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Hey, Richie.

Hi, Eddie. Is that present for me?

Nope, it's for Laura. I gotta go stash it someplace.

Gee, I hope you don't hide it where she hid your present.

Uh, Richie, are you telling me you know where my present is hidden?

Forget it, Eddie. There's no way I'm talking.

Two bucks.

Garage, gray file cabinet, bottom drawer.

No, it's for Dad. I gotta find some place to hide it. Gee, I hope you don't

it where he hid yours.

You know where my present's hidden?

Forget it. There's no way I'm talking.

Two bucks.

Uncle Carl's room, under the bed, inside the luggage.

Boy, business is booming this year.

I wish I was... a bigger family.

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

to find.

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

all I see is a tower of dreams

Merry Christmas.

Oh, please.

Don't shovel that Christmas garbage my way.

Oh, what elf bit your butt?

I get into work this morning, and there's this poor guy filing a burglary

report. It seems somebody stole all his family's Christmas gifts from his house.

Oh, how terrible.

Wait a minute, there's more.

Turns out that he lost his job and he doesn't have any money to buy new

for his seven hungry kids.

So I get the idea. Pass the hat so this poor unfortunate victim can at least buy

food and gifts for his family.

Oh, Carl, you're sweet. You're a good man.

I'm an idiot, Harriet.

It was a con.

He's a crook. He goes from city to city telling the same sob story.

He doesn't have any kids.

He took advantage of my sympathy, and he spent the money on cheap wine and

hookers.

Unbelievable. I tell you, Harriet, Christmas brings out the worst in

no, it doesn't, Carl. Oh, yeah?

This afternoon, I arrested two charity Santas who had gotten to a knife fight

over a good corner.

Well, at least the knife fight was for a good cause.

Hello, Steve.

Oh, Feliz Navidad, Carl.

What's the holiday hats, Pat?

Well, I was going to wrap this crystal music box.

It's a present for Harry.

Oh.

Steve, could you hand me the...

Gifts are like people. It's what's on the inside that counts.

Hey, you know, I've got to hand it to you, Steve.

This gift is so beautiful it could be framed.

No, it couldn't, because it's a picture frame.

Oh, boy.

Oh, this one's heavy.

and we'll leave a note for Harriet, okay?

Okay.

It's snowing hard outside, so we'd better take the train.

Oh, yeah. You like the train, don't you, big guy?

I guess.

Great fun to see. Can't you just feel the love in the air?

No, I can't.

Well, I do.

My love is everywhere.

Merry Christmas, everybody.

Steve, put a cork in it.

There are nine cars on this train, and you've gotten us kicked out of eight of

them.

rude salespeople, or that kid who uptucked in my shopping bag.

You don't see the humor in me?

No.

I am so miserable.

My feet hurt, my head aches, and I'm with you.

This has got to be the worst Christmas of my life.

with the joy of Christmas.

Why? Well, here we are on the eve of the day we celebrate the birth of our

Savior.

people are not exactly a thing.

who was great with child, up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth,

city of David, which is called Bethlehem.

And she brought forth her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling clothes and

laid him in a manger because there was no room for them at the inn.

Mom, are you okay?

I'm worried about your father.

I'm sure he'll be all right, Mom.

But he's been gone for hours.

There's a blizzard and his power's out. Mom, but he's not alone.

How about your son here?

He's not my son.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't admit it either.

But you brought Nerd Boy on this train, so it's your responsibility.

Shut him up, or one of us will.

Steve,

why do you always do this?

Everybody feel worse. Now sit down and be quiet.

Are you okay, Steve?

Carl, it's Christmas Eve. And everybody's supposed to be happy.

But instead, everybody's mad at everybody else.

Listen, folks.

you'd want to be at home spending Christmas Eve with your family.

But does sitting here being grumpy make you feel any better?

Well, I think not.

Ma 'am?

Well, I notice you have several shopping bags.

Might those bags contain gifts?

Might. For who?

For my grandkids.

How many do you have?

Seven. Four boys and three girls.

How that's terrific.

And I bet you'll feel great when you see their happy faces on Christmas morning.

Yes, I will.

And this.

Well, I couldn't help but notice that beautiful engagement ring of yours.

Oh, yeah.

It's real diamonds.

Belonged to Roger's mother.

Why, will this be your first Christmas with Roger?

Yes. Will you ever forget it?

No. Never.

you make their dreams come true.

And I have a hunch you're a darn good saint.

Well, people have always complimented me on my ho -ho -hos.

And how does that make you feel?

Pretty good.

You see, folks, Christmas isn't a place.

It's a feeling.

It's the love and warmth of friends and family.

It's a feeling we get in our hearts this time of year.

And we take that feeling with us wherever we go.

My Christmas can even be here, on this cold, dark train.

I'll give it a try.

I present to you, our Christmas tree.

Glory to the newborn King. Peace on earth and mercy

mild. God and sinners reconciled.

Everything is fine.

Steve and I were stuck on the L train when the blackout hit.

Well, you still don't have power here?

Nope. It's been out for hours.

Well, it's Christmas time, and we just have to believe that everything is going

to be all right.

Right, Steve?

All right, big guy.

Harriet, I've invited Steve to spend the night.

You have?

I thought you said you were okay.

I'm more than okay, thanks to Steve.

He reminded me... of what Christmas is all about.

You know what I need? A big hug from my family.

Come on over here. Come on.

Hey,

come on over here, Steve.

Oh, me too?

Wow. This really must be Christmas.

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