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Oh, mine too. You know, people just seem friendlier and happier.

And best of all, the entire Urkel family goes out of town for two whole weeks.

It's a rare condition this day and age to read any good news on the newspaper

page. And love and tradition of the grand design, some people say, is even

harder to find.

Well, then there must be some magic clue inside these gentle walls.

Because all I see is a tower of dreams, real love bursting out of every scene.

Christmas cheer, my little candy cane.

No, I mean you told me your family was going to Hawaii for two weeks. My

decided to go alone this year to renew their vows. A second honeymoon?

No, they're renewing their vows not to have any more children.

But lucky me, I get to spend Christmas with my Uncle Cecil.

I thought your Uncle Cecil was busted for operating an unlicensed hot tub

for Christmas.

A what?

A Freddy Teddy. It's a battery -operated bear that moves his mouth and blinks

his eyes and tells stories.

So what is it? You need some money, Rachel? Is Fuddy Duddy expensive?

Freddy Teddy.

No, it's not that. It's just that I've been to every toy store in town and

they're all sold out.

Oh. You know, the toy companies do that on purpose. See, they deliberately

create a shortage which increases demand with suits of their profits. Rachel.

You know...

I tell you, it just burns my boots. Rachel. You know what? I'm going to call

congressman. No, no, no. I'm going to call the senator.

Now, forget that. I'm calling the president.

And I'll call Al Mushman. Who?

Al Mushman.

Our equipment supply officer.

He can find anything.

If there's a funky Frankie within 500 square miles.

Freddy.

Teddy.

Whatever.

Mushman will know where it is.

You know, it's almost as old as I am. Well, let's see. That means it... Yep.

Judy, give it a rest.

I told Richie that Santa was gonna bring him a Freddy Teddy.

Merry Christmas.

The price just went up to $90.

Ma 'am, I'm going to have to call this in.

How long have you been waiting, sir?

Almost three and a half hours. And I drove 50 miles to get here. Oh, my

goodness. What we go through for our children and grandchildren.

Tell me about it.

It's worth it, though, to see their little faces light up with joy on

did you get Judy's compact disc?

Willard Scott sings his favorite camp song?

Let us out of here.

Oh, look.

Brian Goebbels sings Back Up.

Oh, what's the matter, honey?

Well, I guess I'm feeling a little guilty.

About what?

The way I treated Steve.

It was an accident.

Steve can't seem to help being clumsy.

When he was a baby, I bet his first words were, Did I do that?

So you want to apologize?

No.

But I guess I should, huh?

On the way home, I heard him singing in his basement.

Either that or somebody's torturing a cat.

Christmas Eve it out.

Pretty titty.

Just pretty titty.

Carl? Don't look at me. I didn't get it.

Me neither.

Steve, did you get it?

Not me.

Oh, come on. Then where did it come from?

Santa brought it. Right, Uncle Steve?

Well, none of us brought it, so it had to be Santa.

But that's impossible.

My... Thank goodness.

Still the doubting Edo. You want more proof that there's a Santa? Why don't

open that letter I sent you by registered mail?

Yeah, let's see if Steve got what he wanted from Santa.

Here it is.

Dear Sora and doubting Edo, to prove the existence of Santa Claus, I've decided

to ask him for the most impossible present I can think of.

It's been Christmas with my favorite people in the world.

The Winslow.

Thanks, Santa.

Oh, I love this song.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas.

Let your heart...

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.