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Sing a song, sing a song, sing a song.

Sing a song, sing a song, sing a song.

Sing a song, sing a song, sing a song.

Steve! Oh, hi -me -ho -ho -ho, big guy.

What are you doing up here?

Why, getting ready for the holiday season, of course.

Every Christmas, I design a visual yuletide spectacular on the rooftop of

house. And this year, since I'm living with you, I want to design the Winslow

route. Well, forget it. Now get down.

Oh, but how?

I do it every year. It's a tradition.

Well, this year, it's a memory.

But why?

Because it'll triple my electric bill.

Are you putting a price limit on Christmas?

Oh, yeah. I did it with your gift. Why stop there?

Plug me in so we can see if my lights work.

Don't bother me.

Huh?

Looking for this?

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.

There must be some magic clue inside these gentle walls.

Cause all I see is a tower of dreams. Real love bursting out of everything.

It's the bigger love of the family.

Hey, baby,

Laura, let's get started on the tree. It's not going to decorate itself.

Oh, I can't. I got to go meet Max at the mall.

Is it important?

Oh, yeah. She got a job selling cosmetics, so she wants me to stand next

counter and tell people I'm 40.

Oh, well, I guess we can decorate the tree tomorrow.

Oh, um, David's taking me ice skating.

Skating?

outside.

That's the whole idea, Mom.

Coal makes the water hard.

Otherwise, it's called swimming.

Cute.

Honey, don't you want to help me decorate the tree?

Uh, sure, Mom. I'm just busy, that's all.

But don't worry, I won't mind if you do it without me. Bye.

Bye.

Three cakes.

Oh, man.

What you got, Slick?

A flush.

I beat your butt.

Well, you are hot tonight, Zuhair.

What are you going to do with all those winnings? I'm going to buy a dancing

snowman to complete my whimsical, fantastical winter wonderland display.

Hey, you're doing pretty good there.

And you'll never guess what I'm going to call my snowman.

Frosty.

Who told you?

You know, I remember your roof display from last year, Zuhair.

It was pretty good.

Not as good as mine, but it was all right for a beginner.

Well, I don't... like to brag, but my roof display blew both of yours away.

My decorations were almost as good as Steve Urkel's.

Now you know you are tripping.

Nobody's decorations are as good as Urkel's. I think mine were.

Fellas, fellas, can we get back to polka, please? I've heard enough about

Christmas decorations.

Well, no surprise there. After all, your nativity scene last year was a joke!

Yeah, two wise men standing around a G .I. Joe and a shoe bar.

Hey, somebody stole my Jesus, okay?

Okay, okay.

Calm down yourself.

Besides, I decorate the inside of my house for my family, not the outside for

you yahoos.

So, obviously you're not going to enter the contest.

What contest?

Channel 6 is sponsoring a Christmas decorating contest.

Yeah. A committee goes all over town and judges the best decorated rooftop.

Big deal.

The winner gets $5 ,000.

Did you say $5 ,000?

If you could get Steve Urkel to decorate your rooftop, you'd be a shoe -in for

first prize.

No kidding.

No way.

I heard that Urkel thinks that contest cheap is the true meaning of Christmas.

$5 ,000, huh?

That's W -I -N -S -L -O -W.

Winslow.

Oh, good.

Listen, what time will the judges be here Christmas Eve?

Eight o 'clock. Okay, great.

Merry Christmas.

Ah, I'm in the money.

Come on, honey.

I got a letter.

Just hit on the label. Bring it in, bring it in, bring it in.

Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.

Well, who put the mistletoe in your boxers?

Steve, you are looking at a changed man.

Oh, really?

Mm -hmm. I have finally decided to let you decorate my room for Christmas.

Oh! Oh!

Be still, my Uncle Harkin.

What made you change your mind?

Well, I just realized that, uh...

Well, how rewarding decorating your roof can be.

Oh, Tom.

Why, you're the most loving.

Caring.

Unselfish man I've ever known.

Oh, look

who's

under the mistletoe.

What on, Miss Sugar?

Oh, look at you, Eddie.

How come you're all decked out?

Well, Grandma, my fraternity is having a Christmas party for underprivileged

girls.

Underprivileged? That's right.

They haven't met me yet.

Go get them, Eddie.

Hey, Grandma, when are you going to make your famous gingerbread cookies?

I have to wait till your father leaves the house.

He eats them faster than I can bake them.

Bye, Grandma.

Bye. Hey, Eddie, wait, wait, wait, wait.

We're supposed to decorate the Christmas tree tonight.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mom, but I'm going to a party.

Oh.

But you go ahead without me. You and Dad did such a great job on the rest of the

house. Well, we saved the Christmas tree for the family to decorate together.

I know, Mom, but I'm getting a little old for that stuff now.

Love you.

Harry, are you okay?

You know, Mother Winslow, every Christmas since Eddie and Laura were

we've always decorated the tree together.

Now, all of a sudden, they're too busy.

Honey, they're growing up.

They've got lives of their own.

Oh, I know that.

It's just that there's certain traditions, especially around the

still enjoy sharing with my children.

And as the years go by, those things become more and more precious to me.

I just wish my kids felt the same way.

Well, we're done.

Let her rip.

I think Santa and his elf had too much coffee.

Well, I think they're just getting down with their bad things.

You know, Steve, this is really, really a beautiful Christmas display. The best

I've ever seen.

Oh, I know.

What's the matter?

I think I got a faulty elf.

And something is wrong with Santa.

Can you fix it?

Well, I might not have to.

Sometimes these things have a way of working themselves out.

And sometimes they get worse.

What are we going to do, Steve? The display is ruined.

Well, now it is.

the Santa, it still looks nice.

Nice isn't good enough.

Nice won't gladden people's hearts.

Nice won't put the twinkle in little children's eyes. And most important,

will not be the best in the neighborhood!

Oh, Carl, it doesn't have to be the best. All that matters is that we've

our best.

That's the stupid stupidest thing I've ever heard.

Now, come on.

We're going to go find ourselves a new Santa and a new elf.

What are you smiling at?

He didn't mean that.

Lola Blade.

Uh -huh, Grandma. Knows him through your gift?

Of course not. I like to be surprised.

What did your father get me?

Nice try, Grandma.

Listen, I looked all over the kitchen, but I didn't see any of your cookies.

Yeah, it's Christmas Eve, and we've been waiting 364 days for those babies.

Well, I decided not to make any cookies this year.

Well, why not? It's a tradition.

Yeah, it's just not Christmas without your gingerbread men.

Mm -hmm. Well, I figured you both were too old for silly traditions like

Christmas cookies.

Where would you get a crazy idea like that from? From your mother.

Mom? She asked you both to help her trim the tree.

Evidently, you were too busy.

Grandma, it's not like the tree didn't get decorated. Mom did a great job.

That's exactly what it was, a job.

She had to do it alone.

But had she decorated that tree with you, Lauren, you, Eddie, you'd know what

that would be.

What?

Christmas.

So, how do I look?

Oh, perfect.

Why, the hat looks great. The beard.

Except I think you went a little overboard on the stuffing.

I didn't use any stuffing.

Did I mention the hat looks great?

Come on.

It's almost 8 o 'clock.

All your elfin butt up here.

What's the lunch?

Oh, uh... I don't want to disappoint all the neighborhood children.

Okay.

Okay.

Feet, feet, feet. Watch the feet. Okay, okay.

All right.

Get on your side. Okay, okay. All right, sit.

Okay.

Okay, ready?

Ready.

And a chance.

Of what?

Uh, of making people happy.

Oh.

Hey, you know, my arm is getting tired.

Mine too.

Okay, quick switch.

judging zoo hair top.

Committee? Yeah, for a decorating contest.

Can you believe that? Some people actually decorate their roof solely for

monetary gain.

No. Yeah.

Hey, why is that committee coming over here?

Quick, keep waving. Keep waving.

Well, Kyle, did you interrupt in that contest?

Might have.

What? What's the matter?

Now, this rough may not be strong enough to hold the combined weight of this

delay, and else, and more importantly than anticipated, Santa.

Are we going to fall?

What we did.

Well, uh, Eddie and I finally got the bed back upstairs.

That's nice.

Later on, I'm going to put a tarp over this hole so the snow won't fall

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Good idea.

You're upset, aren't you, Steve?

Of course I am.

You be smirched Christmas.

You tried to deck your halls with wads of dollars.

Well, Steve... I mean, it's bad enough that your motive was greed.

But what's far worse is that you lied to me.

Well, not really. You told me you cared about Christmas.

And little kids.

Making people happy.

But you didn't care about any of those things.

All you wanted was money.

Oh, Steve, I just... Don't touch me, you greedy little Grinch.

You know, I may be clumsy.

And I may be annoying.

But I'm a straight shooter.

And I don't lie to people, Carl.

No, you don't.

And I shouldn't either.

Yes, Carl.

And especially on Christmas.

Right now's the time to celebrate friendship.

I take advantage of it.

You're right, Steve.

And I'm sorry.

You are?

Yep.

And look, I know it's going to be a long time before you forgive me, but I'm

hoping you'll dig way down deep in your heart. I forgive you, big guy.

So will you give me your word of honor that you'll never lie to me again?

No.

See? You're being honest already.

Oh, honey, honey.

So much love. Love it.

Hey,

Eddie. I heard you and Laura undecorated the tree last night. That's right.

Well, what in Samuel did you do that for?

So we could redecorate it with Mom.

Like you do every year.

Now, that's nice.

Very nice. I'm so proud of my kids.

French hot cookies, everybody.

Oh, that one. Delicious.

Thanks, Grandma.

He will come through. I'll set them over here by the fireplace.

Joy to the world, the Lord has come.

Let earth receive her King.

Let every heart be filled with new.

And heaven and nature sing And heaven and nature sing And heaven

and nature sing