Original subtitles

♪ Santa's watching, Santa's waiting ♪

♪ Christmas Eve is slowly fading ♪

♪ Can you hear him in the night? ♪

♪ Close the door, turn out the light ♪

Man on radio: This is KSCZ Radio wishing you the joy of the season.

The weather looks good for Santa Claus tonight

with a full moon and a starry sky to help him find his way.

The temperature right now here in Bartlesville--

21 degrees. Ooh.

Well, let's listen to "Christmas Fever."

♪ What a night of cheer this is, how grand it is to feel so merry ♪

♪ Life is very gay when people catch the Christmas fever ♪

♪ How delightful on this eve ♪

♪ When saints and angels sing along ♪

♪ With holly hung just right and faces bright with Christmas fever ♪

♪ What a night of cheer this is, how grand it is to feel so merry ♪

♪ Life is very gay when people... ♪

Mom, what time is it?

It's almost 4:30, honey.

We're going to be at Grandpa's pretty soon.

- Mom? - Yes, Billy.

What time does Santa Claus come?

Not until everyone is asleep in bed, hon.

Can't I stay up and see him?

I wouldn't if I were you.

It's naughty to stay up past your bedtime.

Santa Claus doesn't bring presents to naughty children.

What if we don't get home by my bedtime?

We will, hon. Don't worry.

Santa Claus is going to bring you a big surprise tonight.

You just wait and see.

Man on radio: That was always one of my favorites.

Give us a call at KSCZ for something special we haven't played for you yet.

I've had your father brought to the recreation room.

Right this way.

Dad.

Can you hear me?

It's me, Dad, Jimmy.

Dad, it's Ellie.

We have Billy here and little Ricky, too.

Why doesn't Grandpa say something?

He doesn't hear us, honey.

He doesn't even know we're here.

Then what did we come for?

Billy, Shh.

He's gotten so much worse.

I have your father's records, Mr. Chapman.

We can review them in my office.

Wait right here, okay, honey?

Daddy and I are going to be right back.

Don't worry. Grandpa's not going to hurt you.

Grandpa?

- Mom. - Shh.

Quiet.

What do you want her for? She can't help you.

Nobody can.

You're scared, ain't you?

You should be.

Christmas Eve

is the scariest damn night of the year.

I'd be scared, too, if I was you.

You know what happens on Christmas Eve, don't you?

You know all about Santa Claus?

He brings presents to all good boys and girls.

Well, I'll tell you something--

Santa Claus only brings presents

to them that's been good all year.

To the ones that ain't done nothing naughty.

Naughty.

All the other ones,

all the naughty ones,

he punishes.

What about you, boy?

You been good all year?

If you see Santa Claus tonight,

you better run, boy.

You better run for your life!

- Time to go home, Billy.

Dad, we have to go now.

We'll come back and see you soon.

Come on, son.

I'll be good from now on, I promise.

Mommy, were you ever naughty when you were little?

Hmm, once or twice.

Did Santa Claus ever punish you?

Where did you get an idea like that, hon?

Grandpa.

Grandpa?

Grandpa said Santa Claus was going to punish me.

Do you think Dad could have talked to him?

I don't see why Billy would lie.

Maybe we ought to call Dr. Conway.

I don't want him to come. I'm scared.

- Of who, honey? - Santa Claus.

Honey, there's nothing to be scared of.

Grandpa said Santa Claus was going to punish me.

Billy, calm down.

Grandpa is nothing but a crazy old fool.

Mommy, you shouldn't have said that.

It's naughty to say bad things about old people.

Santa Claus will punish you.

Ho, ho, ho.

I don't get enough of this shit on the radio.

It has to come into my store now.

What's the matter, you don't like Santa Claus?

It's good for business, bad for my stomach.

A lot of phony sentiment, you know what I'm saying?

What charity are you with?

What the hell are you doing that for?

I'm holding you up, asshole.

- Put the money in the bag. - All right, all right.

So it's not all phony sentiment, is it?

A lot of it's genuine greed.

- All right, you!

31 bucks. Merry fucking Christmas.

Man on radio: Steve Carlson here at KLOX FM

where the temperature this Christmas Eve

is still holding in there at 21 degrees at 7:00.

Well, we hope Santa is dressed warm tonight, don't we?

♪ Santa's watching, Santa's waiting ♪

♪ Christmas Eve is slowly fading ♪

♪ Can't you hear him in the night... ♪

How's it going, hon?

Got a ways to go yet.

What's that?

Hmm?

I thought I saw something out there on the road.

There it is again. See?

Jim: There's something up there, all right.

Ellie: What would anybody be doing stopped out here in the middle of the--

- Do you see what I see? - He must be on his way to a party.

Do you think we should wake up Billy?

Santa Claus!

Jim: Looks like you get to see him tonight after all, Billy.

No, Daddy, I don't want to see him!

Keep going! Don't stop!

- Need a ride, Santa Claus? - Well, no, not exactly.

- What's the problem? - Oh, there's no problem.

It's just that I ran into a little bit of lousy luck.

Ellie: Oh.

Jim, go!

- Go!

Oh, no!

Never hit me!

Where are you, you little bastard?

♪ Sweet little baby ♪

♪ This pretty little baby ♪

♪ Sweet little baby ♪

♪ So, so sweet ♪

♪ Sweet little baby ♪

♪' Pretty baby ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪ - ♪ Sweet little baby ♪

All right, now, who's next?

Oh, yes. We haven't seen your drawing yet, have we?

Billy?

Billy, answer me.

Okay.

Let's go, Billy. Come on up here.

Put your drawing up on the board with the others.

You put it in place and I'll put the tape on it.

Sister, look.

Billy, take that down!

Young man, you go find Mother Superior

and you show her what you've done. March.

Explain this, William.

I'm sorry, Mother Superior.

Are you?

I don't think so.

But you will be.

You will learn what it is to be sorry.

- Now go to your room and stay there. - Yes, Mother Superior.

Until I tell you to come out.

Well, you finally have what you've been asking for, Mother Superior.

- Proof. - Of what, Sister Margaret?

What I've been saying.

That it's all still inside him.

All that terrible violence he saw.

His drawing clearly shows that.

I am not interested in what you think.

I thought you finally understood that.

Simply because something unfortunate happened to his parents,

which he knows nothing about,

is no reason to allow him to run wild.

He must be taught.

But the memory is still there,

Mother Superior, waiting to come out.

And if it does, and if he has received proper training,

he will know how to cope with it.

But if he keeps going on like this much longer,

it may be too late.

It seems to get worse for him every Christmas.

Well, it won't go on any longer.

I will take charge of that child personally.

He needs help, Mother Superior.

He'll get it.

Good day, Sister.

Good day, Mother Superior.

I think you've been locked away up here long enough.

Why don't you come out and help us build our snowman?

I can't.

Look, Billy,

Mother Superior only wants what's best for you.

And I think what's best for you

is to come out and play with the other children, okay?

- Hmm? - Yes, Sister.

Okay.

You filthy devil!

You'll pay for this.

Punishment.

You little devil, take your punishment.

- Devil!

- Woman: Sorry! Please, stop!

Mother Superior: Take it! Take it!

William!

Don't blame him, Mother Superior. I told him he could--

Stay out of this, Sister Margaret.

William, come here.

Billy, what's wrong?

Your brother's a nutcase, that's what's wrong.

No, he's not! Take it back!

Boys.

What did you see upstairs, William?

Nothing, Mother Superior.

Do you know what they were doing?

No, Mother Superior.

Good.

What they were doing was something very, very naughty.

They thought they could do it without being caught.

But when we do something naughty,

we are always caught.

And then we are punished.

Punishment is absolute.

Punishment is necessary.

- Punishment is good. - Yes, Mother Superior.

- You left your room, William. - Yes, Mother Superior.

Very, very naughty.

Now go to bed and stay there.

Please, let me up.

Sister Margaret.

- Let me up! - Leave him alone.

Please, let me up. Please, let me up.

Let me up, Sister Margaret.

Let me out of here!

Let me out. Let me out.

Please, let me out.

Sister Margaret.

Let me out of here! Please!

Ow.

Please, let me up, Sister Margaret.

I see nothing but greed when there should be gratitude.

What is it? Can I see it?

Are you ready to behave properly, William?

Yes, Mother Superior.

Good.

Go find your present.

You will have no more trouble with him.

You will see how well my methods work.

Of course he'll improve once Christmas is over.

He always does.

Well, it isn't over, Sister Margaret.

We still have our annual Christmas visit from Santa Claus.

William will sit on Santa Claus' lap and behave.

You'll see.

No! No! No!

- No! - Get him out of the way.

- No! - You will learn gratitude.

- Say thank you to Santa Claus. - No! No!

Billy!

What the hell's wrong with that kid?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to be naughty.

Don't punish me.

Please.

Woman: William.

Sister Margaret: Please, Mr. Sims,

every store in town has turned us down.

There must be some job that you can give this boy.

- Why, he just turned-- - I'm sorry, Sister,

but I only have one job open

and it's for a man, not for a boy.

It's in the stock room hauling crates.

It's just not a job for a kid.

I suppose not.

Sorry I couldn't help.

Well, you wouldn't expect some kid

to haul heavy crates all day long, would you?

Glad you understand.

Oh, here's Billy now. Maybe you'd like to meet him, Mr. Sims.

- That's not necessary. - Billy.

Billy, meet Mr. Sims.

Oh.

Well, uh, um...

I'm always happy to help the church, Sister.

He starts Monday morning. 9:00 sharp.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Sims.

♪ I'm looking for ♪

♪ The warm side of the door ♪

♪ Where the fire's bright ♪

♪ And it's burning every night ♪

♪ Everybody will be there ♪

♪ And they'll be smiling at me ♪

♪ And I won't need no more ♪

♪ On the warm side of the door ♪

♪ My brother's there ♪

♪ On the warm side of the door ♪

♪ He'll call to me ♪

♪ The way he did before ♪

♪ There'll be thunder and lightning ♪

♪ But we're safe and sound ♪

♪ And I won't need no more ♪

♪ On the warm side of the door ♪

♪ There's always people who love you ♪

♪ That will kiss you and hug you ♪

♪ And it's always Christmas on the warm side of the door ♪

♪ There's always people who love you ♪

♪ That will kiss you and hug you ♪

♪ And it's always Christmas on the warm side of the door ♪

♪ There's always people who love you ♪

♪ That will kiss you and hug you ♪

♪ And it's always Christmas ♪

♪ On the warm side of the door. ♪

What the fuck do you think you're doing now?

I'm-- you know, you shouldn't talk like that.

Oh, well, excuse me, Ann Landers.

You know, what is it with you lately, Billy?

Nothing.

I'm going to level with you.

When you came here a couple of months ago,

you were an all right kid.

But all of a sudden, you got this fucking attitude problem.

Snapping at me all the time.

You're staring off into space like some moon goon.

Will you just-- just leave me alone, all right?

When I leave you alone, asshole,

none of your fucking work gets done.

Look, I don't care about my fucking work.

Oh, is that so, wise ass?

Look, just leave me alone.

Merry Christmas, everyone. Ho, ho, ho.

Merry Christmas. Ho, ho, ho.

Come here, you little bastard.

- Pamela. - Are you all right, Billy?

Yeah.

Yeah, I--

You don't look so good.

No, I'm fine.

Really, I--

Don't worry about this stuff. I'll straighten it up for you, okay?

- Are you sure you're all right, Billy?

Yeah, yeah.

I never felt better in my life.

Billy, are you sure you're all right?

Never felt better in my life.

No! Don't!

No!

I want to be good.

I didn't mean to be naughty.

- I'm sorry. - Don't punish me.

Don't punish me.

( young Billy's voice ) Please.

Christmas Eve.

Only one more day and this Christmas crap is history.

I hate to ruin your party mood, Mr. Sims,

but a teensy problem has arisen personnel wise.

Well, do something about it solution wise.

It ain't that simple, Mr. Sims.

I just got a call from one of the employees.

Seems he went ice-skating last night and broke his ankle.

He'll be out for the remainder of the season.

Lucky him.

Call the temporary agency and get a replacement.

Do I have to think of everything around here?

Well, then think of this.

The agency's only got women.

This job requires a person of the male persuasion.

- Oh. - A big, fat, jolly one.

- You're receiving me? - Oh, no.

Ho, ho, ho.

You pull another disappearing act like yesterday, Billy,

and I'm going to go straight to Sims.

I don't think you realize this, but I'm giving you a break.

That's a hell of a lot more than he'll do.

Sims is nobody's friend.

Remember that.

- Ah, Mr. Sims. - Billy boy.

How are you?

I've been meaning to come around and see how you're enjoying yourself.

Well, everything okay?

Uh, yeah. Yes. Fine. Everything's fine, Mr. Sims.

Good, good. Good boy.

Ah, listen, Bill.

The reason I dropped by,

I've got a little problem

maybe you could help me with.

I mean, if you'd like to.

Well, of course, Mr. Sims.

Anything you want. You just tell me what it is and I'll be glad to help out.

Good. Good boy. Thank you.

That's very good.

Very realistic. Isn't it, Mrs. Randall?

He's definitely fat and jolly.

Take a closer look at yourself in the mirror, Billy.

Now just remember, be jolly.

Lots of ho, ho, ho.

Try not to scare the little bastards.

Sometimes they cry their heads off.

I guess they think the old guy's scary.

Silly, isn't it?

Yeah.

Silly.

- Stop it.

Please, stop it.

What's the matter with you?

Please, stop it.

Please, stop it.

What's the matter with you?

Stop it. Stop kicking.

Do you have any idea what you're doing?

You're being naughty.

Right on Santa's lap.

I don't bring toys to naughty children.

I punish them.

Severely.

That's right. Stop it.

Or I'll have to punish you.

He sure knows how to handle kids.

He's great, isn't he?

Mommy!

I'm coming, I'm coming.

Christ, keep your head on.

Stock room. Andy speaking.

Who?

No, no. Billy don't work back here no more.

Sure, sure. I can tell you his new job.

Ho, ho, ho.

He's playing Santa Claus for a bunch of snot-nosed kids.

7:00. It's over!

Time to get shitfaced!

♪ Christmas is a feeling... ♪

Merry Christmas, Helen. How about a cheap thrill?

Hey, Santa Claus, come join the party.

Mr. Sims: Santa Claus, come on over here.

There you go, there you go, there you go.

Drink up.

Stick with me, kid.

By the time this party's over,

you'll think you are Santa Claus.

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

♪ And a happy new year ♪

♪ Good tidings for you ♪

♪ Wherever you are ♪

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

♪ And a happy new year... ♪

Hey. Hey, Santa Claus.

Hey, what you doing, huh?

I was, uh...

thinking about my parents.

Oh, good, good.

Good, that's fine. That's fine.

A boy should think about his parents at Christmas.

- Good boy, good boy. - They're dead.

Oh, God.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I forgot. I'm sorry.

Hey, Santa.

Santa, you better sober up.

You got a long night ahead of you.

Huh?

Well, you remember what Santa Claus does on Christmas Eve, don't you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I know what he does.

Better get started.

Ow.

Better get started.

Fuckin' party's dead anyway.

Ah. Go get 'em, Santa.

Go get 'em.

If you got me a present, Andy,

I don't see why you don't just bring it out there where everybody can see it.

Pammy, this, uh, this particular present

really isn't for everybody to see.

It's something I've been wanting to give you for a long time.

- Oh. - Come on, it's just right back there.

Hey, trust me, huh?

You are going to love it.

Come on.

Both: ♪ Santa's watching, Santa's creeping ♪

♪ Soon you're nodding, now you're sleeping ♪

♪ Were you good for Mom and Dad? ♪

♪ Santa knows if you've been bad ♪

♪ There might be a treat for you ♪

♪ In Santa's bag of toys ♪

♪ But Christmas won't be fun and games ♪

♪ For naughty girls and boys ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Santa's watching, Santa's waiting ♪

♪ Christmas Eve is slowly fading ♪

♪ Can you hear him in the night? ♪

♪ Close the door, turn out the light ♪

♪ Santa's watching, Santa's creeping ♪

♪ Now you're nodding, now you're sleeping ♪

♪ Were you good for Mom and Dad... ♪

Pam: Stop it.

Come on, don't do that.

No, no. Don't do that.

Come on, let's go back now.

Andy, stop it.

Please, Andy, no.

Come on, let's go back.

No. No.

You goddamn little bitch.

No!

No!

Run, you little bastard!

No! Please! No!

Ho, ho, ho.

Ho, ho, ho.

- Andy: You little tease, huh? - Naughty!

My God, you're crazy.

Oh, stop it, Pamela.

You bastard! You're crazy!

Get the hell away from me!

Did you hear something?

I don't hear anything, Mr. Sims. It must have been your imagination.

Punishment is necessary, Pamela.

- It is good.

I heard something, by God.

Anybody in here?

Sims, you're drunk. You're hearing things.

Yoo-hoo.

Mr. Sims?

Oh, Mr. Sims?

Mr. Sims?

Ooh.

Mr. Sims?

Come out here and see this.

It's lovely.

Mr. Sims?

Mr. Sims, are you hiding in there?

Oh, God.

Answer.

Thank God.

'Twas the night before Christmas

and all through the house...

not a creature was stirring...

not even a mouse.

No!

Hello?

Anybody there?

Hello?

Billy, are you in here?

♪ ...on this eve when saints and angels sing among us ♪

♪ Holly hung just right and faces bright with Christmas fever ♪

♪ Happy eve of happy day ♪

♪ Candles burning, tables full ♪

♪ Drawers are spilling wrapping paper ♪

♪ Closets stuffed with down and woolens ♪

♪ Now's the time to make your vow ♪

♪ To help your friends and love your neighbors ♪

♪ Joyful neighbors where the Christmas fever lends us here ♪

♪ On the warmest winter... ♪

Shit. I can't concentrate with that racket.

Hold on.

♪ Mama, won't you give me... ♪

♪ And I'm missing all the Christmas parties ♪

♪ What'll I do... ♪

Girl: Denise?

Denise, I want to stay up to see Santa Claus.

Cindy, go back to bed right this minute.

But I can't sleep.

Holy shit. She's coming down.

Cindy, um, don't come down here.

We're, um, we're doing our homework.

Cindy, if, uh, you don't go back to bed,

Santa won't come.

He's not the only one.

He won't?

No, um, you're being bad, Cindy, now go back to bed.

Well, okay.

Back to our studies.

- Two ball in the corner pocket. - Mm.

♪ Merry Christmas, baby ♪

♪ This isn't what I planned ♪

♪ I was going to buy you a diamond ring ♪

♪ Take you out, jump and shout ♪

- ♪ But I can't give you anything... ♪

Oh, shit.

What?

Sorry, Tommy, I've got to go upstairs for a minute.

- What for? - Um, the cat wants to come inside.

How do you know?

I heard her collar jingling at the door.

♪ And I'm trying to be jolly, good golly ♪

♪ But I got the blues ♪

♪ I got the blues ♪

♪ I got the Christmas blues ♪

♪ Baby, I've got the blues... ♪

I'm going to kill her.

Woody? You out there?

Woody? Kitty, kitty, kitty.

Kitty?

Where'd you go?

Okay, you're on your own until morning.

- Merry Christmas

- There you are, you bad kitty.

- Punish!

Ah!

No!

No!

Tommy!

Punish.

- Punish! - No!

♪ I guess I really tied one on... ♪

Hey, Denise!

What are you doing?

♪ I love you, baby, but you made me mad ♪

♪ You were the best Christmas I've ever had ♪

♪ Merry Christmas, baby ♪

♪ I guess I really tied one on... ♪

Holy shit.

Denise?

Where are you?

Denise?

Are you okay?

If this is some kind of joke, I'm going to kill her.

Operator.

Operator, I need the police.

Punish.

Punish.

Cindy: Santa Claus!

I knew you'd come. Did you bring me a present?

Have-- have you been good

or have you been naughty?

Good.

You haven't done anything naughty?

No, Santa Claus.

Are you sure?

Cindy: Denise?

Denise?

Officer: Can you believe this?

It's Christmas Eve and we got orders to bring in Santa Claus.

Hey, Miller, what do you think the captain would do

- if we brought in the real one? - He's never satisfied.

He'd send us back out to pick up the Easter Bunny.

- Peter Pan maybe.

Hey, look.

What are you doing?

What do you think you're doing?

Hold it. Stop right there.

Daddy.

Daddy?

Look at this hill. Virgin, man.

- The only kind you'll ever get. - I'm going down first.

Go on.

What's the matter, you afraid?

Shut up a second.

Are you having a religious experience

or did you pee your pants?

Somebody else is out there.

Who'd be out here at this time of night on Christmas Eve? Go on.

Be quiet for a minute.

I feel like somebody's watching me.

Like who? Santa's little elves?

Well, maybe it was just my imagination.

Yeah, it would be if you had one.

Now ride your stupid sled.

My sled ain't stupid. I'll show you. Watch.

Well, if it isn't Bob and Mac.

Now why don't you guys just get the fuck out of the way?

Glad to, little man.

But, uh, we're going to go sledding.

- Oh, that's the plan. - Yeah.

You guys are going to take our sleds.

Oh, you guys are great.

You know, I want to grow up to be just like you.

Ugly and very stupid.

Do you want to take that back, fuck face?

- Drop dead. - I said take it back.

All right! All right, I'm sorry.

Now get out of here!

- Go on, go! - Get out of here!

- Yeah.

- All right. - All right, let's go.

- You go first. - Okay.

Hey, what if I hit a tree?

Just go.

Whoo!

Okay, I'm right here, man.

That's beautiful.

All right.

Now watch this.

- Naughty.

Oh, God!

Oh, God! Oh, shit!

Oh, God!

Oh, Captain Richards.

I'm sorry, I must have fallen asleep.

Any news?

All bad, Sister.

Three more murders.

Been eluding my men all night.

Kid may be nuts, but he's not stupid.

No, he's not stupid.

In fact, everything he's been doing has a kind of logic to it,

once you've understood what he's gone through.

If that's true,

there ought to be a way we can predict his next move.

Oh, my Lord.

I want those papers folded and stacked.

Not tossed about.

And I want each one of you to write a nice thank-you to Santa

for his visit later.

Are you listening?

Better say good-bye now. Mother Superior wants us to write a note to Santa Claus.

Is that the only line out there, Sister?

- I'm afraid so. - Still busy.

I can't imagine who'd be on the phone so long.

We can't wait any longer.

I'm going down to the dispatcher

and you and I are going out to the orphanage together.

Sister.

Captain Richards on radio: I need every available car

to go out to the orphanage on the double.

The Santa Claus Killer may be headed that way there now.

Responding officers are ordered to shoot to kill if necessary.

If you get wet or start to feel cold, come back inside.

Wow.

Cut it out!

Can't you see who's coming?

This is Officer Barnes. I'm approaching the orphanage now.

Everything looks okay.

There's a bunch of kids playing in the yard.

Holy shit.

Hey! Hold it!

Get out-- get away from him!

Oh, my God. Children, inside. Hurry.

- Santa! - What happened?!

Ricky! Come away from there.

Man on radio: A man dressed as Santa Claus

was shot and killed at Saint Mary's Home.

Ambulance is on the way.

I'm sorry, Sister.

But at least it's all over.

Captain, we got a problem here.

The description of the dead man, it's all wrong.

What do you mean all wrong?

Barnes says the guy's about 50, under six feet tall.

My God.

It's Father O'Brien.

He was our Santa this year.

Kid we're looking for is 18.

Barnes wanted the guy to stop, Captain. He didn't respond.

But of course not, he's deaf. He couldn't hear it.

You tell Barnes to stay at the orphanage.

The killer may still be on his way there.

10-4.

We've got to help him. We've just got to.

I don't understand how you could have mistaken Father O'Brien

for the murderer in the first place.

He was dressed as a Santa Claus.

Captain Richards can explain everything when he gets here, ma'am.

I'm sorry for what happened, but there is a killer on the way here.

Oh, the children.

No harm must come to the children. Do you understand?

That's why I'm here, Sister.

I am Mother Superior.

And so far, all you have done is harm.

I'm sorry.

I'm going to check out the grounds.

In the meantime, you make sure everyone stays locked up inside.

Don't let anybody come in unless you know exactly who it is.

No one is going to get in that doesn't belong here.

Poor things are scared to death.

Hmm? Oh, yes.

They need something to keep their mind off it.

Richard.

Yes, Mother Superior.

Will you please get my pitch pipe?

Thank you.

Such a good boy.

Not at all like his older brother William.

Children, listen to me.

I know that you're very upset and I understand,

but I want you to stop that moping.

We're going to sing. Thank you.

- Ooh.

Ready, Sister?

"Deck the Halls."

And a-one and a-two and a-three.

♪ Deck the halls with boughs of holly ♪

♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la ♪

♪ 'Tis the season to be jolly ♪

♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la ♪

♪ Don we now our gay apparel ♪

♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la ♪

♪ Troll the ancient Yuletide carol ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 'Tis the season to be jolly ♪

♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la ♪

♪ Don we now our gay apparel ♪

♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la... ♪

- Punish!

♪ For the king of angels ♪

♪ Oh, come let us adore him ♪

♪ Christ the Lord. ♪

Mother Superior: All right, let's try now "Jingle Bells."

All right. Andrew, where do you think you're going?

Come on. We need altos.

No, don't!

Girl: It's Santa.

Chrissie, stay away. Stay away from him.

But, Mother Superior, it's Santa Claus.

Chrissie, stay away from him.

Hello, Santa.

Chrissie, come here.

Come here.

Andrew, come here.

There's no Santa Claus.

There is no Santa Claus.

Naughty.

Naughty.

There is no Santa Claus.

Billy: Naughty!

You're safe now.

Santa Claus is gone.

Naughty.

- ♪ Do do do do ♪

- ♪ 'Do do ♪ - ♪ Do do do do ♪

♪ Santa's watching, Santa's creeping ♪

♪ Now you're nodding, now you're sleeping ♪

♪ Were you good for Mom and Dad? ♪

♪ Santa knows if you've been bad ♪

♪ There might be a treat for you ♪

♪ In Santa's bag of toys ♪

♪ But Christmas won't be fun and games ♪

♪ For naughty girls and boys ♪

♪ Oh, Santa's watching, Santa's waiting ♪

♪ Everybody's celebrating ♪

♪ Did you do your best this year? ♪

♪ Too late now 'cause Santa's here ♪

- ♪ 'Do do ♪ - ♪ Do do do do ♪

♪ Santa's watching, Santa's creeping ♪

♪ Now you're nodding, now you're sleeping ♪

♪ Were you good for Mom and Dad? ♪

♪ Santa knows if you've been bad ♪

♪ There might be a treat for you ♪

♪ In Santa's bag of toys ♪

♪ But Christmas won't be fun and games ♪

♪ For naughty girls and boys ♪

♪ Santa's watching, Santa's waiting ♪

♪ Everybody's celebrating ♪

♪ Did you do your best this year? ♪

♪ Too late now 'cause Santa's here. ♪