All language subtitles for Miracle.On.34th.Street.1947.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

You've got them mixed up.

You're making
a mistake.
[Inaudible]

You're making a mistake
with the reindeer.
[Inaudible]

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Would you mind stepping out
for a moment? Open the door.

I'm sorry. The store
isn't open today. I'm just-

I don't want to buy anything, and
I'm sorry to interrupt you in your work.

But I wanted to tell you
you're making a rather serious mistake.

Huh?
With the reindeer, I mean.

You've got Cupid
where Blitzen should be.

And Dasher- Oh, Dasher should be
on my right-hand side.

He should, huh?
Yes. Yes.

Oh, and another thing.
Donner's antlers have got
four points instead of three.

Still, I don't suppose anybody
would notice that except myself.

Nah, I don't suppose so.
No.

Well, bye.
Not at all.

Thanks.
Glad to have helped you. Bye.

[Chuckles]
Dear, dear.

♪♪ [Band: "Jingle Bells"]

♪Jingle bells, jingle bells ♪

♪Jingle- ♪
♪♪ [Humming]

You're on float number three.

You're on the Pilgrim float.

You three,
you're on the pirate float-
Mrs. Walker!

Mrs. Walker,
something's got to be done.

That "Rub-a-dub-dub,
three men in a tub" float
isn't big enough.

We can get the butcher and the baker in,
but the candlestick maker-

I'm sorry, Mr. Shellhammer,
but I've got enough to do
to take care of people.

Oh, dear. I was so hoping-
George.

♪♪ [Marching Band: "Jingle Bells"]

[Crowd Chattering]

[Children Shouting In Distance]

I beg your pardon, sir.
[Chuckles]

You seem to have got slightly mixed-up
with this whip of yours.

[Murmuring]
Allow me. Allow me.

It's quite simple, really.
You don't mind if I show you, eh?

No, sir.
Now. Now then.

[Whip Cracks]

See? It's all in the wrist.
Is that so?

You have to follow through,
you know.
Is that so?

Yes. It's just like throwing a ball.

If you were to-
[Chuckling]

You've been drinking.
Oh, well, it-it's cold.

A man's gotta do somethin'
to keep warm.

You oughta be ashamed of yourself.

Don't you realize there are thousands
of children lining the streets
waiting to see you?

[Chuckles]
Children who've been dreaming
of this moment for weeks?

You're a disgrace
to the tradition of Christmas.

I refuse to have you malign me
in this fashion. Disgusting!

Tell me. Who's in charge
of this parade?

When you find out,
you tell me.

These pants are gonna fall off
in the middle of Columbus Circle.

I beg your pardon.
Could you tell me
who's in charge here?

Yes. Mrs. Walker.
There she is down there.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

Oh, you two ought to be
over on 81st Street.

Mrs. Walker, one of the men
in your parade is not fit
to be seen by chil-

What are you doing out of costume?
Get back and get dressed.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
I thought you were our Santa Claus.

Your Santa Claus
is intoxicated.

Oh, no!
Yes. It's disgraceful.

How can you allow a man-
[Continues, Indistinct]

♪Jingle bells, jingle bells ♪

♪Jingle all- ♪
Stop that! What do you
mean by drinking?

You know it's not allowed.
It's cold. A man's gotta do
something to keep warm.

I'll warm you. I ought
to take this cane-
And I ought to-

Uh, somebody, Julian,
get some black coffee.

Plenty of it, please.
Yes, Mrs. Walker.

Uh, black with a little cream.

Wake me up
when the parade starts.

Oh!
♪Jingle bells, jingle bells ♪

♪Jingle all the way- ♪♪
[Murmurs]

[Sighs]
Oh!

Shameful. Absolutely shameful.

Could you be Santa Claus?
Have you had any experience?

[Chuckles]
Oh, a little.

Oh, please. You've
got to help me out.
Madam!

I am not in the habit of substituting
for spurious Santa Clauses.

No! No, I- I-
Oh, please.

Well, the- the children
mustn't be disappointed.

All right. I'll do it.
Oh, good. Thank you.

Come along. Right this way.

Get that costume.

♪♪ [March: Up-tempo]

♪♪ [Continues]
[Crowd Cheering]

Hello there!

[Crowd Cheering]

Hello there, boys and girls!

♪♪ [Continues]
[Motorcycle Approaching]

He's wonderful!
He's the best we've ever had,
and he didn't need any padding.

What?
Padding.
He didn't need any padding.

Oh.
Where did you find him?

I just turned round,
and there he was.

I'm glad you turned round.
I mean, I'm glad he was there.

Just think if Mr. Macy
had seen the other one.

Just think if Mr. Gimbel
had seen the other one.
[Shudders]

You want to ride
in a motorcycle or a car?

I'm going to go home
and get in a hot tub,

and I might stay there
until next Thanksgiving.

You really should see the parade.
You worked so hard on it.

If I want to, which I doubt, I can see it
from the roof of my apartment.

Oh, that's right.
You live down the-

Mrs. Walker!

Go ahead, driver.

♪♪ [Marching Band:
"Santa Claus Is Comin' To Town"]

Hello there, dear!

I just stepped out to see you.

♪♪ [March: Up-tempo]

♪♪ [Continues, Muffled]

Susan?

[Sighs]

Susan.

Hello, Cleo.
Mmm. What a beauty.
Hello, Mrs. Walker.

Where's Susan?
She's watching the parade.

Oh? Where? With whom?
With that Mr. Gailey who lives
in the front apartment.

Oh, yes.

Oh, I've been keeping
an eye on her.

She can see everything from there.
That's the 50-yard line.

He's so very fond of Susan.
When he asked me, well,
I didn't think you'd mind.

Well, I guess it's all right.
I'll go on in in a minute.

[Chuckles]
Looks like they're having a little
trouble with the baseball player.

He was a clown last year.

They just changed the head
and painted him different.

My mother told me.
Mmm.

Mmm! He certainly
is a giant, isn't he?

Not really.
There are no giants, Mr. Gailey.

Well, maybe not now, Susie,
but in olden days, there were a lot of-

Well, what about the giant
that Jack killed?

Jack? Jack who?
Jack, uh-

Jack. "Jack and the Beanstalk."

I never heard of that.
[Laughs]
You must've heard of that.

You’ve just forgotten.
It's a fairy tale.

Oh. One of those.
I don't know any fairy tales.

Oh, your mother and father
must have told you a fairy tale.

No. My mother thinks they're silly.

I don't know whether my father
thinks they're silly or not.

I never met my father.

You see, my father and mother
were divorced when I was a baby.

Well, that baseball player
certainly looks like a giant to me.

People sometimes grow very big,
but that's abnormal.

I'll bet your mother
told you that too.

[Door Bell Buzzes]

Hello. Uh, I'm Susan's mother.

Yes, I know. Won't you come in?
Susie's told me quite a lot about you.

I'm Fred Gailey.
Yes, I know.

Susan's told me
quite a lot about you too.

Hello, Mother.
Hello, dear.

[Sighs]
Won't you have a cup
of coffee?

You must be half-frozen
standing out-
Oh, don't bother.

It's no bother.
It's all ready.
In that case, thanks.

What do you think
of my parade?
It's much better than last year's.

Well, I hope Mr. Macy
agrees with you.

Sugar? Cream?
Both? Neither?

Just one sugar, please.

This is very kind of you,
Mr. Gailey.
Sit down.

And I want to thank you
for being so kind to Susan.

Cleo tells me that you
took them to the zoo yesterday.

That's right, but I must confess,
it's part of a deep-dyed plot.

I'm fond of Susie, very fond,

but I also wanted
to meet you.

I read someplace that the surest
way to meet the mother
is to be kind to the child.

What a horrible trick.
It worked.

There goes Santa Claus.

Oh! Don't even
mention the name.

He's much better than last year's.
At least this one doesn't wear glasses.

This one
was a last-minute substitute.

The one I hired, I fired.
Why?

You remember the way
the janitor was last New Year's?

Oh, yes.

Well, this one
was much worse.
Oh.

I see she doesn't believe
in Santa Claus either.

No Santa Claus, no fairy tales,
no fantasies of any kind.

Is that it?
That's right.

I think we should be realistic
and completely truthful
with our children...

and not have them growing up
believing in a lot of legends
and myths-

like Santa Claus, for example.

I see.
That's the end.

The acrobats were good.
They ought to be,
at those prices.

Thanks for the coffee.
And thank you
for inviting me in.

It was a pleasure, missy.

Mother, I was thinking,
we've got such a big
turkey for dinner,

and there are only
two of us-

Couldn't we invite Mr. Gailey?
Couldn't we?
Well-

Oh, don't even think about it.
I'll have a sandwich or something.

- It's an awful big turkey.
- That's not it, dear.

I'm sure Mr. Gailey
has other plans.

No, he hasn't. Have you?

Uh, to be quite honest
and truthful with the child,

I must admit
I haven't any other plans.

I don't want
to interfere-
Please, Mother. Please.

Well, I-
Did I ask all right?

Hmm?

[Embarrassed Chuckle]

Didn't I ask all right, Mr. Gailey?

That all depends.

Dinner's at 3:00.
Thanks.

Susie, honey,
you asked just right.

I'll see you at 3:00.

It worked.
Yes.

♪♪ [March: Up-tempo]

I tell you, Mrs. Walker,
he's stupendous.

Everybody's crazy about him.
So is Mr. Macy.

Well, hire him, by all means.
It's perfectly all right with me.
♪♪ [Chords]

As a matter of fact,
it'll save me a frantic
search in the morning.

Yes. That's right.

I'll take care of it
as soon as he gets through.
Oh, you'll love him.

I just know that with that man
on the throne, my department
will sell more toys than it ever has.

He's a born salesman.
I just feel it.

Yes, yes, yes. We'll talk about it
in the morning. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

[Crowd Murmuring]
And you will find toys
of all kinds at Macy's.

[Traffic Passing]

Gee, that sure is
an elegant costume.

Yes. I've had it for years...
and years.

Sure makes a bum out of
the one they gave you.

Ah.
But even that one's better
than the one I wear.

You, Alfred?
Yeah, I play Santa Claus
over at the "Y" near our block, see?

- No kidding.
- Started about three years ago.

They had a costume, but, well,
it didn't have no paddin' and...

since I carry my own paddin'
around with me, I got the job, see?

[Chuckles]
You enjoy impersonating me?

- Oh, yeah.
- Why?

Oh, I don't know. It's-
When I give packages to little kids,

I like to watch their faces get that-
that Christmas look all of a sudden.

It makes me feel kind of good
and important.

[Chattering]
[Woman]
Pardon me.

[Man]
I had my daughter and her kids
over for dinner last night.

There you are.
There you are!

Good morning.
Now, before-
Good morning.

Oh, my. What a striking costume.
Before you go up on the floor,

I want to give you a few tips
on how to be a good Santa Claus.

Go right ahead.

Well, here's a list of toys
that we have to "push."

You know, things that
we're overstocked on.

You'll find that a great many children
will be undecided as to what
they want for Christmas.

When that happens,
you immediately suggest
one of these items.

You understand?
I certainly do.

[Chuckles]
Good. Now, you
memorize that list, and I'll-

Oh, no. 9.50.
I'll tell you.

When you've finished,
come up to the seventh floor.
I'll be waiting for you.

Imagine, making a child
take something
it doesn't want...

just because he bought
too many of the wrong toys.

That's what I've been
fighting against for years-

the way they
commercialize Christmas.

Yeah, there's a lot of bad "isms"
floating around this world,

but one of the worst
is "commercialism."

Make a buck. Make a buck.
Even in Brooklyn, it's the same.

Don't care what Christmas stands for.
Just make a buck.

Make a buck.
Ah.

Oh, don't bother.
I'll put it away for you.

Huh? Oh, thank you, Alfred.

- And what should I do with these?
- Throw 'em on the floor.

I get kinda tired
just sweepin' up dust.

[Chuckles]

Thanks.
No. Thank you, Alfred.

[Crowd Murmuring]
[Man] This way, please.
Right this way, please.

Yes, yes, yes. Peter's a fine name.
What do you want for Christmas, Peter?

I want a fire engine
just like the big ones,
only smaller.

It has a real hose
that squirts real, wet water.

I won't do it in the house.
I'll only do it in the backyard.
I promise.

Psst. Psst.

[Whispering]
Macy's ain't got any.
Nobody's got any.

Well, Peter, I can tell you're a good boy.
You'll get your fire engine.

[Peter]
Oh, thank you very much.

You see? I told ya
he'd get me one.

Mmm. That's fine.
That's just dandy.
Listen, you wait over there.

Mama wants to thank
Santa Claus too.

Say, listen,
what's the matter with you?
Don't you understand English?

I tell ya, Macy's ain't got any.
Nobody's got any.

I've been all over.
My feet are killin' me.

Fine thing promisin' the kid.

Now, you don't think
I would've said that
unless I was sure, do you?

You can get those fire engines-
at Schoenfelt's on Lexington Avenue.

Only 8.50. A wonderful bargain.

Schoenfelt's?
I don't get it.

Oh, I keep track
of the toy market pretty closely.
Does that surprise you so?

Surprise me?

Macy's sendin' people to other stores.
Are you kiddin' me?

The only important thing
is to make the children happy.

And whether Macy
or somebody else sells a toy
doesn't make any difference.

- Don't you feel that way?
- Huh?

Who, me? Oh, yeah, sure.
Only I didn't know Macy's did.

As long as I'm here, they do.

I don't get it.

No. I just don't get it.

[Crowd Chattering]

[Man]
Right this way, please.

Good morning, Mr. Shellhammer.

This way, please.

Oh, I quite understand.
Your little girl would
like some skates-

but, of course,
you must get her the best.

Because of their little ankles,
you know, they want protecting.

Now, we've got skates,
and they're very good, too,
but they're not quite good enough.

You go to Gimbels.
They'll have exactly
what you're looking for, I'm sure.

Gimbels!
There you are.
Here. Here.

There, that's for you.
Merry Christmas.
Gimbels.

Hello, my good girl.
How old are you?

Gimbels. Gimbels.

Pardon me. The guard said
I should speak to you.

You're the head of
the toy department, huh?
Yes, madam, but at the moment-

Listen, I wanna congratulate you
and Macy's on this wonderful
new stunt you're pullin'.

Imagine, sendin' people to other stores.
I don't get it.

Why, it's- it's-
It certainly is.

You said it. Imagine
a big outfit like Macy's...

puttin' the spirit of Christmas
ahead of the commercial.

It's wonderful. Well, I'll tell ya.
I never done much shoppin'
here before.

But I'll tell ya one thing.
From now on, I'm gonna be
a regular Macy customer.

All right, dear.
Thank you, madam.

There are six more women
out there who wanna thank ya.

Not now. I've gotta
think this thing over.

Well, personally, I think
it's a wonderful idea too.

You think so.
Those women think so.

The point is, will Mr. Macy think so?

[Blows Nose]

This seems awfully silly,
Mr. Gailey.

I thought as long as we're in the store,
you might as well say hello to Santa Claus.

Why?

Well, because when you talk to him,
you might feel differently about him.

Good-bye, Elmer.
Be a good boy now.

[Chuckles]
Merry Christmas!

Well, young lady,
what's your name?
Susan Walker. What's yours?

Mine? Kris Kringle.
I'm Santa Claus.

Oh. You don't believe that, do you?

Mm-mmm. You see,
my mother's Mrs. Walker,
the lady who hired you.

Oh.

- But I must say, you're
the best-looking one I've ever seen.
- Really?

Your beard doesn't have
one of those things that
goes over your ears.

That's because it's real,
just like I'm really Santa Claus.

Oh, go ahead. Pull it.

[Sputters]

[Man]
All right, folks.
Don't crowd.

You have all day
to see Santa Claus.
Now, children, behave.

This way, please.
Get back in the line there.

And, now, what would you
like me to bring you for Christmas?

Nothing, thank you.

Oh, come now.
You must want something.

Whatever I want,
my mother will
get for me-

if it's sensible
and doesn't cost
too much, of course.

Hello, Mother.
Hello, Susan.
Hello, Mr. Gailey.

I think you've taken up enough
of this gentleman's time.
Come along, dear.

The, uh, explanation for this
is all very simple.

Cleo's mother sprained her ankle.
She had to go home.

So, she asked me
to bring Susie down to you.

Yes, I know. Cleo called me.
I've been wondering where you were.

I thought, as long as we're here,
we might as well say hello to Santa Claus.

He's a nice old man, Mother,
and those whiskers are real too.

Yes, yes, dear. Many men
have long beards like that.

Susan, would you
stand over here a minute?

I want to talk to Mr. Gailey.
[Susan]
All right.

I shouldn't have brought Susie
to see Santa Claus, huh?

Now, you're making me feel
like the proverbial stepmother.

I'm sorry, but it's just that I couldn't
see any harm in just saying hello
to the old fella.

But I think there is harm.

I tell her Santa Claus is a myth,
and you bring her down here,

she sees hundreds of gullible children,
meets a very convincing old man
with real whiskers.

This sets up a very harmful
mental conflict within her.

What is she going to think?
Whom is she going to believe?

And by filling them full of fairy tales,

they grow up considering life a fantasy
instead of a reality.

They keep waiting
for Prince Charming to come along.

And when he does,
he turns out to be a-

We were talking about Susie,
not about you.

Well, whether you agree or not,

I must ask you to respect
my wishes regarding Susan.

She's my responsibility,
and I must bring her up
as I see fit.

Okay.

Say "Thank you,
Santy Claus."
Thank you.

Bye. Merry Christmas!

Well, young lady,
and what's your name?

I'm sorry. She doesn't speak English.
She's Dutch. She just came over.

She's been living
in an orphan's home
in Rotterdam ever since-

Well, we've adopted her.

I told her you wouldn't
be able to speak to her,

but when she saw you
in the parade yesterday,

she said you were Sinterklaas,
as she calls you,

and you could
talk to her.

Well, I didn't know
what to do.
Hello.

[Speaking Dutch]

[Speaking Dutch]

[Dutch]

[Dutch]

[Continues In Dutch]

[Chuckling]

♪♪ [Both Singing In Dutch]

♪ Dankje, Sinterklaas ♪♪

Now do you understand?
Yes, I see
what you mean, Mother.

Good.
But when he spoke Dutch
to that girl, he was so-

Susan, I speak French,
but that doesn't make me
Joan of Arc.

What I'm trying
to explain to you is-
[Knocking]

Come in.
They said you wanted
to see me, Mrs. Walker.

Come right in.
Hello there.
Good to see you again.

It's nice to see you.
You're awfully lucky,
Mrs. Walker.

Lovely little girl
you have here.

Thank you, and Susan's the reason
I asked you to drop down.
She's a little confused.

I thought you could help
to straighten her out.
I'll be glad to.

Would you please tell her
that you're not really Santa Claus,

that there actually
is no such person?

I'm sorry to disagree with you,
Mrs. Walker.

Not only is there such a person,
but here I am to prove it.

No, no, no.
You misunderstand.

I want you to tell her the truth.
Uh, what's your name?

Kris Kringle. I'll bet
you're in the first grade.
Second.

- I mean your real name.
- That is my real name.

Second grade.
It's a progressive school.

Oh. It's a progressive school.

May I have this gentleman's
employment card, please?
Yes, Mrs. Walker.

This dress is very cute.
Where did you get
such a lovely outfit?

Here at Macy's.
We get 10% off.
Oh.

Please don't feel that you
have to keep pretending
for Susan's benefit.

She's a very intelligent child
and always wants to know
the absolute truth.

Good, because I always tell
the absolute truth.

Now, about your school.
What's the name of your teacher?

Mrs. Hainey.
Mrs. Hainey.

Here it is, Mrs. Walker.
Thank you.

[Kringle] What else do you do
besides read and play games?

[Susan]
We have rest periods,
one half-hour.

I don't suppose you care for that, eh?

No. We're not allowed
to talk or anything.

Tuesday, Chester Richards,
he kept talking all the time.

My, that was bad.

Yes. Mrs. Hainey made him
stay resting all alone
for nearly an hour.

Susan, dear, would you go out
and talk to Miss Adams for a minute?

And I'll be right with you.

All right. Good-bye.
Good-bye, young lady.

Hope to see you again.
Thank you. I hope so too.

Good-bye.
Good-bye.

Uh, I'm sorry, Mr., uh-
Mr.-
Kringle.

I'm sorry, but we're going
to have to make a change.
Change?

The Santa Claus we had
two years ago is back in town,
and I feel we owe it to him-

Have I done something wrong?
Oh, no! N-No.

Uh, well, uh-
[Intercom Buzzes]

Yes?
[Woman] Mr. Macy wants
to see you immediately.

Uh, I'll be right up.

Would you sit down?
And I'll be right back
and sign your pay voucher.

Yes, indeed.

Oh, uh, go right in.
Mr. Macy's waiting.

No, no.
[Macy] The effect that this
will have on the public-

Oh, come in, Mrs. Walker.

Hello, Mrs. Walker.
Hello, Mrs. Walker.

My seat.
Sit over here.

I've just been telling
these gentlemen...

of the new policy you
and Mr. Shellhammer initiated.

I can't say that I approve
of your not consulting
the advertising department first,

but in the face of this
tremendous response
on the part of the public,

I can't be angry with you.

[Whispers] What's he talking-
[Whispers] I'll tell you later.

Uh, now to continue, gentlemen,
I admit that on the face of it,

this plan sounds idiotic
and impossible.

Imagine Macy's Santa Claus
sending customers to Gimbels.

[Chuckles]
But, gentlemen,
you cannot argue with success.

Look at this- telegrams,
messages, telephone calls.

The governor's wife,
the mayor's wife.

Over 500 thankful parents
expressing undying gratitude to Macy's.

Never in my entire career
have I seen such a tremendous...

and immediate response
to a merchandising policy.

But R.H.-
And I'm positive, Frank,
that if we expand our policy,

we'll expand our results
as well.

Therefore, from now on,
not only will our Santa Claus
continue in this manner,

but I want every salesperson
in this store to do precisely
the same thing.

If we haven't got exactly
what the customer wants,

we'll send him
where he can get it.

No high-pressuring and forcing
a customer to take something
he doesn't really want.

But after all, Mr. Macy-
We'll be known
as the helpful store,

the friendly store,
the store with a heart,

the store that places
public service ahead of profits.

And, consequently, we'll make
more profits than ever before.

Oh, yes, I know it's late
and we're all tired
and we want to go to dinner,

so we'll continue
the first thing in the morning.

In the meantime, you fellas
get together and figure out
the best way to promote this thing.

We'll do that.
Good night, R.H.
Good night.

Good night.
Good night.
Good night, R.H.

I want to thank you two again.

And in your Christmas envelopes,
you'll find a more practical expression
of my gratitude.

[Both]
Thank you, Mr. Macy.

And tell that Santa Claus
I won't forget him either.
Yes, Mr. Macy.

Imagine! A bonus!

He just assumed it was
our idea, so I didn't-
What's the matter?

I fired him.
Who?

Santa Claus.
What?

He's crazy.
He thinks he is Santa Claus.

I don't care if he thinks
he's the Easter bunny.
You've got to get him back.

He's insane,
I tell you.

We'll have to hire somebody else
and have him do the same thing.

Oh, no. You heard
what Mr. Macy said.
We've got to keep him.

But what if he should have
a sudden fit or something?

Oh, no, no.
I've got to tell Mr. Macy.

But- But maybe he's
only a little crazy,

like painters or composers
or- or some of those men
in Washington.

We can't be sure
until he's been examined.

If you fire him
and then we find out
that he wasn't really crazy,

Mr. Macy will have
us examined... and fired.

I suppose we ought to be sure.

We could have
Mr. Sawyer talk to him.

Of course. He's a psychologist.
That's what he's paid for-
to examine employees.

Now, until we get his report,
we won't say a word.

I'll get in touch
with him right away.

Yeah, but first,
get that Santa Claus back.

The examination
won't be worth a thing
without the patient.

It was just because I felt
that we owed it to him,

but Mr. Macy suggested
that we find something else
for the other Santa Claus...

and keep you on,
by all means.

Oh, well, thanks.
That's mighty good news. Yes.

You'll be here
in the morning then?
Certainly, I will.

You see, Mrs. Walker,
this is quite an opportunity for me.

For the past 50 years or so,
I've been getting more and more
worried about Christmas.

It seems we're all so busy
trying to beat the other fellow...

in making things go faster
and look shinier and cost less...

that Christmas and I are sort of
getting lost in the shuffle.

Oh, I don't think so.
Christmas is still Christmas.

Oh, Christmas isn’t just a day.
It's a frame of mind.

And that's what's been changing.

That's why I'm glad I'm here.
Maybe I can do something about it.

And I'm glad I met you and your daughter.
You two are a test case for me.

We are?
Yes! You're sort of
the whole thing in miniature.

If I can win you over,
there's still hope.

If not, then I guess I'm through.

But I'm warning you,
I don't give up easily.

Good night.
Good night.

Oh! Oh, Mr. Kringle.
Yeah?

The first thing in the morning,
would you report to
Mr. Sawyer's office?

Sawyer?
Yes, he'll just give you
a little examination.

Oh, we do it
with all our employees.
A mental examination?

Uh, well, uh-
[Stammers]

Oh, I don't mind.
I've taken dozens of them.

Never failed one yet.
Know them by heart.

[Clears Throat]
"How many days in the week?"
Seven.

"How many fingers do you see?"
Four.

"Muscular coordination test."

No damage to the nervous system.

"Who was the first president
of the United States?"
George Washington.

"Who was the vice president
under John Quincy Adams?"

Daniel D. Tompkins.

And I'll bet your Mr. Sawyer
doesn't know that.

Good night.

[Door Closes]

Miss Adams, would you get me
the Brooks' Memorial Home
in, uh, Great Neck?

It's- It's a home for old people.
That's right.

I want to talk
to the doctor in charge.

- How many days in the week?
- Seven.

Who was the first president
of the United States?
George Washington.

- How much is three times five?
- Oh, you asked me that before.

You'll find the answer
right there at the bottom-

I'm conducting this examination.
How much is three times five?

The same as it was before- 15.

You're rather nervous,
aren't you, Mr. Sawyer?

Do you get enough sleep?
My personal habits are
of no concern to you.

I'm sorry. It’s just that
I hate to see someone tied up in-
How many fingers do you see?

Three. Oh! You bite your nails too.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Now, I want you to stand
with your feet together
and your arms extended.

Then I want you-
Muscular coordination test?

Surely. Be glad to.

[Laughs, Inhales]

You know, sometimes the cause
of nervous habits like yours
is not obvious.

No. Often they're the result
of an insecurity.

Are you happy at home,
Mr. Sawyer?
That will be all, Mr. Kringle!

The examination's over.
You may go.

Thank you.
You may go out that way.

And it may interest you to know
that I've been happily married
for 26 years.

Really? Delighted to hear it.

Good-bye.

- Get me Mrs. Walker.
- Yes, sir.

And your wife's on 672.
She says it's very important.

Agnes, how many times have I told you
not to bother me at the office?

No. Not a penny.
I give you a liberal allowance.
It's up to you to run the house on it.

If that fat, stupid brother
of yours would get a job,

you wouldn't have to be
pestering me all the time!

[Buzzes]

Mrs. Walker. I'd like
to talk to you right away
about this Kringle fellow.

Oh, yes. Dr. Pierce
from the Brooks' Home is here,

and it would be a good time
to settle the whole matter.

Sorry, Doctor, but that was Mr. Sawyer,
the gentleman I was telling you about.

Oh, yes.
He'll be right in.
He's just down the hall.

I can't tell you how we appreciate
your giving us your time, Doctor.

Not at all. As a matter of fact,
I was going to call you today.

I had a feeling, along about now,
you people would be wondering about Kris.

Oh, Dr. Pierce,
uh, Mr. Sawyer.

How do you do?
How do you do?
Mrs. Walker.

After giving this man
a comprehensive examination,

it's my considered opinion
he should be dismissed immediately.

Really? He failed to pass
the examination?

Uh, yes.
He didn't answer
the questions correctly?

Well, yes, he did,
but there was complete
lack of concentration.

He kept changing the subject.
He was even questioning me.
[Chuckles]

I don't think there's any doubt about it.
He should be placed in a mental institution.

I don't agree, Mr. Sawyer.

People are only institutionalized
to prevent them from harming
themselves or other people.

Now, Mr. Kringle
is incapable of either.

His is a delusion for good.
He only wants to be
friendly and helpful.

That's what I feel too.
There are thousands of people
walking around with similar delusions,

living perfectly normal lives
in every other respect.

A famous example
is that fellow, uh, uh-

Well, I can't think of his name,
but for years he's insisted
he's a Russian prince.

There's been all kinds of evidence
to prove him wrong, but nothing
has shaken his story.

Is he in an institution? No.

He owns a famous restaurant
in Hollywood and is a highly
respected citizen.

Dr. Pierce,
I've made a great study
of abnormal psychology...

and I've found from experience
that when a fixed delusion
is challenged,

the deluded is apt
to become violent.

I'm afraid I'll have
to disagree with you again.
But I-

If you tell Kris
there is no Santa Claus,

I grant you he'll argue the point,
but he'll not become violent.

His whole manner
suggests aggressiveness.

Look at the way he carries that cane-
and he's never without it.

I know Kris always carries a cane,
but surely you're not implying
he'd use the cane as a weapon.

Uh- Mrs. Walker, naturally,
I can't discharge this man.

That's up to you, but you
asked for my opinion,
and I've given it to you.

So, when he exhibits
his latent maniacal tendencies,
which I assure you he will,

please realize the responsibility
is completely yours.

[Door Closes]

Uh, speaking of delusions.

Now we're right back
where we started.

No, we're not.
After listening to Dr. Pierce,
I feel perfectly confident.

Yes, but if anything happens,
you won't get blamed, I will.

Mrs. Walker,
nothing's going to happen.

And please don't feel that
what I've said was prompted
by my affection for Kris.

- My specialty is geriatrics.
- Huh?

The treatment
of the diseases of old age.

I've had quite a bit of experience,
and I assure you Kris has no
"latent maniacal tendencies."

You'll probably want to discuss this
with Mr. Shellhammer,
so I'll be on my way.

May I see Kris?
Why certainly, Doctor.

Use the employees' elevator.
It's much quicker.
It's the same one you came up.

Now, where is that?
I'm a little twisted.
I'll show you, Doctor.

That isn't necessary.
I'll find my way.

You understand
my position, Doctor.

If there’s the slightest possibility
of his becoming violent
or getting into any trouble,

I could-
What possible trouble
could he get into?

All that's got to happen
is for a policeman
to ask him his name.

A big argument-
clang-clang, Bellevue.

You can prevent that very simply.
There must be someone at the store
who could rent a room out to him.

Then they could both ride
to and from work together.

I'd just as soon he didn't
take that long train ride
out to Great Neck twice a day.

That'd solve everything.
If someone was with him, they
could steer him away from trouble.

You mean,
sort of take custody of him?

Do you think he'd agree to that?
I'll talk to him.
I'm sure he will.

In that case, he can stay.
Good.

Thank you.
It's the seventh floor, Doctor,
and thank you very much.

You're welcome. Bye.
Bye, Doctor.

Well, I'm sure you made
a wise decision.

Now, let's see.
Who could rent him a room?

You. Your son's away at school.
What about his room?
Well, I-

Well, I don't mind.

I'd be glad to, but I'm positive
Mrs. Shellhammer wouldn't like it.

She's a little-
Say, I have an idea.

We always have martinis
before dinner.

I'll make them
double strength tonight.

I'll bet after a couple of them,
she'll be more receptive
to the idea.

But Kris is through work at 6:00.
What about the in-between time?

You'll take him home
to dinner.

I'll call you as soon
as my wife's plast-
uh, feeling gay.

Oh, no.
Really, Mrs. Walker.

If I am willing to let my wife
have a big headache
in the morning,

the least you can do is to have
a little headache tonight.

All right.
Won't take
but an hour or so.

By that time, everything
will be quite all right.

Oh, good. Very good.

What sort of games do you
play with the other children
in the apartment building here?

I don't play much with them.

- They play silly games.
- They do?

Like today, they were
in the basement playing zoo,

and all of them were animals!

When I came down, Homer-
He was supposed to be the zookeeper.

He said, "What kind
of an animal are you?"

And I said, "I'm not an animal.
I'm a girl."

And he said, "Only animals
allowed here. Good-bye."
So I came upstairs.

Why didn't you tell him
you were a lion or a bear?

Because I'm not
a bear or a lion.
[Laughs] Yes.

But the other children
were only children, and they
were pretending to be animals.

But that's what makes
the game so silly.
Oh, I don't think so.

Sounds like
a wonderful game to me.

Of course, in order to play it,
you've got to have an imagination.

Do you know
what the imagination is?

Oh, sure. That's when you see things,
but they're not really there.

Well, that can be caused
by other things too.

No, to me the imagination
is a place all by itself-
a separate country.

Now, you've heard of
the French nation,
the British nation.

Well, this is
the Imagination.

It's a wonderful place.

How would you like to be
able to make snowballs
in the summertime, eh?

Or drive a great big bus
right down Fifth Avenue.

How would you like to have
a ship all to yourself...

that makes daily trips
to China and Australia?

How would you like to be
the Statue of Liberty in the morning...

and in the afternoon fly south
with a flock of geese?

It's very simple.
Of course, it takes practice.

Now, the first thing
you've got to learn
is how to pretend.

And the next time Homer
says, "What kind
of animal are you?"

You tell him
you're a monkey.

But I don't know
how to be a monkey.
Sure you do.

Here. I'll show you.
Now, just bend your body
over a little like that.

Let your arms hang loose.
See?

Now put your right hand
up here, under here.

That's right.
Now scratch yourself. See?
That's right. Now, then.

[Speaking Tongue-tied]
Put your tongue under your lips,
over your teeth. Hmm?

[Tongue-tied]
Like this?
Like that. That's right.

Now, then, scratch
yourself and chatter.
See?

[Both Chattering]

On the contrary, Haislip, Haislip,
Sherman, Mackenzie and Haislip...

have been very kind to me.

But being an exceptional lawyer,
I want to open my own office.

Would you put this
in Susan's place for me,
please?

I think you can take the meat out.
It should be done.

[Susan Chattering]
[Kris] No, no.
Don't forget to scratch now.

Put your tongue up
in front of the teeth.
[Chattering]

That's right. Talk
to the other monkeys.
What's going on here?

Oh. We're just having
our first lesson in pretending.

Doing quite well at it too.
That's right. Go on now.
[Chattering]

Call the other monkeys.
That's right.

Now you're a goose.
No, you mustn't be a goose.

Be a monkey. See?
[Chattering]

Mr. Kringle?
Yes?

Mrs. Walker just happened
to mention that they're looking
for a room for you here in town.

That's right. Dr. Pierce
doesn't want me to make
that long trip every day.

Well, I was just thinking.

I'm all alone in my apartment-

twin beds and plenty of room.

Um, if you’d like to move in with me,
I'd be only too happy to have you.

That's awfully nice of you.

You could ride to and from work
every day with Mrs. Walker and-

Yes.

Give me a chance to really
talk things over with her.

[Imitating Monkey Chattering]

Now, don't forget to scratch.
You're not scratching.

You're not-
[Chattering Continues]

Besides, I could see Susie
now and then. Yes.

Mr. Gailey, it's a deal.
Good.

- [Phone Ringing]
- We'll drive out after dinner
and get your things.

Thanks.
Hello? Oh, yes.
Just a moment.

It's a Mr. Shellhammer.
Thanks.

Hello? Hello, Mr. Shellhammer.

Yes. Just a moment.
Mrs. Shellhammer
wants to talk to you.

I made the martinis triple strength,
and she feels wonderful.

[Giggling]
Here, my pet.

Thank you. Hello?

Hello?
No, no, no, no.
No, dear.

[Laughing]
Thank you, darling.

Hello!
No, no, no, dear.

There.
Oh, darling!
How silly of me.

[Singsongy]
Hello!

Why, we'd love to have Santa Claus
come and stay with us.

Mm-hmm.
[Giggles]

I think it would be
simply charming.

Oh, and so do I, Mrs. Shellhammer.
Just a moment.

It's Mrs. Shellhammer,
and they have the loveliest room,

and they'd be so happy
if you’d stay with them.

That's very sweet of them.
Please thank them very much.

But I'm going to stay
with Mr. Gailey.
Mr. Gailey?

I think I'd better
get the meat.

Yes, I understand that,
but there must be something
you want for Christmas,

something you haven't even
told your mother about, eh?

[Gum Pops]
Ah, come on now.

Why don't you
give me a chance?

Well-

That's what I want
for Christmas.

- You mean a doll's house like this?
- No, a real house.

A real-
If you’re really Santa Claus,
you can get it for me.

And if you can't, you're only
a nice man with a white beard,
like Mother said.

Now, wait a minute, Susie.

Just because every child
can't get his wish, that doesn't
mean there isn't a Santa Claus.

That's what I thought
you'd say.

No, but don't you see, dear?
Some children wish for things
they couldn't possibly use-

like real locomotives
or B-29s.

But this isn't like
a locomotive or a B-29.

It's awful big
for a little girl like you.

What could you possibly do
with a house like this?

Live in it with my mother.
But you've got
this lovely apartment.

I don't think it's lovely.

I want a backyard with a great
big tree to put a swing on and-

- I guess you can't get it, huh?
- I didn't say that.

No.

Well, it's a tall order,
but I'll do my best.

- May I keep this picture?
- Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Good night, Susie.
Good night, Mr. Kringle.

[Pops]

Nice place you've got here.

And was I lucky
to get it.

You, uh- You like
living in Manhattan?
Oh, it's all right.

Of course, someday
I'd like to get a place
on Long Island.

Not a big house, just one of
those junior partner deals
around Manhasset.

I know just the kind
of place you mean.

One of those little, uh,
colonial houses.

Mm-hmm. Either that
or a Cape Cod.

Yeah. You know,
I think you're right
about Mrs. Walker.

A little more effort
on your part, and she might
crawl out of that shell.

Take her out to dinner
or the theater.

Mmm. I've tried that.
She's always too busy with her job.

Well, try a little harder.

Those two are a couple of lost souls,
and it's up to us to help them.

I'll take care of Susie
if you’ll take care of her mother.

It's a deal.
Good. Ready?

Oh, no, you don't.
I'm not going to be
cheated this way.

All my life I've wondered something,
and now's my chance to find out.

I'm gonna find the answer to a question
that's puzzled the world for centuries.

Does Santa Claus sleep
with his whiskers outside or in?

Always sleep with them out.

Cold air makes 'em grow.
Ah.

[People Chattering]

Joe, we're running out
of books.
I'll get some for you right away.

And I need some more
Wanamaker's!

Yes, I know just what you want.

We don't carry that brand,
but I think Gimbels does.

Let me see.
Yes, here it is!

I thought I noticed it before.

2.98. Looks like
an exceptional bargain.
Yes. Yes, it does.

Thank you.
Not at all. Not at all.

And why didn't one of you
think of this idea?

It's the greatest goodwill policy
I ever heard of.

Every shopper in New York City
suddenly thinks of Macy
as a benevolent soul,

thinking only of the welfare
of the public.

And what does that make Gimbel?
Nothing but a profiteering money-grubber.

Well, two can play at this game.

From now on, if we haven't got
what the customer wants,
send him back to Macy's.

And what's more,
we'll do the same thing...

in our stores in Philadelphia,
Milwaukee and Pittsburgh.

Now get to work on it
right away.
Can you imagine anything like that?

So, Gimbel's doing it in Philadelphia,
Pittsburgh and Milwaukee, eh?

Yes, and very successfully.
Well, we can cover
the country too.

Notify our stores in San Francisco,
Atlanta, Toledo and Newark
to get going right away.

All right, R.H.
All right, Mr. Macy.

[Reporters Chattering]

Look this way,
Mr. Gimbel.
Hold it, Mr. Gimbel.

Now one more.
[Reporter]
Shake hands!

That's fine!
Thanks!
Good.

Now we'll take some
at my store.
Uh, just a minute.

I have something
I'd like to give
our friend here.

This is just a little something
to show my appreciation
for all you've done.

Thank you, Mr. Macy.

Ooh! That's very kind of you.

I didn't think you were that generous.

That's a bit of money.
What are you going to do with it?

Well, I have a friend- a doctor.

He's been very kind to me.
He needs an X-ray machine.

Oh, I don't think
that's going to be enough.

I better give you-
I'll make up the difference.

- Buy it through the store
and get 10% discount.
- I can get it for cost.

[All Laughing]

Good night, Susan.
[Muffled]
Good night, Cleo.

Would you like me to sing you
a little good-night song?

If you want to.

Doesn't your mother
ever sing to you at night?
Mm-mmm. Why should she?

Oh, no reason.
I- I just think it's kind of nice.

- Do you like "Market"?
- All right.

♪ To market, to market
to buy a fat pig ♪

♪ Home again, home again
Jiggety jig ♪

♪ To market, to market
to buy a fat hog ♪

♪ Home again, home again
Jiggety- ♪♪

Amazing.

- Do you happen
to have a spare piece?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, here goes.

[Gum Pops]

Oh!
[Groans]

[Spitting]

[Chattering]

Hello, Alfred.
Hello, Kris.

How about a little game
of checkers after lunch, eh?

Leave us not today, Kris.
I- I don't feel like it.

Oh, what's the matter?
Nothing. Nothing.

Well, something is wrong.
What is it?

Well, remember I was telling you
how I liked to play Santa Claus
over at the "Y" on Christmas...

and- and give out packages
to the young kids?
Yeah.

Well, I was telling that
to Mr. Sawyer, see, and-

Well, he says that's very bad.

Sawyer? You mean-

That's the one. He's a psy-
a psychologist, you know.

Well, that's a debatable point.

Why is it bad?
Does he say?
Oh, sure.

He says that guys who dress up
like Santa Claus, see,
and give presents away...

do it because when they was young,
they must've did something bad,

and they feel guilty about it.

So now they do something
they think is good
to make up for it, see?

It's what he calls
"a guilt complex."

How old are you, Alfred?
Seventeen.

Seventeen.

It doesn't seem to me that you've had
time to be guilty of anything much
except overeating.

It's nothing to laugh about, Kris.
It's pretty serious, he says.

It's a lot of rubbish, Alfred.
Don't listen to him.

Oh, he knows what he's talking about.

He's been studying that stuff
for a long time.

Oh. Well, what's the basis
of this guilt complex
you're supposed to have?

Does he say that?

Well, he ain't found out yet.

It's probably way down
inside of me someplace, see?

Maybe somethin' that happened to me
when I was a baby, he says.

It takes time, but he'll do it, he says.

You mean you're going
to him again?

Oh, sure. I go every day for a little while,
after I finish my lunch.

Uh, he don't soak me nothin'.

He's doing it for free 'cause-
'cause I'm an interesting case.

Yes. What else has he found
wrong with you, Alfred?

Anything else?
No.

Oh, just that I hate my father.

I didn't know it, but he says I do.

And he sees you every day?

Yeah, I just sit in a chair and say
anything that comes into my head.

Excuse me, Alfred.

A few things have just
come into my head,
and I'm going to say them.

[Door Opens]

What do you mean
bursting into my office like this?

Are you a licensed psychiatrist?
What business is it of yours?

I have great respect for psychiatry...

and great contempt for meddling amateurs
who go around practicing it.

You have no more right to analyze Alfred
than a dentist has to remove a gallbladder.

I beg your pardon!
Your job here, I understand,
is to give intelligence tests.

Passing yourself off as a psychologist.
You ought to be horsewhipped.

Taking a normal, impressionable boy
like Alfred and filling him up
with complexes and phobias.

I think I'm better equipped
to judge that than you are.

Just because the boy wants
to be good and kind to children,
you tell him he has a guilt complex.

Having the same delusion, you
couldn't possibly understand.

The boy is definitely maladjusted,
and I'm helping him.

Maladjusted?
You talk about maladjustment?

Seems to me that the patient
is running the clinic here.
I won't stand-

Leave this office immediately.

Either you stop analyzing Alfred,

or I go straight to Mr. Macy
and tell him what a malicious,
contemptible fraud you are.

Get out before I
have you thrown out.

There's only one way
to handle a man like you.

You won't listen to reason.
You're heartless.

You have no humanity.
Are you going to leave?

Yes.

Ow!

Kris?
Mr. Sawyer!

Mr. Sawyer,
are you all right?
Look at that bump!

Mr. Saw- He's unconscious.
Better get a wet towel.

No, better get a doctor.
Mr. Sawyer.

[Doris]
You must have done
something to him.

I tell you, we were merely talking.

The moment I mentioned Santa Claus-

the moment I attacked his delusion-
he became violent.

I told you he had latent
maniacal tendencies.

Well, I think this prove- proves it.

Maybe we'd better have Dr. Pierce
give him another examination.

Dr. Pierce!
He doesn't know anything
about this sort of thing.

He's a general practitioner.
You must admit,
this is rather serious.

Perhaps we'd better get
a competent psychiatrist.

He's taken dozens
of those examinations
and passed them all 100%.

Well, in view of this, it's possible
his condition has changed.

I don't think we can take any chances.
Really, I don't.

I can't see any harm in it.
If he passes the test,
he can return to work immediately.

And if he doesn't, well it-
it's better we find out.
I suppose so.

You better have
the examination right away,
before he tells Mr. Ma-

before Mr. Macy finds out.

Oh, yes. Oh, my, yes.
You explain to Mr. Kringle.
After all, you're a friend of his.

I won't do it. I can't do it.
I've grown very fond of him.

This would be like
coming out and telling him
that I thought he was insane.

You don't call this
acting normal, do you?
Of course I don't.

But there are thousands
of other old people
who aren't normal either.

This is going to hurt Kris
very deeply, and I don't
want to be the one to do it!

[Door Opens, Slams Shut]

♪♪ [Muzak: Christmas]
[Crowd Chattering]

I don't think that would
be very fair to him.
I'll tell him the truth.

I always believe
in being truthful with people.

If he sees me or you mention psychiatrist,
it's more or less attacking his delusion again.

He's apt to become violent.
But in front of the children?
Oh, but that'd be terrible.

You'd better get him out of the store
on some other pretext.

Then, once outside,
I'll explain it to him.
All right.

If you think
that it's better that way.

Please keep a straight line.
All day long to see Santa Claus.

[Yelps]

Mr. Kringle.
Yeah?

Mrs. Walker wanted me to tell you
we're going to take some publicity
pictures this afternoon...

down- down at the city hall,
you and the mayor.

Good. Like to meet him.

A few things I'd like
to talk over with him.

Oh, but I've made
an appointment
with Mr. Macy at 4:00.

Want to tell him
about something.

You'll be back in plenty of time.
There's a car waiting for you downstairs.

It's starting to drizzle.
You'll need a coat. I'll get it.

Thanks. I'll be right with you.

Just want to take care of
a few of these kiddies first.
All right.

Where to?
Bellevue.

Bellevue?

- Did she know about this?
- Yes. We all discussed it.

The second party shall,
in consideration of the property
hereby agreed to be conveyed...

by the first party
to the second party-
[Ringing]

Excuse me, Gertrude.
Telephone.

Hello. Yes. Yes.

Why, yes, we share
an apartment together.

Bellevue? But why, Doctor?
What did he-

Oh, he's quite comfortable.

He's going to be with us
for a few days,

and he was wondering
if you could bring over
his personal things.

Yes.

Yes, in view of his examination,

I'm afraid I shall have
to recommend commitment.

Well, yes, I- I know, Mr. Gailey,
but I'd rather speak to you in person.

I'll be right over, Doctor.

[Doorbell Buzzes]

See the new patient.
Thanks.

Not at all.

Hello, Kris.
Fred.

Why'd you do it, Kris?

You deliberately failed
that examination, didn't you?

Why?
Why?

Because the last few days,
I've had great hope.

I had a feeling Doris was
beginning to believe in me.

Now I find out she was only
just humoring me all the time.

But I just talked to her
on the phone.

She didn't know anything
about that taking pictures
with the mayor.

That was Sawyer's idea.
Hmm?

Well, I'm glad of that.

But why didn't she come to me
and explain the whole thing?

She didn't want to hurt you.

But only because I was
a nice, kind, old man
and she was sorry for me.

That's not true.
Yes, it is.
She had doubts.

That's why she was just sorry.

If you’d been dragged off here
instead of me, she wouldn't
have been sorry.

She'd have been furious.
All right. She had doubts.

Why not? She hasn't really
believed in anything for years.

You can't expect her
to suddenly-
Oh, it's not just Doris.

There's Mr. Sawyer.
He's contemptible, dishonest,

selfish, deceitful, vicious.

Yet he's out there,
and I'm in here.

He's called normal,
and I'm not.

Well, if that’s normal,
I don't want it.

That's why I answered
the questions incorrectly.

But, Kris, you can't
just think of yourself.

What happens to you
matters to a lot of other people,

people like me who believe
in what you stand for.

And people like-like Susie
who are just beginning to.

You can't quit.
You can't let them down.

No, I suppose I shouldn't.

Who knows? Maybe someday,
the Sawyers will be in here
instead of out there.

You're right. I ought
to be ashamed of myself.

Even if we can't win,
we can go down swinging.

Let's get out of here.
Now, wait a minute.

You're forgetting.
You flunked your examination, but good.

[Chuckling]
Oh, yes. I forgot.

I said Calvin Coolidge
was the first president.

I can imagine what
they're thinking of me
for saying that.

[Chuckles]
But you'll get me out of this.
You'll think of something.

It's not gonna be easy, Kris.

Oh, it will be for you. I believe you're
the greatest lawyer since Darrow.

Just a second, Kris.
You're putting me
in an awful spot.

But I believe in you.
You can't let me down.
But you don't understand. It-

I'll do everything
I can, Kris.
Thank you.

Good-bye.
Good-bye.

That's a lot of nonsense.
Dangerous, my foot!

I don't care
if he failed 10 examinations.
You had no right to do it.

Now, you get the case
dropped tomorrow,

or you might have another lump
to match the one that Kris gave you.

Yes, Mr. Macy.

"Age unknown."
Old man, huh?

Very old, Your Honor.
I suppose I'll have
to read all this.

You can take my word for it.

Just routine commitment papers-
cut and dried.

The man calls himself Kris Kringle.
Thinks he's Santa Claus.

Uh-oh.

[Knocking]
Come in.

A Mr. Gailey to see you, Your Honor.
He represents Mr. Kringle.

Better show him in.

Good morning.
Your Honor, there seems
to be undue haste in this case.

I wish to protect my client's rights,
as I'm sure you do.
Of course, of course.

If Your Honor please,
I request a formal hearing
to which I may bring witnesses.

I thought you said
this was cut and dry.
That's what I was told.

I didn't know anything
about a protest.

You may sign commitment papers now,
if you wish, Your Honor,

but I shall bring in an habeas corpus
this afternoon.

There's no point in signing.

We'll have a hearing on, uh,
Monday morning at 10:00.

Thank you, Your Honor.
Good day.

Thank you.

Uh, that man- I heard him say something
about Mr. Kringle before. Who is he?

His name is Gailey- Kringle's lawyer.

Probably grabbed the case
to get some cheap publicity.
Publicity?

We can't have that, Mr. Mara.
Mr. Macy would rather drop
the whole thing right now.

It can't be done.
It's too late now.

Kringle has been examined
by psychiatrists at the city hospital.

It has to go through
the regular routine.
We must avoid publicity.

I- Oh.

Mr. Gailey, I represent Mr. Macy.
My name's Sawyer.

Oh, so you're Sawyer.
Yes.
[Nervous Chuckle]

Now, regarding
this Kringle matter-

We're very anxious
to avoid publicity of any kind.
Naturally.

So, if you would agree
to put this matter through,
uh, quietly,

I'm sure we could find
some generous way of
expressing our appreciation.

Very interesting.
Then you'll cooperate?

Very interesting. Publicity. Hmm.
You know, that's not a bad idea.

If I'm gonna win this case,
I'm gonna have to have
public opinion and plenty of it.

And publicity's just the way to do it.

Thanks, Mr. Sawyer.

Oh, Mr. Gailey.
Mr. Gailey, wait a minute.
I just want to talk.

Mr. Gailey,
one moment, please.

Well, I- I don't see
what they're making
such a fuss about.

After all,
he's an old man and-

How you been feeling lately, Henry?
You look a little run-down.

Me? Why, I feel fine.
Never better.

Why don't you go and see the doc,
take a few weeks off?

Go fishin'. Go huntin'.
Go anyplace.

Why should I?
Because this Kringle case
is dynamite.

Let some judge handle it
that isn't coming up
for reelection.

I can't do that.
Henry, listen.
I'm no legal brain trust.

I don't know a habeas
from a corpus.

But I do know politics.
That's my racket.

I got you elected, didn't I?
And I'm gonna try
to get you reelected.

I know, Charlie.
Don't misunderstand me.

I appreciate everything
that you've done for me.

And I'm telling you
to get off this case.
But why?

Because you're a regular Pontius Pilate
the minute you start. That's why.

Oh, I don't believe it.

I'm an honest man,

and nobody's going to hold it against me
for doing my duty as I see it.

[Together]
Grandma! Grandma!

Grandma! Grandma!
Grandma! Grandma!

[Chuckling]
Good night, Terry.
Good night, Alice.

Now straight to bed.

I promised your mother
you'd be in bed by 8:00,
and it's way past.

Aren't you coming too?
Mm-hmm. I'll be up in a minute
to tuck you in. Now scoot!

Now, how about a great big kiss
for Grandpa, hmm?

Hmph!
Hmph!

A fine way to treat
their grandfather-
no hug, no kiss, no anything.

I don't blame them.
Any man who puts
Santa Claus on trial for lunacy.

See what I mean?

[Door Closes]

[Spectators Chattering]
Hey.

[Chattering]

Oh, don't worry about me.
I've got the best lawyer
in the world.

H-How long do you think
this will take?

Maybe a week.
A week?

That seems impossible.
All that has to be done is-

You don't think that lawyer's
going to be stupid enough
to let him admit anything, do you?

He's naturally going to deny everything.
And I'll bring witnesses,
and he'll bring witnesses.

[Gavel Rapping]
[Bailiff]
Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye.

All persons having business
with the Special Term, Part 3
of the supreme court...

held in and for the County of New York,

draw near and give your attendance,
and ye shall be heard.

In the matter of Kris Kringle, Your Honor,
the commitment papers are before you.

If Your Honor please,
I should like to call
the first witness.

Mr. Kringle,
will you take the stand?

Good morning, Your Honor.

You do solemnly swear that
the testimony you are about
to give in the cause before this court...

shall be the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

I do.
Uh-

Before you begin, Mr. Mara,
I want to explain to the witness...

that this is a hearing,
not a trial.

Mr. Kringle, you don't have to answer
any questions against your wishes...

or even testify at all.

We have no objection,
Your Honor.

Oh, I'll be glad to answer
any questions I can.

What is your name?
Kris Kringle.

Where do you live?
That's what this hearing
will decide.

[Spectators Laughing]

[Gavel Rapping]

A very sound answer,
Mr. Kringle.

Do you believe
that you're Santa Claus?
Of course.

The State rests, Your Honor.

Well, Mr. Gailey, do you wish
to cross-examine the witness?

I believe he was employed
to "play" Santa Claus.

Perhaps he didn't understand
the question correctly.

Oh, I understood the question
perfectly, Your Honor.

No further questions
at this time.

[Quiet Gasp]
Thank you.

In view of this statement,
do you still wish to put in
a defense, young man?

I do, Your Honor.

I'm fully aware
of my client's opinions.

In fact, that's the entire case
against him.

All these complicated tests
and reports boil down to this.

Mr. Kringle is not sane because
he believes himself to be Santa Claus.

An entirely logical and reasonable
assumption, I'm afraid.

It would be if the clerk here
or Mr. Mara or I believed
that we were Santa Claus.

Anyone who thinks
he's Santa Claus is not sane.

Not necessarily.

You believe yourself
to be Judge Harper,

yet no one questions your sanity
because you are Judge Harper.

I know all about myself,
young man.

Mr. Kringle is the subject
of this hearing.
Yes, Your Honor.

And if he is the person
he believes himself to be,
just as you are,

then he's just as sane.

Granted, but he isn't.
Oh, but he is, Your Honor.

Is what?
I intend to prove that
Mr. Kringle is Santa Claus.

- [Spectators Clamoring]
- He's crazy too.

[Gavel Rapping]

[Doorbell Buzzes]

Hello.
Hello, darling.
Sorry I'm late.

Get your coat. I reserved
our regular table at Luigi's.
We're gonna celebrate.

What are we celebrating?
Read all about it!

Gailey throws bombshell
in New York Supreme Court.
Yes, I read that.

Oh, I didn't see this-
Front page. Good, good.

You're not serious
about this.
Of course I am.

But you can't possibly prove
that he's Santa Claus.
Why not?

You saw Macy and Gimbel
shaking hands.

That wasn't possible either,
but it happened.
Honestly, Fred-

It's the best defense I can use-
completely logical
and completely unexpected.

And completely idiotic.

What about your bosses-
Haislip and Mackenzie
and the rest of them?

What do they say?

Hmm. That I am jeopardizing
the prestige and dignity
of an old, established law firm,

and either I drop this
impossible case immediately
or they will drop me.

See?
I beat them to it.
I quit.

Fred, you didn't!
Of course I did.
I can't let Kris down.

He needs me,
and all the rest of us need him.

Look, darling,
he's a nice old man,

and I admire you
for wanting to help him,

but you've got to be realistic
and face facts.

You can’t just
throw your career away
because of a sentimental whim.

But I'm not throwing
my career away.

But if Haislip feels that way,
so will every other
law firm in town.

I'm sure they will.
Then I'll open my own office.

And what kind of cases
will you get?

Oh, probably a lot of people like Kris
that are being pushed around.

That's the only fun in law anyway.

I promise you, if you believe in me
and have faith in me, everything will-

You don't have any faith
in me, do you?

It's not a question of faith.
It’s just common sense.

Faith is believing in things
when common sense
tells you not to.

[Sighs]
Don't you see?

It's not just Kris that's on trial.
It's everything he stands for.

Oh, Fred.
It's kindness and joy and love
and all the other intangibles.

Oh, Fred! You're talking like a child!
You're living in a realistic world.

And those lovely intangibles of yours
are attractive, but not worth very much.

You don't get ahead that way.
That all depends on what
you call getting ahead.

Evidently, you and I have
different definitions.

These last few days,
we've talked about
some wonderful plans.

Then you go on
an idealistic binge.

You give up your job,
you throw away all your security,

and then you expect me
to be happy about it!

Yes, I guess
I expected too much.

Look, Doris, someday
you're gonna find out...

that your way of facing
this realistic world
just doesn't work.

And when you do,
don't overlook
those lovely intangibles.

You'll discover
they're the only things
that are worthwhile.

These reporters make me
look like a sadistic monster...

who likes to drown cats
and tear the wings
off butterflies.

Why, this old man is-
Oh, Tommy. Go in and get
Mother's scissors, will you?

They're in the bedroom.
That's a good boy.

I don't want you to discuss
this case in front of him.
It would break his heart.

And while we're on the subject,
I agree with the reporters.

Mr. Kringle seems to be a nice old man,
and I don't see why you have
to keep persecuting him.

Firstly, I am not persecuting him.
I am prosecuting him.

And secondly,
I like the old man too.

I wish I'd never gotten into this.

But it's too late now,
and there's nothing
I can do about it.

It's up to the State of New York,
and I'm just their duly appointed
legal representative.

Kringle has been declared
a menace to society
by competent doctors,

and it's my duty to protect
the State of New York
and see that he's put away.

No matter what they
may say about me,
I've got to do it.

Sometimes I wish I'd married
a butcher or... plumber.

Well, my dear, if I lose this case,
it's very possible that
you'll get your wish.

Hello, Kris.

Your name?
R.H. Macy.

You are the owner of one of the biggest
department stores in New York City?

The biggest.

Mr. Macy, if you recognize
the gentleman seated there,
will you tell us who he is?

Kris Kringle.
Your employee, is he not?

Yes.
Do you believe him
to be truthful?

Yes.

Do you believe him
to be of sound mind?
I certainly do.

Mr. Macy, you are under oath.
Do you really believe that
this man is Santa Claus?

Well, I-

Well, he gives every indication-

I asked you, Mr. Macy,
do you really believe
that this man is Santa Claus?

- I do.
- What'd you say?

[Spectators Laughing]
That's all.

[Gavel Rapping]

Psychologist!

Where'd you graduate from,
a correspondence school?

You're fired.

Your Honor,
I object to this testimony.

It's ridiculous, irrelevant
and immaterial.

Mr. Gailey is making
a circus out of this court.

There is no such person as Santa Claus,
and everybody knows it.

Your Honor, I submit
it's purely a matter of opinion.

Can Mr. Mara offer any proof
that there is no Santa Claus?
No, and I do not intend to.

This is not a nursery.
It's the New York State
Supreme Court,

and I'll not waste this court's time
with such childish nonsense.

Mr. Mara seems to have appointed
himself the judge here, Your Honor.

He's now ruling on
what testimony I may introduce.

Your Honor, we request
an immediate ruling
from this court.

Is there, or is there not
a Santa Claus?

Well-
[Halloran Clears Throat]

The court will take a short recess
to consider the matter.

I don't care what you do
with old whisker puss,

but if you go back in there and rule
that there's no Santa Claus,

you better start looking
for that chicken farm right now.

Why, we won't even be able
to put you in the primaries.

But, Charlie, listen to reason.
I'm a responsible judge.

I've taken an oath.

How can I seriously rule
that there is a Santa Claus?

Why don't you li-

All right.
You go back and tell 'em...

that the New York State
Supreme Court rules
there's no Santa Claus.

It's all over the papers.

The kids read it, and they don't
hang up their stockings.

Now, what happens to all the toys
that are supposed to be
in those stockings?

Nobody buys 'em.

The toy manufacturers
are gonna like that.

So they have to lay off
a lot of their employees-
union employees.

Now you got the C.I.O.
and the A.F. of L. against you,

and they're gonna
adore you for it.

And they're gonna say it
with votes.

Oh, and the department stores
are gonna love you too.

And the Christmas card makers.
And the candy companies.

[Chuckling]
Oh, Henry, you're gonna be
an awful popular fella.

And what about
the Salvation Army?

Why, they've got
a Santy Claus on every corner,
and they take in a fortune.

But you go ahead, Henry.
You do it your way.

You go on back in there
and tell 'em that you rule
there's no Santy Claus.

Go on.

But if you do, remember this.

You can count on getting
just two votes-

your own and that
district attorney's out there.

The district attorney's a Republican.

[Gavel Raps]
[Bailiff]
All rise!

[Gavel Raps]

Before making a ruling,

this court has consulted
the highest authority available.

The question of Santa Claus seems
to be largely a matter of opinion.

Many people firmly
believe in him.

Others do not.

The tradition of American justice...

demands a broad and unprejudiced view
of such a controversial matter.

This court, therefore,
intends to keep an open mind.

- We shall hear evidence on either side.
- He's crazy too.

Your Honor, the burden of proof
for this ridiculous contention...

clearly rests with my opponent.

Can he produce any evidence
to support his views?

If Your Honor please, I can.

Will Thomas Mara
please take the stand?
Who, me?

Thomas Mara Junior.

[Spectators Murmuring]

Hello, Daddy.

Here you are, Tommy.

Tommy, you know the difference
between telling the truth
and telling a lie, don't you?

Gosh, everybody knows
you shouldn't tell a lie,
especially in court.

[Spectators Chuckling]
Proceed, Mr. Gailey.

- Do you believe in Santa Claus, Tommy?
- Sure, I do.

He gave me a brand-new
Flexible Flyer sled last year.

And this year-
And, uh, what does
he look like?

There he is, sitting there!

Your Honor, I protest!

Overruled.

Tell me, Tommy.
Why are you so sure
there's a Santa Claus?

Because my daddy
told me so.

- Didn't you, Daddy?
- [Spectators Chuckling]

And you believe your daddy,
don't you, Tommy?
He's a very honest man.

Course he is.
My daddy wouldn't tell me
anything that wasn't so.

- Would you, Daddy?
- [Spectators Laughing]

Thank you, Tommy.

Good-bye, Daddy.

Your Honor-

Don't forget-
a real, official football helmet.

[Whispering]
Don't worry, Tommy.
You'll get it.

[Spectators Chuckling]

Your Honor, the State of New York
concedes the existence of Santa Claus.

[Spectators Laughing]

But in so conceding, we ask that
Mr. Gailey cease presenting
personal opinion as evidence.

The state could bring in
hundreds of witnesses
with opposite opinions.

But it's our desire
to shorten this hearing
rather than prolong it.

I, therefore, request that Mr. Gailey
now submit authoritative proof...

that Mr. Kringle is the one
and only Santa Claus.

Your point's well-taken, Mr. Mara.
I'm afraid we must agree.

Mr. Gailey, are you prepared
to show that Mr. Kringle
is Santa Claus...

on the basis
of competent authority?

Not at this time, Your Honor.
I ask for an adjournment
until tomorrow.

The court stands adjourned
till tomorrow afternoon at 3:00.

[Spectators Chattering]

[No Audible Dialogue]

Well, I- I guess that's that.

There's a way, Alfred.
There's got to be.

[No Audible Dialogue]

Well, it's hard to explain.

You see, they're having, well,
sort of a trial about him.

You mean like for a murder?

Oh, no, no. It isn't
that kind of a trial.

It’s just because
he says he's Santa Claus.

But I've got a feeling
he is Santa Claus, Mother.

Some people don't believe that.
That's why they're having this-

But he's so kind and nice and jolly.

He's not like anyone else.
He must be Santa.

I think perhaps
you're right, Susie.

Is Mr. Kringle sad now, Mother?

I'm afraid he is.
I'm sure he misses you and-

Then I'm going to write him a letter
right now and cheer him up.

[Machinery Clattering, Whirring]

Hey, Lou! Come here.
Yeah.

Hey, here's a new one.

I seen 'em write to Santa Claus,
North Pole, South Pole
and every other place.

Here's a kid writes,
"Kris Kringle, New York
County Courthouse."

Can you beat that?
The kid's right.

They got him on trial down there.

He claims that he's Santy Claus,
and the D.A. claims that he's nuts.

Here. Read it for yourself.
Right on the front page.

Hey, uh- Hey, Lou, how many
Santy Claus letters we got down
at the dead letter office?

I don't know. There must be
about 50,000 of 'em.

Bags and bags all over the joint,
and there's more comin' in every day.

Yeah. Hey, uh- Hey, Lou.
Yeah.

Uh, it'd be kind of nice
to get rid of 'em.
Wouldn't it, huh?

Yeah, but-

Hey, that's a wonderful idea, Al.

I mean, after all, why should we
be bothered with all that stuff, huh?

Why don't you get a couple of trucks
up here- big ones- right away?

Load 'em with all
that Santa Claus mail...

and deliver it to Mr. Kringle
down at the courthouse.

Let somebody else
worry about it, huh?
Hey, Frank!

Hey!

♪Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way ♪

[Spectators Chattering]

Hello, Kris.
Fred.

Kris, I'm afraid I've got
bad news for you.

I've tried every way
to get some competent authority.

I've wired the governor, the mayor.
I even wired-

This is worth more to me
than all the governors
and mayors in the world.

It's all over, George.
Look at him.

He hasn't got a thing.

[No Audible Dialogue]

And furthermore,

the defense has yet to offer
one concrete piece of evidence...

to substantiate
this preposterous claim-

not one competent authoritative proof
that this man is Santa Claus.

In view of these facts, and especially
since today is Christmas Eve-

we're naturally all anxious
to get to our homes-

I ask that you sign
the commitment papers
without further delay.

Mr. Gailey, have you
anything further to offer?

Yes, I have, Your Honor.

I'd like to submit
the following facts in evidence.

It concerns the post office
department,

an official agency
of the United States government.

"The post office department
was created by the Second
Continental Congress...

"on July 26, 1776.

"The first postmaster general
was Benjamin Franklin.

"The post office department
is one of the largest business
concerns in the world.

"Last year, under Robert Hannegan,
it did a gross business...

of $1,112,877,174."

Your Honor, I'm sure
we're all gratified to know...

the post office department
is doing so nicely,

but it hardly has
any bearing on this case.

It has a great deal, Your Honor,
if I may be allowed to proceed.

By all means, Mr. Gailey.

Your Honor, the figures
I have just quoted...

indicate an efficiently run
organization.

Furthermore, the United States
postal laws and regulations
make it a criminal offense...

to willfully misdirect mail
or intentionally deliver it
to the wrong party.

Consequently, the department
uses every possible precaution.

Your Honor, The State of New York
is second to none...

in its admiration
of the post office department.

It is efficient,
authoritative and prosperous.

We are very happy to concede
Mr. Gailey's claims.

Um, for the record,
Mr. Mara?
For the record.

Anything to get on
with this case.

Then, Your Honor,
I want to introduce
these pieces of evidence.

I'll take them, please.
I have here three letters.

They're addressed, simply, "Santa Claus."
No other address whatsoever.

Yet these letters have just now
been delivered to Mr. Kringle...

by bona fide employees
of the post office.

I offer them as positive proof
that a competent-

Uh, three letters, Your Honor,
are hardly positive proof.

I understand the post office receives
thousands of these letters every year.

I have further exhibits, Your Honor,
but I hesitate to produce them.

I'm sure we'll be very happy
to see them.

Yes. Yes, produce them, Mr. Gailey.
Put them here on my desk.

But, Your Honor-
Put them here
on the desk.

Put them- [Mouthing Words]
Yes, Your Honor.

[Spectators Murmuring, Chuckling]

[Spectators Laughing]

[Gavel Rapping]
[Mara]
Your Honor!

[Gavel Rapping]
[Mara]
Your Honor!

[Laughing Continues]

[Chattering, Laughing]

[Gavel Rapping]

Your Honor, every one of these letters
is addressed to Santa Claus.

The post office has delivered them.

Therefore, the post office department,
a branch of the federal government,

recognizes this man, Kris Kringle,

to be the one and only Santa Claus.

Uh, since the United States government
declares this man to be Santa Claus,

this court will not dispute it.

- Case dismissed.
- [Spectators Cheering]

I've gotta get
that football helmet.

[Chattering]

Thank you so much, Your Honor,
and a very merry Christmas to you.

Thank you, Mr. Kringle,
and the same to you.

Thank you.

[Traffic Passing]

Kris.
I had to wait to tell you.

I got your note.
It made me very happy.
Oh, I'm so glad.

We're having a big Christmas party
at the Brooks' Home tomorrow morning.

Breakfast, a beautiful tree and-

I'd like to have you and Susan.

Oh, thank you. I can't think of anyone
I'd rather spend Christmas with.

[Chuckles]
Would you- Would you like
to come to dinner tonight?

Tonight? Oh, I can't.
It's Christmas Eve.

Oh, I forgot.
Good-bye.

[People Chattering]

♪♪ [Swing Band: "Santa Claus
Is Comin' To Town"]

Come in! Merry Christmas.
Jingle bells!

[Chattering, Laughing]

Oh! My dear sir. You know
my assistant Alfred, Mr. Macy.

Merry Christmas, Alfred.
Mr. Macy.

Mr. Shellhammer, there's something
here I'd like to show you.

Hello, Alfred.
Mr. Macy!

♪♪ [Continues]
There's something down here
that might interest you.

[Chattering]

Oh, excuse me.

Kris, all I can say is the state supreme court
declared you to be Santa Claus,

and, personally and professionally,
I agree with them.

But there are lots of presents
there for you, darling.

Not the one I wanted.

Not the one Mr. Kringle
was going to get for me.

What was that?
It doesn't matter.
I didn't get it.

I knew it wouldn't be here, but
I thought there'd be a letter
or something telling me.

I don't suppose you even
want to talk to me.

Something
about a present.
Yes, I know.

I'm sorry, Susie.
I tried my best, but-but-

You couldn't get it because
you're not Santa Claus.
That's why.

You're just a nice old man with whiskers,
like my mother said,

and I shouldn't have believed you.

I was wrong
when I told you that, Susie.

You must believe in Mr. Kringle
and keep right on doing it.

- You must have faith in him.
- But he didn't get me the-

That doesn't make sense, Mommy.

Faith is believing in things when
common sense tells you not to.

Huh?

I mean, just because
things don't turn out the way
you want them to the first time,

you've still got
to believe in people.

I found that out.

You mean it's like, "If at first
you don't succeed, try, try again."

Yes.
I thought so.

May I drive you home?
Thank you.

If you’ll go this way,
you'll miss a lot of traffic.
I've written it all down.

See, you go along Maplewood
until you come to Ashley.

I believe. I believe.
It's silly, but I believe.

Thanks, Kris. That'll be fine.
Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas to you.
And to you, my dear,
and many of them.

Good-bye, Kris.
Good-bye, my dear.

Good-bye and the best
of all luck.
Good-bye, Miss Walker.

Good-bye, Alfred.
Good-bye, Susie.

This must be the turn here.

That's right- Ashley.

Now you go straight
for four blocks.

[Quietly]
I believe. I believe.

Stop, Uncle Fred! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

[Doris]
Susie! Susie!

Susie!

Susie, where are you going?
What is she doing?

Susie!
Susie!

Susie! Susie! Susie!
Susie, where are you?

I'm upstairs!
Come right down.

You shouldn't run around
in other people's houses.
You know better than that.

But this is my house, Mommy-
the one I asked Mr. Kringle for.

Now, Susie.
It is, it is!
I know it is!

My room upstairs is just
like I knew it would be.
Oh, you were right, Mommy.

Mommy told me if things
don't turn out just the way
you want them to the first time,

you've still got to believe,
and I kept believing,
and you were right, Mommy!

Mr. Kringle is Santa Claus!

Where are you going?
To see if there’s a swing!

There is one!
There is one!

[Door Opens]

You told her that?

The sign outside
said it's for sale.

We can't let her down.

I never really doubted you.

It was just my silly common sense.

It even makes sense
to believe in me now.

I must be a pretty good lawyer.

I take a little old man and
legally prove to the world
that he's Santa Claus.

Now, you know that-

Oh, no. It can't be.

It must have been left here
by the people that moved out.

Maybe.

And maybe I didn't do such
a wonderful thing after all.