage sweater.

Dorothy: Please put it on.

I want you to have it.

There, it fits well, I think.

Aadya: I love it.

Dorothy: What do you think Victor?

Look at these two.

Now what do they look like to you?

Victor: Well, they look like the lord and lady of the manor to me.

Dorothy: That they do.

You know, I was thinking since they have the sweaters, they might as well have the house.

I mean, it goes with the sweaters.

Aadya: Seriously, this house?

James Jr.: We get the house?

Dorothy: Yes and yes.

Now there's still a lot to discuss-- James Jr.: Like price?

Dorothy: Like price, and we still have to talk it over with your brother.

But yes, I think it's time for me to let the house go and move on.

James Jr.: Don't worry, we'll hold down the fort here.

Keep everything the same, right A?

Aadya: Yeah, exactly the same.

Dorothy: Good Lord, don't you dare keep everything the same.

Traditions are nice, but they will control your whole life if you let them.

You keep the ones that serve your family best and then you create new ones.

Aadya: Thank God, because there is no way I can do all this every year.

Dorothy: I have the feeling that you will outdo me.

Now Junior, you take my daughter-in-law to bed.

She needs her rest.

Got a big day tomorrow.

Aadya: Please let me help tomorrow, Mrs. Black.

Dorothy: Child, you are having a grandbaby just for me.

You call me Mama D. Aadya: Yes ma'am.

Mama D it is.

Good night.

Love you.

Dorothy: Good night.

I love you.

Aadya: Good night.

Dorothy: Good night.

James Jr.: Good night.

Victor: Oh Junior, mind if I spend the night, my man?

James Jr.: I appreciate you asking me like it's the first time you've ever spent the night.

But enjoy tonight, my man, because next year you'll be out on that granny flat.

Good night.

Victor: Good night.

Dorothy: You help me tidy up.

Victor: With pleasure, my love.

Dorothy: You know I should be mad at you.

Showing up a day early, disrespecting my plans to tell my sons my way.

Victor: Lizzie just kept bothering me, and I just didn't know how to say no.

Dorothy: Didn't know how to say no or didn't want to say no.

Victor: What I didn't want to do was spend even one more day without you.

Dorothy: Well, I guess a girl can't be mad at that, especially when she feels the same way.

Victor: Oh, I like the sound of that.

All's well that ends well.

Dorothy: Well, it is Christmas Eve.

Victor: Yeah, I'm thinking maybe we should hurry up and get to bed so that Santa Claus can deliver his gifts and the postman can deliver yours.

Dorothy: You are so bad.

I love you, husband.

Victor: I love you, wife.

Merry Christmas to me, woo!

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Joy to the world, the Lord is come ♪ ♪ Let earth receive her King ♪ ♪ Let every heart prepare him room ♪ ♪ And heaven and nature sing ♪ ♪ And heaven and nature sing ♪ ♪ And heaven and heaven and nature sing ♪ ♪ Angels we have heard on high ♪ ♪ Sweetly singing o'er the plains ♪ ♪ And the mountains in reply ♪ ♪ Echoing their joyous strains ♪ ♪ Gloria ♪ ♪ in excelsis Deo ♪ ♪ I saw three ships come sailing in on Christmas day on ♪ ♪ Christmas day ♪ ♪ I saw three ships-- ♪ Victor: Baby, baby, baby.

No.

♪♪♪ ♪ Baby Jesus lying in a manger ♪ ♪ No room at the inn they said ♪ ♪ Star of David shining bright above him ♪ ♪ On this beautiful Christmas Day ♪ ♪ Glory, glory to God in the highest ♪ ♪ He's our herdman who leads the way ♪ ♪ Glory, glory hallelujah ♪ ♪ On this beautiful Christmas day ♪ ♪ On this beautiful Christmas day ♪ ♪ On this beautiful ♪ ♪ Christmas ♪ ♪ Day ♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ announcer: Support for this program comes from the KPBS Explore Local Content fund, supporting new ideas and programs for San Diego.