All language subtitles for A.Different.Kind.of.Christmas.1996.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

(BELLS JINGLING)

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

RADIO ANNOUNCER:
It's going to be a real
scorcher today, Greendale.

BOY 1: Come on, pass it.

Wow, look at that!

BOY 2: Whoa!

Fran?

Fran?

Fran?

We got a crazy moving in.

Thanks for your help.

Especially that extra trip
up to the roof.

Yeah.

And bring
your children
around anytime.

Santa's going to be here
365 days a year.

Yeah, great.

Oh.

Ho-ho-ho. (CHUCKLES)

Hi!
BOYS: Whoa!

Welcome to
Santa's Dream World.

Who are you?

He's Santa Claus,
dummy.

Yeah.

He can't be
Santa Claus, dummy.

Because there is
no Santa Claus.

I'm sorry to hear
you say that,
Tommy Gates.

A boy like you,
ten-years-old,

born April 14th,
lives five blocks away.

You, of all people,
should believe in me.

You talked to one
of the neighbors.

Is he always
this hard to sell?

Uh-huh.

Don't be stupid,
he's Santa.

BOY: Yeah.

Let's see him prove it.

Yeah, Santa,
show him.

Well, usually, when someone
doesn't believe in Santa,

it doesn't make
much difference
what I do.

But in his case,
I'll make an exception.

You used to believe
in Santa Claus.

A long time ago,
when I was a kid.

You think maybe you got
a little bit left in you?

Enough to say,
"I believe in Santa Claus"?

I believe in Santa Claus.

Louder.

I believe in Santa Claus.

Look!

BOY: Wow!

Even louder,
from the gut.

I believe in Santa Claus!

(BELL DINGS)

BOYS: Woah! Wow!

Amazing what happens
when you believe.

KIDS: Woah!

(BELL JINGLES)
(REINDEER GRUNTS)

Wow!
(BOYS CHATTERING EXCITEDLY)

Come on in, boys.

Take a look around.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

BOYS: Whoa!

Ho-ho-ho-ho!

Ho-ho-ho-ho!
I don't like this.

Well, then, why are
we encouraging him?

Come on.

ELIZABETH: The citizens
of this city spent 20 years

restoring the old
Town Section

with its charm and
connection to our history.

But there's nothing
charming or historical

about fast food,
Your Honor.

I don't care how many
billions they've sold.

They can have the rest
of the state,

even other parts of the city,
but for heaven's sake

let's keep them
out of our shrine.

(APPLAUDING)

MAN: (WHISTLES)
Yeah!

Your Honor, I don't know
if you're a golfer or not,

but imagine playing for years
on a beautiful course.

Manicured greens
and rolling hills.

And then one day,
somebody builds a freeway

right across your
favorite fairway.

Suddenly that 400 yard
dogleg to the right

is an eight-lane cart path.

That's the kind of violation
we're talking about here.

Your Honor, I implore you.

Do not allow this intrusion

into the heart and soul
of our city.

Please, stop them.

(SIGHS)

The court finds the city
thoroughly justified

in denying permits
to the plaintiffs.

The motion is denied.

(APPLAUSE)

JUDGE:
This hearing is adjourned.

(APPLAUSE CONTINUES)

That was great,
but what's a dogleg?

WOMAN:
Congratulations, Ms. Gates.
I have no idea.

I heard it from
the judge's golf partner.

This will play
beautifully.

Staunch defender
of tradition

standing up against
corporate bigwigs.

Does it matter at all that
we're on the right side?

It's a nice win,
don't get me wrong.

But frankly, I'm thinking
bigger fish

than a salmon patty
in old town.

Uh, I'll catch up.

Alan Schaefer's
waiting for us.

It took me weeks
to set this up.

Well, then he won't mind
waiting a few more minutes.

Mayoral hopeful
Elizabeth Gates helped her
campaign today

by successfully defending
the city's long-standing ban

against fast-food franchises
in old town, blah blah blah.

Save three lines
for a quote from Gates.

Three lines,
that's all I get?

Four, if it's sincere.

Nah, just make it up,
Mallory, like you
usually do.

I'll read it tomorrow
and find out what I said.

Come on, Counselor,
I'm on a deadline here.

Frank, take your
hands off me!

No, no, you can
fantasize later.

Just give him a quote,
come on.

It took a lot of guts
for Judge Williams

to decide against
some of this country's
largest corporations.

This city is in his debt.

Very smart, give all
the credit to the judge.

I meant every word.

Hold on for a second.

You know, I liked
that little ploy
with the golf image.

Oh, most of the
local lawyers know

that Williams is
a golf nut.

Oh, yeah,
but not everyone knows

that his favorite hole
is the 16th at Lakewood
Country Club,

a 400-yard
dogleg to the right.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Is that true?

No.

So when are we
going to go out
for dinner?

When you stop
covering politics.

Uh-uh, priorities,
Counselor.

Now, you know
you're interested.

Quit your job
and I'm all yours.

You sound like
a husband.

Exactly.

What else you got for me?

What?

Oh, come on, Harry,
I don't do heartwarming.

Besides, it's June.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(PHONE RINGING)

MICHAEL:
City Attorney's office.

Oh, hold, please.

Susan's in with
the mall king now.

She said not to dally.

Hmm. Right, right.

Oh, Michael,
don't let me forget

Tommy's little league
sign-up this afternoon.

Mmm.

Elizabeth, this is
Alan Schaefer.

Susan tells me great
things about you.

Hmm, well, Susan's paid
to say great things
about me.

ALAN:
She wouldn't lie to me.

She says you're
the real thing.

Mmm-hmm.

Huh.

Is this your son?

ELIZABETH: Yes.

ALAN:
He's a handsome boy.

Thank you.

So, what brings you
to our little city?

Just taking in
the sights.

Any sight in particular?

Well, actually, there is
a property on south Raven.

The old Railroad Station?

Yes, I noticed
it's abandoned.

And marked for historic
designation, that's right.

I have visions of turning it
into an asset for this city,
Ms. Gates.

Jobs, businesses,
more tax revenue.

Which means programs for
children like your son.

We go before the City Council
in two weeks

and I'd like your support.

And of course
Alan will make sure

you get all the credit
with the business community.

It's interesting,
Mr. Schaefer, because
I have a vision, too.

Of a community center
with a women's shelter,

youth activities,
meeting halls.

That's an expensive vision.

Yes, it is.

But if someone made sure
that we got
a community center,

I think we could have
a meeting of the minds.

Elizabeth, hold on.
ALAN: It's all right.

Let me talk to my people.

See what I can do.

I like a politician
with backbone.

Thank you for your time.

You're welcome.

Always nice
to see you, Susan.

Help yourself
to the chocolate.

SUSAN: Goodbye, Alan.

Thank you.

MARGUERITE:
Tonight, Marguerite will
make her spaghetti, si?

ELIZABETH:
Hi, everyone! Hello.

Guess who I met today?

Who?
Well, guess.

He's really famous.

Tom Cruise.

Come on, Mom.

Okay, uh,
Magic Johnson?

No.

Uh, Wayne Gretzky?

No.

This pan will
be better.

Keep guessing.
Mmm.

Thank you.
Come on, Mom, guess.

Okay, uh...
Let me think.

Um. Oh, darn, I wanted
minced tomatoes.

Oh, forget it.

Well, I'm sorry,
I'm trying to
make dinner.

Fine, then make dinner.

Okay.

I'll stop.

I'm all yours.

I called you before.

Michael said you were
in some meeting.

Now I'm trying to tell you
and you won't even listen.

I'm sorry.

I know things have been crazy
with work and the campaign.

Yeah, right,
the campaign.

The campaign
is very important.

It's a chance for me
to do some good things.

Some very good things
for a lot of people.

After the election,
things will change.

I promise.

So tell me,
who'd you
meet today?

I have to finish
my homework.

(SIGHS)

Hey, I signed you up
for little league.

Great, thanks.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(DOG BARKING)

(SHOUTS)

You're the man
from the paper, right?

Yeah, Frank Mallory.
I'm sorry I'm late.

No need to be sorry.
I knew you'd get here.

Please, please.

Sorry about the mess.

Oh, no. That's...
That's fine.

I, uh, understand
that your real name
is Robert George.

People called me that
a long time ago.
Now I'm just Santa.

Ha.
Cookies and fudge?

No. Thank you.
Maybe a glass of milk?

(CHUCKLES)
No. Thank you.

So, Santa, is this
just a hobby of yours,

or are you trying
to promote something?

Oh, no, it's not a hobby,
not at all. It's my life.

And, yes,
I am promoting something.

The spirit of Christmas.

Oh. In the summer?

Love isn't needed
just one day a year,
Mr. Mallory.

Although some people
act like it is.

Could I borrow a finger?

Excuse me?

Oh!

Attaboy.

You wear that suit
all year round?

No, I've got two others
at the cleaners.

So what brought you here?
Or do you just move around
every year?

No, I've decided to stop
moving around,
that's the whole point.

I'm finally opening
"Santa's Dream World."

"Santa's Dream World."

You see, everywhere I go
children are thrilled
to see Santa.

But wouldn't it be wonderful
if they could see Santa
any time they wanted?

Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm.

You see, Mr. Mallory,

some children can't wait
until December

to get a little Christmas.

You think I'm a goofy old man
caught up in a legend,
don't you?

It's all right,
Mr. Mallory.

The children know.

And that's what matters.

What's that?
For you.

Thank you.

(HORN HONKING)

(SANTA LAUGHING)

SANTA: Good morning!

I found it.

Okay. Bye.

See, there he is.
I told you.

Yes, you did.
Told her what?

That I met
Santa yesterday.

Oh, how was
the North Pole?

It's the real
Santa Claus, Mom.

That's what I was trying
to tell you last night.

He lives a few blocks away
in this really neat house.

With reindeers
and a sleigh.

How long were you
with him?

A couple hours.

Let's go, Mom.
Tommy.

Last day of school.

We have to talk about this.

(HORNS HONKING)

Stay right there, kids,
stay right there.

Stay right there.
Hold on, hold on.

Hold it!

Stay right there.
Santa is coming.

Are you kids lost?

Yes.
Where's your mommy?

Mom.
Really?

Well, why don't we go
look for her, okay?

Hold my hand,
and away we go.

All right.
(HORN HONKING)

Hold it!
Don't, don't you dare.
MAN: I'm coming through.

Oh, there she is.
Hello, mommy.

Oh, thank you, Santa.
You're very,
very welcome.

(HORN HONKING)
All right, hold it, hold it!

Stay right there.

All right, here we go,
here we go. Here we go.

Santa, Santa can you
sign this for my kids?

Well, they're getting
kind of upset here.

Please, for the kids.
I mean, they'll really
get a kick out of it.

All right, all right,
all right, okay.

MAN: It's the real Santa!

(HORNS HONKING)
(PEOPLE YELLING )

Thanks a lot.

And what is your name?

SANTA: I can't sign
too many of these.

Santa, I need you to
clear the street here,
all right?

Come on, folks,
help me out.

Now the police are
talking to him.
What a mess.

Hey, it's cool
having Santa in town.

Did Tommy tell you
we spent the
afternoon with him?

Yes, he did.

We told him
what we wanted
for Christmas.

It was okay, Mrs. Gates.

Nothing bad happened.

She doesn't believe, huh?

No.

That's not true.
I believe in Santa Claus

and the Tooth Fairy
and everything else.

I just don't like it
when you go over
to a strange man's house

for the afternoon.

He's not
a strange man, Mom.

He's Santa.
BOYS: Yeah.

He wears
a Santa Claus outfit

in 80-degree weather
in the middle of June.

He's a strange man.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

I know, it's a mess.

What about
the voter lists?
(WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)

What about...
I can't hear you, Susan.

What?

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)
I... I'll call you back.

(CARS HONKING)

ELIZABETH: Stop!

Get back in the car
right now.

But we want to see Santa.

You do not get out
of the car in the middle
of the street, ever.

Now, move.

You don't believe me
that he's really Santa Claus,
do you?

Tommy, I believe
that if I'm any later
for my council meeting,

your mom's never
going to be Mayor.

I never wanted my mom
to be Mayor.

I want her to be there
when I get home from school.

That's what I asked Santa
for yesterday.

Come on, we're late.

SANTA: You're going to
have to wait a while.

Sorry, traffic was...
(PHONE RINGS)

I need your
approval on these.

Uh...
MICHAEL:
City Attorney's office.

(GROANS)
Hold on.

Are you in for Santa?

Me?

He wants to talk
to you, yes.

What do you think?
Uh, no.

I don't have time
for lunatics.

I'd hate to see
what's waiting for you
under the Christmas tree.

Mr. Claus?

SUSAN: Have you given
any more thought
to the railroad station?

ELIZABETH:
I want to see what he says.

But I can't just let him
tear it down.

I'm supposed
to be defending the city.

Now I'm considering
giving away one of its
landmarks for nothing?

I wouldn't push him
too hard,

or you're not gonna be
in a position to defend
much of anything.

I know this community.

People love
that old station.

They'll support me.

Elizabeth.

This is not just about
this election.

It's about the next step,
the assembly,

maybe the senate some day.

You've got
everything it takes,

but you don't know
the rough-and-tumble.

That's why you hired me.

And I'm telling you to
go along with Alan Schaefer,

unless you want to
stay a city attorney
all of your life.

(SIGHS)

I know, politics.

(HORNS HONKING)
(CHILDREN CLAMORING)

(EXPLOSION)
Whoa!

That's right,
it's definitely snow.

BOY: Come on.

Look over there.

BOY: Whoa!
Come here, Mom!

Santa? Can I go show her
your toy room?

Of course. You know
where it is.

Thanks.
Have fun.

Just look at this.

Someone changes a baby
in the driveway

and tosses this
on the grass.

It won't do any good
to throw it in there.

The trash truck
can't get through.

If it's like this now,

just imagine
December.

(GROANS)

CHILDREN: Oh!

(HORN HONKING)

Mr. Mallory, people read
your article, and look.

To think I've been
squirreled away

on politics
all these years.

(LAUGHING)

I'm supposed to do
a follow-up story.

You have
a few minutes?
Of course.

Oh-oh-oh-oh.

Enjoy yourselves.

I will be right back.

I'll be right back.

(SNOW EXPLOSION)

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

I found those scrapbooks
I was looking for.

Well...

This is you.

With Ike.

And Kennedy.

SANTA: Oh, yes.
Great guys, both of them.

And so was Mr. Nixon.

And that Mr. Carter.

He's still doing
good things.

Elvis?

A nicer man
you'll never met.

(CHUCKLES)

You were big.

I still am.

(LAUGHING)

How long have you
been Santa, anyway?

Since you were a boy.

I had this longing,
you know the kind,

to contribute to this world.

That's why you became
a journalist, isn't it?

Well, that's how it
started out, anyway.

That's how it always
starts out, Mr. Mallory.

I was a barber in Nebraska.

A good barber.

But I couldn't see
how a closer shave

was going to make
much of a difference.

So I searched
for an answer.

I talked to people.

I prayed.

Then one night,
I had a vision.

I saw myself like this.

And I was bringing
sunshine and joy
to a little child.

And I was getting
as big a kick
out of it as he was.

And I knew my life
was meant to give joy
and hope to little children.

Next day,
I sold the barber shop.

My wife made me a red suit

and I've been traveling
around ever since.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I'll be right there.

You make yourself
at home, Mr. Mallory.

Can I borrow these for
a couple of days, Santa?

Be my guest.

MAN: There he is.
SANTA: Ho-ho-ho.

SUSAN: Where you going?

Home.

We're having dinner
with the head of
the teachers' union.

Susan, I can't.

I need to spend
time with Tommy.

Just put in
an appearance.

Fifteen minutes.
I'll cover the rest
of the way for you.

In fact, tell them you're
leaving to be with your kid.

It will impress them.

Elizabeth,
it's important.

All right, 15 minutes.

More beige chicken.

Oh! Mrs. Gates.

Welcome home.
Hi, Margaret.
Any messages?

Si, ten. All from Santa.

He's calling here?

He sounds very nice.

Mmm.

Hi, Mom. Bye.

Where you going?

To see Santa.

I told you, I don't
like you going over
to a stranger's house.

You watch too much TV.

He's Santa. He's not
going to hurt anyone.

You don't know that.

Why don't you and I go out
for some ice cream?

Just you and me, kid.

I already had dinner
and dessert.

Mmm. I'm sorry.
I wanted to
be home earlier.

Why don't you go over
and meet him yourself?

He's great.

Not tonight.

Why?

(EXHALES)
I don't know.

We'll... We'll see.

That means no.

Look, I'll
think about it.

I really will.
But in the meantime,

I don't want you
over there, okay?

Just to put
my mind at ease.

Okay.

Sometimes I wish
I had two parents.

I know. So do I.

Elizabeth Gates,
running for Mayor.

Nice to meet you.
Love that tie.

(CROWD MURMURING)

MAN: We just want
to be heard!

What's going on?

Santa's unhappy
neighbors.

Excuse me.
MAN: Hey, hey!

Excuse me!

(CROWD CLAMORING)

Quiet down!

(CLAMOR CONTINUES)

(YELLS) Quiet!

Thank you.

Now, what is the problem?

(CROWD CLAMORING)

Quiet, quiet!

One at a time.

The problem
is our new neighbor.

Now, I'm a tolerant man,
Miss Gates.

I've lived there
for 20 years

and I've seen all sorts
of people come and go.

Hippies, yuppies,
you name it.

But this Santa Claus fellow,
he is destroying
the neighborhood.

Yes, yes.
Here.

See for yourself.

I've documented every day.

I know he's
a little crazy.

Crazy?

Crazy I could live with.

But reindeer
in my garbage?

That I can't live with.

WOMAN: Miss Gates?

I'm Madeline Perry,
Lester's mom.

Oh, hi.

It's nice to
finally meet you.

I don't know how you feel
about Tommy seeing this man,

but it's getting
dangerous out there.

A woman almost ran over
the Nordstrom twins,

because she wasn't
watching the road.

WOMAN: All that noise.

The motors grinding
and the Christmas songs

keep playing over and over.

And that poofer thing

exploding snow
all over.

You have every right
to be upset.

And we want you
to put a stop to it.
ALL: Yes, yes.

Now, here's a petition
with over 200 names on it.

Everybody agreeing that he's
a menace to the neighborhood.

Have you tried
talking to him?

Maybe a committee
of neighbors
could visit him

and work out an agreement?

(SCOFFS)
Why should we?

That's what we pay
taxes for, isn't it?

So that public officials
will do something?

I'll take care of it.

You will?
Yes.

You'll get your
peace and quiet.

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

(SNOW EXPLOSION)
KIDS: Whoa!

HENRY: Miss Gates?

I have another
tape for you.

Wonderful, thank you.

And they're blocking
my driveway again.

Let's get it towed.

Okay?

Let me guess.
The Grinch
who stole Christmas.

You know, this
surprises me, Mallory.

I didn't actually think
people read your newspaper.

Oh, he's a descent guy,
Counselor.

He's not hurting anyone.

He's disturbing
the neighborhood

and engaging in business
in a residential area.

What business?
He accepts
donations for toys.

He gives it away
to hospitals.

If he's taking money,
he's running a business.

Bye, Santa.
Goodbye, kids,
and thanks for coming.

You came.
I knew it.

Mr. George, I'm sorry,
but you are disturbing
your neighbors

and violating all kinds of
safety and traffic codes.

I know you mean well.
But I have to ask you

to stop your activities
or move elsewhere.

This is a list
of the violations.

The Marshals will be glad
to go over them with you.

Don't go, please!

I met Tommy.

Miss Gates.
Miss Gates.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

MAN: Are you trying to
drum up community support,
Miss Gates?

Any comment?

REPORTER 1:
What do you say
to the children?

REPORTER 2: Did this order
come from the Mayor?

Miss Gates, would you like
to comment on this?

I can't believe it.

My mother shut down
Santa Claus.

REPORTER 3:
Miss Gates, how will this
affect you at the polls?

Ms. Gates...
Ms. Gates...

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

CROWD: (CHANTING)
We love Santa!
We love Santa!

We love Santa!

We love Santa!

We love Santa!

We love Santa!

We love Santa!

We love Santa!

We love Santa!

We love Santa!

(PHONE RINGS)

Would you like to speak
with CBS News?

No.

You shut down Santa Claus.

You didn't try
to stop me.

I thought you would send
somebody else out there.

I didn't think you would
shut him down yourself
on camera,

in front of
kids and reindeer.

So, Madam Campaign Advisor,
what now?

Give Alan Schaefer
the railroad station
free and clear.

No way, Susan.

I want that
community center.

Face facts, Elizabeth.

Your negotiating position
just weakened considerably.

(SIGHS)

I'll get on it.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Do you want to see
Frank Mallory?

Of course not.

MALLORY: (ON INTERCOM)
One question.

One question.

Dinner tonight,
you and me?

No.

Thank you very much.

I'm offering you the chance
to set the record straight.

No, you're not.

You're looking
to feed the sharks.

(GASPS)

Is my reputation
really that bad?

Yes, and that's
two questions.

Well, with all due respect,
Counselor,

you are a politician
in the middle of a campaign

with egg on her face
and I'm offering you
the chance

to get it off.

Well now, you're a person
of considerable charm.

Maybe you can win me over.

All right.
8:30, Giorgio's.

Thank you.

I can handle him.

You must be Marguerite,
we spoke on the phone.

Yes, I recognize the voice.

Hey, it's Santa.
Hi, Tommy.

I'm sorry about my mom.

I'm so ashamed of her.

Don't say that.
She has a job to do
and she's doing her best.

No, she not. She's awful.

Tommy, I got a cartload
of presents

to deliver
to a retirement home.

How'd you like to come along
as Santa's helper?

Sure!

You know
what your mother said.

SANTA: Now, Marguerite.

I'm sure there is some way
we can work this out.

CROWD:
Marguerite, Marguerite!
Hola, Marguerite!

Hello, Santa!

Santa!

Marguerite!

Hasta la vista!

ELIZABETH:
It was one of
those situations

where I really
didn't have a choice.

I hope I still have
your support.

Oh, thanks.

Bye-bye.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

ELIZABETH: Hey!

Where have you been?
I'm making your favorites.

We went
to the retirement home.

ELIZABETH: What?

Yeah, Santa took us.

He came by
and invited me.

I was with him
every minute, Miss Gates.

He's very nice.

He had no right.

I told you to stay away
from him.

That's not true.

You said I couldn't
go over to his house.

Don't play lawyer
with me, Tommy.

I told you to keep away
from him, period.

You completely
ignored me.

What's the big deal?

He asked me to go.

And Marguerite
came along.

The big deal
is my career.

Can you imagine
how embarrassing
it would be

if a reporter
saw you with him?

They'd eat me alive.

I want to see Santa.

Well, you can't.

And put your bike away.

You left it
on the front lawn.

It's my fault, Miss Gates.

I should not have
given him permission.

Tommy, I'm sorry
I got angry.

It's just...

It puts me in a...

Uh, an awkward position.

With the campaign
and all, you know?

He may look
like a nice man,

but sometimes things
are more complicated
than they seem.

I came home early
to shoot some baskets
with you.

Want to play?

(SIGHS)

No, thanks.

Oh, come on.
Are you sure?

(SIGHS)

I'll finish making
your dinner.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

Can I help you?

I'm Deborah, Santa,
and this is Rebecca.

Well, hello, Rebecca.
What a lovely surprise.

Oh, and what is that?

Oh, my gosh,
look what I found.

We heard you visited
the hospital this afternoon.

We brought Rebecca home
before you came.

She really wanted
to meet you.

I don't know where
she got the strength
to make it out here.

I'm sorry.

Santa's not allowed
to have any visitors.

Oh.

But...

They didn't say anything
about royalty.

Please come in,
Princess Rebecca.

(LAUGHS)

If we don't
put a stop to it
right now,

it'll never stop.

Oh, my gosh,
I wonder what's in there.

Uh-oh,
here it comes.

Oh.
DEBORAH: Oh!

Gosh.

Oh!

(LAUGHS)
Isn't she pretty?

What do you say,
sweetie?

Thank you, Santa.

Oh, you're very welcome,
Rebecca.

REBECCA: Her name's Christina.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Oh, my gosh.
Come in!

You've already
chosen her name.

I think
that's wonderful.

You are something else.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(PHONE RINGS)

(SIGHS)

Hello?

Yes, it is, but I was
just going out the...

I'll be right there.

Thank you.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yeah?

(OVER PHONE)
Frank, it's Turner.

I'm down
at the police station.

It seems they, uh,
booked your boy, Santa
for an ordinance violation.

But wait till you hear
who's bailing him out.

I'm Elizabeth Gates.

I'm here regarding
Robert George.

OFFICER: Would you
fill this out, please?

OFFICER:
And I need your signature
on the bottom here.

Thank you.

Let's go, Dad.

Would you like
some cocoa?

You always liked cocoa.

No, thanks.

Goodnight, Lizzie.

Goodnight.

(GNOME SQUEALS)

(BELLS TINKLE)

(DOOR SLAMS)

Why are you doing this?

We had an agreement.

I was hoping things
had changed.

Well, they haven't.

How could they?
Look at you.

I wasn't the world's
best father, I know that.

But I want to
make it up to you.

I want to spend time
with my grandson.

Why?
So you can let him down

the same way
you let me down?

The way you let mom down?

You make me sound
like a criminal.

I was making people happy.

What about your daughter?
What about your wife?

What about
making them happy?

But then, they couldn't
get you a meeting
at the White House.

You know that
never mattered.

Just leave us alone,
please.

Lizzie, can't we
start over?

No, it's too late.

I want to spend time
with Tommy.

Not as Santa,
you won't.

(BELLS TINKLE)

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

Here. You move them
with this.

Okay. Oh!
Good, good.

Watch out,
watch out for that.
All right.

Uh-oh!

Is your mom
any good at this?

Nah, she stinks.
Hah!

She never practices.

Well, she gets busy.

Mmm-hmm.
I should know.

Aah!

Now, what about your dad?
Is he any good at this?

I don't know,
I never met him.

Oh.

Sorry.

That's all right.

My mom say we're
a real modern family.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Marguerite.

Miss Gates.

(SIGHS)

Is Tommy asleep?

He's in the living room
playing Nintendo
with your date.

Mallory.

MALLORY: Jump.

TOMMY: Jump, jump.

Now go, go...

Hi, Mom.
Hey, Mom.

Hey, guys.
Time for bed, Tommy.

Go get changed
and then I'll
tuck you in.

Is Santa still
off-limits?

Yes.

Then I'll
tuck myself in.

Goodnight, Frank.
Goodnight, Tommy.
Thanks for the game.

You're welcome.

I am so sorry.

Something came up
and I meant to call.

That's all right.

Bailing a parent out of jail
can be a little distracting.

How did you find out?

Our police reporter.

What now?

Well, I'm still hungry.
Um...

What's open this late?

Well, I know
a good place.

If you could stand
the atmosphere.

I didn't know you worked
at the New York Times.

FRANK: Twice, fired.

Twice, for insulting
my editors.

So, where does
the "Gates" come from?

My mother's maiden name.

How old were you
when she died?

Fifteen.

It must have been hard.

It was hard.

But I had reindeer and
a Christmas-wrapped house

to come home to.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm sorry.

No, go ahead.

I know, it's funny.

Even my therapists
couldn't help themselves.

One of them asked me,

was there any way
I could get his daughter

a cabbage-patch doll?

(CHUCKLES)

You can't imagine
what it was like
having him as a father.

(DOORBELL CHIMING)

ELIZABETH:
Santa, telling your date
to get you home early.

SANTA: Just a minute!

Young man, I want
my daughter home by 11:00.

Have a nice evening.

(LAUGHING)

* Holy, holy...

ELIZABETH: Little things,
like going to church
were unbearable.

* Merciful and mighty

* God in...

ELIZABETH: Or just going out
to a restaurant.

Maria Juarez.

Now, that is a lovely name
for a lovely little girl.

Thank you.
You're very welcome.
Now...

One of the worst times
was in my sophomore year.

I was captain
of the debate team

and we made it
to the state finals.

They flew us to the capital.

I had just argued
the morality
of the Vietnam War.

I was spectacular,
and I won it for us.

I remember thinking,
"This is what I was
meant to be.

"An advocate, a legislator."

And then, Santa arrived.

"Hey, Lizzie!"
SANTA: Hey, Lizzie!

"That's my daughter."
That's my daughter.

"That's my little elf."
That's my little elf.

(LAUGHING)

MAN: That's Santa!

(LAUGHTER CONTINUES)

I am so proud
of you, kid.

I love you, kid.

Oh, hello. How are you?
Hi, how are you?

Hi, have you been
a good girl?

Then came the final straw.

When my mother died.

She was in the hospital
with cancer.

And I was at home
when the nurse called
and said

she'd just died

alone in her room.

They couldn't find
my father.

I found him.

He was three flights down,

playing Santa to kids
in the children's ward.

(HUFFS)

Well, when were you going to
tell all this to Tommy?

I don't know.

Because, you know,
I have to go
with this story.

I mean, I can, um...

I can put it off
for a few days

until you tell Tommy,
but no longer.

You'd do that?

The vulture who's looking
to turn his career around?

You trying to talk me
out of it?

Thank you.

Hey! Don't get
sentimental on me.

Mangia! Mangia!

Morning.

Oh...

My, haven't we
been busy.

Do you like them?

They're lovely.
Thank you.

I came to take you
for a little drive.

Susan's cleared
the rest of your calendar.

Restaurants,
shops, theaters.

Hundreds, maybe even
thousands of jobs.

CEOs and
general managers

from the businesses
we've lined up.

They want to meet you.

What about
the community center?

Well, people were
generally receptive.

I think in five years
you'll have it.

Three, and I want it
guaranteed.

You know, those suit coats

can get really uncomfortable
in the hot sun.

I know your situation,
Miss Gates.

I know you're not
in a position
to demand anything.

Not if you want
to be mayor.

And I know I can cost you
a lot of time.

And your
locker room buddies

won't come trotting out
quite so fast

the next time
you give them a call.

Look,

you and I, our politics
are as different
as night and day.

But I can help you
out of a jam.

You get a bigger office,
I get my project.

And what about
the community center?

I'll do what I can.

You have my word.

I guess that'll have to do.

Gentlemen, I'd like you
to meet a future governor
of this state.

If the senate doesn't
snap her up first.

Hi!
Welcome aboard.
It's nice to meet you.

SANTA:
I have storage costs now.

I have zoo fees
for my reindeer,

and no income
except my social security.

And you also have no skills.

I am very good
with children.

But you're not credentialed.

No, I'm not.

I may have
something for you.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello, Greendale Travel,
Mr. Claus speaking.

How may I help you?

Rome? Yes!

A very lovely city,
especially this time
of the year.

How many in your party,
Mrs., uh, Miller?

Really? Five children.

That is wonderful.
But that's going to be
very expensive.

Oh, yes, I would wait
for the rates to go down.

Best thing to do is
save that family nest egg
and stay right here.

Camp out, go to
the children's museum,
the zoo.

There is so much to see
in your own backyard.

WOMAN: That's it.

Would you like
a toy with that?

But I didn't order
a kid's meal.

We won't worry about that.

Thanks, Santa.

It'll probably break.
Have another.

Thanks, Santa.

(SIGHS)

That was our last shot.

But I need
a regular job.

I want to be
near my grandson.

And I would love to help,
but we've struck out.

And you're not qualified
for anything.

Actually, there is
one thing.

Should we be
looking for him

after what
your mom said?

I'm worried.

He hasn't been home
in days

and we can't
find him anywhere.

Look!

Great, he's okay.

I know I should have
told you before.

Oh. (SIGHS)
Too defensive.

(DOOR OPENS)

Tommy?

Hi.

We need to talk.

I know.

You know?

We've been
fighting a lot lately.

And I just wanted to say
that I'm sorry.

That I haven't been
more understanding.

Thank you, sweetheart.

Yeah.

Got you this.
Oh.

I've hated
the last few days, too.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Did you get a haircut?
(LAUGHS)

Yeah.
Yeah, you got a haircut.

Yeah.

Aren't you
going to open it?

A basketball!

All right!

Do you want
to go play?

Actually, uh, I wanted to
talk about something first.

Sure.

It can wait.

Come on.

Oh, he's making
his move.

But she's going to
hang in there.

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, yes!

Get off my back, buddy.

All right,
I'm going to...

Oh! Oh! Shoot!

Oh, oh, oh, oh,
what a move,
what a move.

I'm stunned.

I'm knocked out.

Gosh, you're giving me
a lesson.

Oh, was that
fabulous?

Oh!

Oh, yes!

Yes! Yeah!

Ah!

ELIZABETH: (GROANS) Oh.

My body's too old
for basketball.

I'll be the judge
of that.

Oh.

So what did he say?

(SIGHS) Who?

Tommy, about your father.

I didn't tell him.

(SLAPS)
Ouch.

(SIGHS)
I know.

It's just...
It's the first time
in weeks

we've been
getting along.

(SIGHS) It's going
to come out, Elizabeth.

If not from me,
then someone else.

And then I've got
a really big problem,

because I like you
and I like Tommy,

but I also like my job.

(SIGHS)

What if I gave you
something else?

I thought we were going to
keep those two separate.

I'm talking about
a story.

About a greedy developer

who wants to tear down
the old railroad station

and who's going all out

to make sure it gets done
before anyone can stop it.

It could buy you
an extra day.

Two days.
One.

Or you're
the headline tomorrow.

(SIGHS)

Okay, one day.

So are we done
with business now?

I think so.

Are we going to negotiate
about this, too?

Probably.

Oh.
Mmm.

Frank?
Yeah?

Oh, what took us so long?

Why, have you been
thinking about this
for a while?

Mmm, two or three years.
Oh, you coward.

How long have you been
thinking about it?

Four or five.
(LAUGHS)

Weeks.

Liar.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I know.
I saw it, too.

Kind of kills Schaefer's
project, doesn't it?

Before, his big hope
was surprise,

get it through
before opposition rallies.

Now, I'll bet we've got,

what, 20 calls against
tearing the station down.

Maybe we can turn a negative
into a positive.

If you can bring this home
for him,

Schaefer will be
very grateful.

MICHAEL:
City Attorney's office.

I've got to have it
on my terms.

I still want...

Mr. Robert George.
He says you know him.

Tell him I'm busy.

Elizabeth, you are playing
with fire.

He says to tell you
that's the name

he'll be using
from now on.

Could we talk
about this later?
I'll take it.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Come in, please.

Where is everything?

In the garage, storage.

Sit down.

Being Santa Claus kept me
from my daughter
and my grandson,

so I'm giving it up.

You can't give it up.

It's in your blood.

You're in my blood, too.

I took a job
at a barber shop.

I think I know one
of your first customers.

Now, don't hold it
against him.

He saw me in the shop.

I appreciate
the gesture, Dad.

It's just a little late.

I could have used this kind
of concern 20 years ago.

I had the concern, Lizzie.

I just didn't know
how to raise a teenage girl.

It was my whole life, Dad.

I made mistakes,
I know that.

Give an old man a chance.

You hurt me
so many times.

You just weren't
there for me.

And you were there
for everyone else.

That's all going to change,
I promise.

Look.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Excuse me.

Santa.

Santa's not here anymore.

Sir, we've been living
on the streets now
for about eight months.

My kids haven't had
something to smile about
for a long, long time.

If we could just have
a few minutes
of your time.

Please.

It's not as easy
as you thought, is it?

Excuse me.

Hi.

Hi, Mom.

You got a minute?

Sure.

Am I in trouble?

No, not this time.

Tommy, you're clear
about your father, right?

I loved him.

I wanted to marry him.

But marriage
wasn't for him.

So, eventually he left.

Just you and me, kid.

And you know how
I've always said

that we don't have
any relatives,

I'm an only child,
and my parents are dead?

Yeah.

Well, that's not
completely true.

My father is alive.

I have a grandfather?

Yes.

How come
you never told me?

Because I didn't want him
in my life

and it was easier
to say that he was dead.

You lied to me.

(SIGHS) I was trying
to protect you.

I should have
told you before,
I know that.

But it's so complicated
and hard to understand.

What's he like?

Actually,
you've met him.

I have?

Mmm-hmm.

Who is he?

The man you think is Santa.

Santa Claus is
my grandfather?

Not Santa Claus,

the guy who dresses up
like Santa Claus.

Wow!

Santa Claus is
my grandfather!

He's not Santa Claus!

Yes, he is.

You should see him.
He's Santa Claus.

I want to tell Lester.
We've got to go
over there.

No, Tommy,
you're not going.

But, Mom,
he's my grandpa.

And he's my father,
and I know what he's like.

He's charming
and he's fun

and he'll disappoint you
every single time.

You'll have a birthday party
or a game or a graduation,

and he won't show up.

Yes, he will.
And when he does show up,

he gets
all the attention.

Everything becomes
about Santa, never you.

You'll get very hurt,
the way I did.

I want to see him.

I want to see
my grandpa.

I understand.

But you can't.

Miss Gates, quick!
You have to see this.

NEWS REPORTER:
The details in this story
just will not end.

Now it seems,
the local Santa here

is father to more than
just Christmas.

According to documents
recently obtained,

the Santa
cited for disturbing
this local neighborhood

is none other than
the father

of the city attorney
who shut him down.

Oh, it may not be
as hard-hearted

as it all sounds, though.

Several days ago,
when Santa was arrested
for violating the order,

his daughter,
our own city attorney,
Elizabeth Gates

posted his bail,

after she put him there
in the first place.

So, bah, humbug,
Ms. Scrooge!

And we'll continue
to follow this story...

You put my grandfather
in jail?

I hate you.

(DOOR SLAMS)

SUSAN:
Is there anything else
I should know?

Did you work
for the K.G.B.?

Was your mother
an ax-murderer?

I wish you had
told me about this.

We could have gone
proactive on damage control.

Mallory is in
with his editor.

Probably getting fired.

Keep calling,
say it's important.

I can't believe this.

Not only did you put
Santa Claus in jail,

but you publicly did in
your own father.

Hey, sell your kid
to the slave trade

and we can cover
all the bases.

You know,
you're not being helpful.

All right.

First thing we do is
push up the council hearing
on the railroad station.

More bad publicity?

That's the last thing
we should do.

We're in free fall
right now.

To get you back
in a good light

you're going to have
to pay, big time.

For starters,
that means you're going

to the fund-raising luncheon
with Schaefer today.

You need a wealthy friend
who can buy you

a lot
of positive publicity.

So go on upstairs,

get your war paint on,
and hurry.

Michael,
keep calling Mallory.

(KNOCKING)

Why is Santa's house
for rent?

We got to tell Tommy.

Hello!

Hey.
Where you going?

I'm not sure.

Somewhere.

I have messed things up
for Lizzie since I got here.

She'll be happier
when I'm gone.

That's what Santa does,
he makes people happy, huh?

Why'd you call me?

This is the money I raised
for Santa's Dream World.

I've no use for it now.

Make sure it goes
to a good place.

I'm sorry.

Some dreams can't come true,
Mr. Mallory,

no matter how much we hope.

I have to ask
you something.

What happened the night
that your wife died?

So do you really think
he'll let you live with him?

Of course.
He's my grandfather.

That's so cool.

He's moving.

Who?

Santa!
Santa!

He's packing up.

He can't leave!

My mom must have
told him

to leave town
or she'd put him in jail.

We've got to stop him.

But your mom
will go ballistic.

Who cares?

He's not just Santa,
he's my grandpa.

Perfect.

And my tail is
between my legs.

You'll get your
shelter next time.

Right now we
need to make sure
there is a next time.

So just keep moving
and do not answer
any questions.

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

Bundle up.
It's cold out there.

All right. We're going
to surround the house.

And no matter what,

even if they
try to arrest us

we don't give up, okay?
ALL: Yeah!

We don't go home
until they say
Santa can stay.

Let's go!

Hurry up, guys!

(HORN HONKING)

(TOMMY SCREAMING)

WOMAN: (OVER PA)
Dr. Phelps, 4721.

Dr. Phelps, 4721.

Oh, Miss Gates.

Where is he?

Intensive care.

How did this happen?
You were supposed
to be watching him.

He climbed
out his window.

The boys say
he was going to

help his grandfather.

You should have
been watching him!

I think we'll need
some coffee.

Marguerite, would you
give me a hand, please?

(SOFTLY) Yes.

Miss Gates?
Yes.

I'm Dr. Nichols.

What's going on?

Right now we're setting
his broken arm,

but he did experience
a head injury.

It might be a concussion,
I don't know.

We're running tests
to assess the trauma.

Can I see him?

Not now, the nurse...
Doctor?

That's my baby
in there.

When the nurses finish up
you can go in.

Elizabeth?

(SOBS)

How is he?

They don't know.

He was trying
to see Santa.

From the moment
he showed up,

that man has been
at the bottom of everything
that's gone wrong around here.

I don't think you can blame
your dad for this.

It never
would've happened

if he hadn't tried
to get back into my life.

I don't know, maybe you
shouldn't have tried

to keep Tommy away
from his grandfather.

Frank, he was
a lousy father,

and a lousy husband.

And he would make
a lousy grandfather.

You know, I talked to
your father today
about your mother.

And he said that
the doctors

made him leave
the hospital that night,

because he hadn't
slept in days

and they promised him
that your mother

would be okay
in the morning.

But he didn't want
to leave her,

so he went downstairs
to be with the kids.

He just wanted
some company.

And you believe him?

Yes.

Yes, I believe him.

Miss Gates,
you can go in now.

(SIGHS)

Hi, pal.

I always told you
to watch out for cars,
you know.

You're going to be okay.

You'll see.

Just you and me, kid.

I love you so much.

You admitted a little boy
to emergency,

name's Gates,
Tommy Gates.

He's been moved
to intensive care.

Where is that?

Oh, I'm sorry,
only family is allowed.

I am family.

I mean blood relatives.

I am a blood relative.

Why don't you
take a seat over there

and I'll send someone
over to meet you?

I've got someone dressed here
like Santa.

Would you see
if he's supposed
to be here?

(SIGHS) Send security.

WOMAN: (OVER PA)
Security, 12th floor.

MAN: Sir, excuse me, sir...

SANTA:
I need to get in there.

What's going on?

Oh, some guy
in a Santa suit.

SANTA:
I'm telling you the truth.
Now take your hands off me.

Sir, we have to
ask you to leave.

This area is
for families only.

I am family.

Lizzie.

Lizzie, how's Tommy?

Ma'am, do you know
this gentleman?

Come on in, Dad.

(EXHALES)

Don't you ever get hot
in that suit?

You're asking me now?

This suit is murder.

Now, my first suit,
your mother sewed for me.

She put in all those
little vents here and there.

Fit like a dream.

What did mom really think
about it?

About what?

You being Santa Claus.

She thought I was crazy,
just like you do.

(CHUCKLES)

I'll tell you something,
Lizzie.

The only thing better
than doing what you want
with your life

is knowing that somebody
loves you enough
to let you do it.

The only thing I ever wanted
was to be something
other than you.

And I failed.

I ended up just like you.

Devoting too many hours
to a dream and

my own child
waiting for me.

At least you were
making people happy.

Yes, I brought joy
to a lot of lives.

But I'll tell you
something, Lizzie.

I would trade it all
in a second

to have spent more time
with my daughter.

No change.

(SIGHS)

ELIZABETH:
Why don't you go and
get some rest?

I am not leaving.

Not this time.

Brought you some breakfast
just the way
you like it, hmm?

I have to cover
the council
meeting today.

Your boy, Schaefer?

I'll be back
when it's over.

So you still
have your job?

Mmm, hard to tell.

For the time being.

I'm sorry, Frank.

Ah, don't be.
Some things are more
important than a story.

You know, I wish I'd
learned that 20 years ago.

I would have won
a Pulitzer by now.

See you.

Thanks.
Sure.

NURSE:
Miss Gates?

I know this is
a difficult time.

We have some kids who heard
your father was here.

Well, they could use
some cheering up.

Let me talk to him.

SANTA:
Using a bat

made from a local
guava tree branch,

Roberto Clemente
began playing

the organized game
of baseball...

Dad?
With a neighborhood team...

Dad?

There are some children
in the hospital
who want to see you.

I'm sorry. I'm here
with my daughter
and my grandson.

Dad, go ahead.

If there's any change

I'll get you right away,
I promise.

Lizzie,
I can't leave.

I want you to go.

It's okay now.

You'll call me?

Absolutely.

Go.

They're waiting for you.

All right, then,
that's our deal.

You take care
of the leg

and I'll take
care of the truck.

Mmm-hmm.

Right? Easy
with the hand.

Okay, easy, easy. Okay.

Good, wonderful.

Easy. Easy.

Who's next?

ELIZABETH: I am.

I want my son back.

I don't have
that kind of power.

Yes, you do.

You're Santa.

You've given
so much to so many.

Can't I have some, too?

I could try.

But you have to
believe in Santa.

I don't know
if I can do that.

Does your son believe?

With all his heart.

Well, he had to get it
from somewhere.

I believe, I do.

Then you'll get your wish.

Elizabeth.
How are you
holding up?

Oh, I know this is
a terrible time.

I am so sorry.

I just need
five minutes.

You're right, it is
a terrible time.

I wrote a statement.
It just says you
support the project.

I need your signature.
This is it.

This is what we've
been working for.

I don't want to sign
anything now.

I don't want to think
about any project.

I just want to be
in there with my son.

Five minutes.

No!

MAN:
Somebody get Dr. Williams!

NURSE:
Miss Gates!

Dr. Williams,
come here!

Miss Gates,
Miss Gates! Hurry!

Am I in trouble?

Tommy!

Thank God!

Oh!

Would you get
my father, please?

Is he okay,
is he out of danger?

Everything is perfect.

He probably didn't even
have a headache.

I'm hungry.
Oh...

DOCTOR:
Whatever you want.

I'm gonna keep him here for
another day or so
just to be sure.

But all his vital signs
are good.

You did it.
No, you did it.

Oh.

Tommy, this is
your grandfather.

I believe we've met.

Doctor,
thank you so much.

You know,
I don't think medicine
had much to do with this one.

(LAUGHS)

Santa?
Mmm.

I have a question.

Sure.

You're my grandfather.

And Lester wants to know
if that makes me an elf

or just a helper.

It makes you
my daughter's son.

And there's no higher honor
I can think of.

Now you got to
get some rest.

Don't go.

You heard the doctor.

You've got to rest.

I'll see you again.

Where's he going?

I don't know.

Dad?

Dad, what's going on?

Now that Tommy's all right,
I think I'll be leaving.

What are you talking about?
Leaving town?

I just cause problems.

You're in the middle
of your campaign.

To hell with the campaign.

Don't say that.

Listen, you have a wonderful
career in front of you

that you've worked
very hard for.

I don't want to interfere
with that.

I am so proud of you.

Where will you go?

Back to Nebraska.

Maybe I'll open
my dream world there.

I can't bail you out
in Nebraska.

Don't worry about me.

I've got my daughter back.

Santa?

Thanks for my gift.

I love you, kid.

It figures.

You leave and we get
North Pole weather.

The car can't make it
that far, huh?

Afraid not.

I prefer the train,
anyhow.

Get to see more of
the country that way.

Drive safely.

I'll see you
on Thursday.

Call if you need
the sleigh.

Okay.

(HONKING)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Hey, Santa, where you going?

Home, to Nebraska.

I've decided to
pull up stakes here.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Look, no hard feelings about
the arrest, huh?

No hard feelings.

Hey, can we
drop you somewhere?

I don't want to impose.

(CHUCKLES)
What, are you kidding?

It would get my kids
off my back
for us running you in.

Afraid you've
made a mistake.

This is the old station.

I need the new
station downtown.

No, we're in
the right place.

(JOVIAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(CROWD CLAPPING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

Welcome to
Santa's Dream World.

But how?

The city council voted
to make this
Santa's permanent home.

It's a non-profit,
public structure

open 365 days a year
to children of all ages.

You should have seen
your daughter.

Those developers
didn't stand a chance.

And I got it
all right here.

(LAUGHING)

You used your magic
for me.

I used my magic for you.

What about your campaign?

I'm still running,
just not as hard.

And with a lot less money.

We may still
have our fights, Dad,

but we're on
the same side now.

Please stay.

I would love to.

(CROWD CHEERING)

* Santa's staying and
we're so jolly

* Fa-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la

* Deck the halls
with boughs of holly

* Fa-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la

* Don we now our gay apparel

* Fa-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la

* Toll the ancient
yuletide carol

* Fa-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la *

MAN: Snow!

It's snowing.

It's a miracle!

Merry Christmas, Santa.

But it's June.

No, it's not.

It's Christmas.

Come here.

ALL:
* We wish you
a Merry Christmas

* We wish you
a Merry Christmas

* We wish you
a Merry Christmas

* And a happy new year