Lexi doesn’t beg. She hands him a small, unwrapped box. Inside: a compass that doesn’t point north. It points at her.
“I’m not asking you to stay,” she says. “I’m asking you to come back.”
“You’re a widow married to a ghost who still snores in your bed,” Cupid says. “Nick hasn’t looked at you—really looked at you—since the Eisenhower administration.”
And on Christmas morning, after the last present is delivered, Nick leaves a single gift under their own tree—a note that says:
Nick looks at the compass, then at the sleigh, then at the woman who has held the North Pole together for 300 years. He sets down the sleigh keys.