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On the afternoon of December twelfth...

...in the Christmas world

Julebukk, can't we just sleep on it one more night?

No.

But you know what Goblynch did to the last renegade santas.

Yeah. And that's why...

we're the ones who have to save Christmas.

There you are, scaredy-cats.

I don't know about this.

Yeah, of course. Looks just like it used to.

The old caravan.

Hey, Twinklestar. There you are. Huh?

Hey, Twinkie.

Gerold Goblynch really did spare one of the reindeer.

Well, I told you so.

Well, I'll be a bag of booger bumps.

That was one tough job getting that pig-headed beast into the reins.

But together we managed to do it.

Rufflebeard and Specklebeard, my dear elves, I thank you.

And now let's go.

- The nutcrackers! - Come on! Get in!

Twinklestar, show us what the last reindeer can do!

Stop at once, we command you, Niklas Julebukk.

Stay where you are. We'll get you, Niklas Julebukk.

Right.

Uh-oh.

Twinklestar, give it all you got!

Pedal to the metal, Twinkie!

Rufflebeard and Specklebeard, they're right behind us. Can you take care of them?

What were you thinking, Wisenheimer?

We're in charge of presents and handicrafts.

Look.

There! Behind us!

Great balls of reindeer poo!

Just do something, but make it fast!

So, here you go.

Season's greetings from a real Santa Claus.

Watch it.

Whoo-hoo! Good shot. Away we go.

Well, look who came to town.

There are more behind us.

Faster! We can't let him get away!

We almost made it! Just a little more and we're out of Yuleland.

Damn it, I said faster! Let's go!

How are you gonna fly it with only one reindeer?

You usually need at least two.

Don't worry, Matilda.

Twinklestar is the fastest, bestest reindeer in the whole world.

Hold on! Aaah!

Hey, Gerold Goblynch!

Great, I don't have to see your mug anymore! Take care.

The weather machine, immediately, right now.

We will brew them up a storm that'll blow them from the heavens.

Ho, ho, ho!

So what do you think?

No elves?

Ohhh.

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

Yeah, that reminds me of Grandpa.

All the molds, the recipes, it's all from him.

Hey.

Did he leave any instructions on how to sell this stuff?

♪ And a happy New Year ♪

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

We can make it.

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

♪ And a happy New Year ♪♪

If you both help.

Dinner's almost ready.

Hey, what's your name? Huh?

Woods, over here!

There was no time to cook anything.

So, how was it?

Ben, there's a case of mineral water somewhere in the hallway.

- Glasses are already set. - Okay.

The usual. I should get back to them in the spring.

Yeah, well, at least it's not a rejection.

And next week you have another job interview, right?

- Hey, I picked up your flyers. - Great.

Ben, could you bring a stack of leaflets to your new school tomorrow?

- Yeah. - Thank you.

And before the opening, I'll take out a couple of ads in the paper.

- That's expensive. - You get a discount with three.

I can't find the case of water.

♪ Making spirits bright ♪

Well, I'm afraid we're gonna have to clean up a little bit before Christmas. Huh?

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way ♪

What are these doing here? Should've been thrown out a long time ago.

Maybe someone should put me in a box...

so I can hide away over Christmas.

Eh, I doubt I'm gonna have the yuletide spirit this year.

- ♪ In a one-horse open sleigh ♪ - Just kidding.

What was that?

Matilda, Emmanuel, are you all right?

- That doesn't sound very encouraging. - No.

It's just that geezer Goblynch. He's trying to scare the dickens out of us.

He'll never do that.

We're gonna kick the bucket.

- Over my dead body. - Exactly, Rufflebeard.

This old caravan here is the best possible place where we can be right now.

It's curtains for us.

Exclude me out.

Take a look outside.

Hey! Twinklestar!

Twinklestar! What happened to you?

Come back here. You're just a fickle old nag.

Hold on. Things are going to get a bit bumpy when we la--

Hey, where do you think you're going?

Something just landed, right next to our house.

Oh, landed? I know where you're going to land-- in bed.

It's time to go to sleep, sweetheart.

Mommy!

Come here a sec.

Shh.

Ben, I know it's not easy.

New apartment, new school, new friends... that you still have to find.

But you know without Daddy's salary,

we couldn't afford to stay in the expensive apartment.

In fact, we can be grateful that we have Grandpa's old house.

Hey, try this.

Ugh. This is genuine cocoa.

The Mayas believe there are magical powers in cocoa beans,

and that's how they healed the sick,

and they made offerings of cocoa beans to the gods.

They even went to war over the beans.

- Over cocoa beans? - Yeah.

Because it's true. They're magical.

Here's to a magical Christmas.

And to a storefront where everything's been sold. Cheers.

Believe me, it's a good thing that we've come here.

For Daddy too?

For all of us.

- Well? - Well, up to now...

we've only been able to do a very superficial check,

plus it's pitch black and we're all pretty shaken up from the crash.

So it's possible we're mistaken about the actual level of destruction.

- Specklebeard, how long? - Uh, a week.

What's that?

- Seven days. - Oh, no.

- At least. - Twinklestar's disappeared.

We don't have the slightest idea where we are, do we?

Nebelweg. Never heard of it.

Well, where's the map?

Do you mean the official Santa Claus District divisional map?

Yeah, yeah.

Uh, it's better if you don't come in here.

- Come in and clean this up. - Emmanuel said we'll need...

at least a whole week to clean up this mess.

- Coffee? - Yes. Black and strong.

So we're stuck here.

I can't see anything in here.

And I guarantee you Goblynch just sent his henchmen out to get us.

Oh, we just need a little Christmas miracle.

Yeah, like a G.P.S.

Eh, ha, ha. Just look at yourself.

Wait a minute. Don't we still have a bucket of blue paint...

in the Christmas workshop, Specklebeard?

But we can't toil away the whole night.

Right. We got to sleep a tiny little bit.

Those are just the most impudent, slothful...

and laziest Christmas elves that were ever born in Yuleland.

N-Now don't insult them, Matilda.

I'm certain...

tomorrow our little caravan will look just as boring as any other caravan...

on a construction site.

Right?

Come on, Ben. Hurry up. I have an appointment.

It's about my settlement.

- Please, Dad-- - Here.

How come I have to go to school at all before the Christmas holidays?

Because you've got another two weeks till vacation starts.

You can do it, Ben. Come on.

I'll pick you up at 2:00, yeah?

You don't have to. The school's just around the corner anyway.

Maybe it belongs to a circus.

No way. It's just a bunch of construction workers in there.

- Well, I think it's a circus. - There's no circus in winter.

- Huh? Hello. - Hey, who are you?

Is that your caravan?

Are you moving out of your parents' house?

No.

Then what are you doing here?

I bet you thought a spaceship landed here.

I thought the moon had fallen from the sky.

Hey, watch it, smart aleck.

And, oh, now that you know our secret--

What do you mean your secret?

Because we were here first. You know what I think?

That the new boy is too scared to knock on that door.

- Why don't you knock? - He's a scaredy-cat.

Why don't you just go straight home to your mommy?

Okay, I'll do it.

He did it!

Hey!

Come on. Let's go. Hit it.

Oh, great.

Hello?

Hello?

Is the coast clear?

False alarm. Probably some kids pulling a prank.

Who knows, Rufflebeard.

Maybe there's a brave boy out here who can help us.

That would be really convenient.

- Who are you talking to? - Oh, never mind.

Just a feeling I had. You can go back to bed, Rufflebeard.

And you must be Ben. We've been waiting for you.

Yeah, way long.

You can sit down there next to Charlotte.

I'm not happy about having a binocular spy next to me.

Ben, maybe you'd like to tell your new schoolmates something about yourself, yeah?

Yeah, well, my name's Ben.

- Hello, Benny. - Jonas, that's enough now.

Same for the rest of you, okay?

Actually, I just moved here.

My father used to work in a bank, but, uh--

But my mother's going to open up a confectionery here.

You all have to come. Oh, yeah.

Hey, what's up with the trailer? Anything special?

If you'd stuck around, you would've seen it.

A few samples for everyone. They're from my mommy.

Oh, that's really nice of her,

and it fits with what we're going to do today.

Now the new kid's kissing up to her.

We're going to keep working on our Christmas wish list.

And, Mike, you can show Ben what we've already done.

Man, this is totally hot.

This is ginger. It's delicious.

Who's gonna eat that? No one's gonna buy anything in this... confectionery.

That was a pretty good wish list, Ben.

Oh, thank you.

Snow and a dog. That's something new for a change.

Hey, I wish it would snow too. But artificial, please, so it's not that cold.

I don't know about snow this year for Christmas.

I don't think it's gonna happen. See you tomorrow.

Super.

Soon it'll be over.

I mean Christmas.

Oh, that's the reason why you didn't write anything on your wish list--

'cause you don't care about Christmas?

What's that supposed to mean? Were you spying on me again?

Hey, I'm going over to the mall. I'm getting a laptop for Christmas.

- I'm gonna pick one out. - Congratulations.

Hey, Charlotte doesn't like it when people stare at her.

Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy.

The boy who knocked on our door this morning is out in front.

Do you think he'd like to come in?

We haven't had children over to visit in a long time.

If he gawks at me again like he did this morning, out he goes.

That's so obnoxious. You're not getting one piece of gingerbread, not one.

Hey, hold your horses, tinker wing. Whoever works gets something to eat.

And who can guarantee us that's he's not actually a spy?

Oh, Rufflebeard, we're talking about a child. He's not a spy.

Whatever.

Can we get back to work on this here gingerbread generator?

Children are good for Santa Claus sadness.

And Santa Clauses are good for sad children.

So--

Tell me, do you have a couple of minutes to come inside now,

or do you have to head off like you did this morning?

Close the door. We're freezing our tushies off in here.

Who was that?

Oh, that's just the elves.

Their behavior isn't always the best, but they don't mean it like that.

Of course we do.

Is this the little boy?

Yeah.

I'll make some hot chocolate.

She makes the most fantastic hot chocolate.

Um, Niklas Julebukk.

Ben. Ben Schuster.

Then come on in, Ben Schuster.

But I have to be home by dinner.

It's a bit of a mess.

Take a seat.

Notice anything?

It's a lot bigger than it is outside.

Exactly. It's always like that in a Santa Claus caravan.

Santa Claus caravan?

Is that suppose to mean that you're--

Yep, I'm a Santa Claus.

The Santa Claus.

Julebukk is the last real Santa Claus in the whole wide world.

I know I don't look like it. I'm pretty young for a Santa Claus, but, um--

Ho, ho, ho. Better like that?

Ow!

Sorry about that.

He's staring at me again.

All right, looks like that cat's got his tongue.

Lucky for us that the two of them-- from time to time.

Then we wouldn't have to listen to so much drama.

That's enough of that now.

I wouldn't be surprised if our guest decided he had to go home now.

- Elves being-- - We heard that.

Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't even introduced you yet.

Ben Schuster, these wonderfully nice elves over there are Rufflebeard and Specklebeard.

- Hi. - Hey, there.

- And that there is our lovely Matilda. - Hmm.

And behind the curtain on the cot, that is Emmanuel.

Emmanuel.

- Huh? - A visitor.

- Hello. - He-- Hello.

Hmm, he's sleeping really late.

Yeah, he just came back from a night shift.

He has a lot to do in order to become an angel.

Right. I'm doing, like, an angel apprenticeship.

My mother has to work a lot of nights as well.

She just opened up a confectionery.

And my father said he was awake the whole night because--

because he--

Where does the white door lead to?

It's better if we keep that closed.

Why?

The man behind that door would've turned Julebukk to ice long ago.

Hey, be quiet.

Why is that?

What's behind the door?

It's not really a funny story.

Can you tell me the story anyway?

It was last year, just before Christmas.

We were wrapping presents.

And all of a sudden there was a knock on the door.

Julebukk,

the Great Christmas Council wants to speak to you.

The Great Christmas Council?

You know, the meeting of all the Santa Clauses.

But there's only one who's really in charge--

Gerold Geronimus Goblynch.

♪ Christmas golden feast of money ♪

♪ When the profit pours like honey ♪

♪ Forget the wishes Throw them out ♪

♪ One less thing to worry about ♪

♪ Children do not do the buyin' ♪

♪ It's their parents We are lyin' ♪

♪ Spend a fortune every day ♪

♪ On Christmas Love will melt away ♪

♪ Happy children's not our aim ♪

♪ Parents' money is our game ♪♪

Niklas Julebukk,

stand up.

Please.

You know why you're here.

You have been accused of un-Christmas-like behavior.

Do you admit to your criminal offense?

Well, then perhaps I need to be a bit more specific.

You are accused of illegally employing Christmas elves...

as well as conspiring with angels.

Although the Great Christmas Council...

has strictly forbidden it,

you have furthermore overheard the wishes of children and elves,

have thereupon created presents...

which are not attained through monetary exchange.

Maximum penalty.

Niklas Julebukk,

beginning immediately you are forbidden--

forbidden-- to keep working as a Santa Claus.

That would've been like being in prison,

sitting in an office all day long, taking orders by phone,

talking to parents about boring presents...

for their monster kids that they find appropriate.

Typing stupid lists into the computer.

Since Gerold Goblynch has been governing Yuleland,

Santa Clauses have to ride snowmobiles by his orders,

and all the beautiful old Christmas sleighs he sold to junk,

and the reindeer he had turned into salami.

Salami.

He forced all the Santa Clauses to only accept orders from the parents...

and to forget about the wishes of the children.

Since then, Christmas has become a high-speed process.

"Shop until you drop." And he's killing the spirit of Christmas.

He refuses to see that Christmas is about so much more...

than simply spending a lot of money.

Tell him about the elves now.

Yes. He convinced all the Santa Clauses...

that only humans can build toys that children really want.

And that's why one night he had his nutcrackers...

chase all the elves out into the snow.

And no one knows what happened to them.

That is, no one knows but us, of course.

And ever since, all the presents under the Christmas trees have been made by humans.

But we did manage to save something from the old Christmas.

Yeah. We saved the last living reindeer in the world--

Twinklestar.

And then we vamoosed.

And they didn't catch us, wooden-headed, triple-nailed birdbrains.

Not yet.

Not yet, Rufflebeard.

What happens if they do catch you?

There were seven of us Santa Clauses who didn't obey Goblynch.

Six of them were turned into ice.

And the seventh... is me.

Does that mean you'll also be turned into ice if Gerold finds you?

Ah, hogwash. He won't find us.

And if he did, then we could always fight him.

I'm not alone. And you're also here.

You mean I could help with Gerold Goblynch?

Absolutely.

Oh, you can help by keeping your eyes open for us.

If you see a gray car with gray men inside it, they belong to Goblynch.

'Cause in the cities they don't use their snowmobiles.

Instead they drive silver-gray limousines.

- Hi, Dad. - Sec, Ben, yeah?

- Hey, there. - Hi.

I got hamburgers for us. And fries.

Hey, um, could you guys help me make some pralines after dinner?

It's not the least bit difficult.

All you have to do is dip them in white chocolate.

And I'll even let you nibble. Hmm?

How was your new school, Ben?

Okay. I had a pretty good hot chocolate today.

- Better than yours, Mommy. - In your school?

No, in the construction caravan down at the end of the street.

You were in the caravan?

Yeah. There's a pretty nice man in there...

and a woman that does the housework and makes really, really good hot chocolate.

Doesn't sound like a construction worker.

No, they're-- Uh, they're weather scientists or something like that.

They came because of the storm.

Uh-huh.

The woman has a husband and two assistants,

but they're really, really small.

And how small?

- About like this. - Uh-huh.

That's interesting. Would you mind introducing me to them tomorrow?

I better not. They think all adults are spies in hiding.

Ah. But we have a rule, Ben, yeah?

No going home with strangers. Remember.

Yes? Yeah, that's me.

Of course.

Of course I'll come.

Yeah? Good. Tomorrow at 11:00.

Yeah.

You'll never guess what just happened.

- You have a job? - Majorca.

- Majorca? - Four days on Majorca.

- I just won four days in sunny Majorca. - What?

- Yeah. - That is great.

Meals included.

Today in the car there was a stupid contest on the radio.

I know. It's not a new job.

But it's four days in the sun.

Maybe Christmas won't be so bad after all.

- Christmas? - Yes.

We fly on Christmas Eve, as soon as your mother closes the store.

Christmas on the beach? You can't be serious!

Mommy has so much work with her confectionery, hmm?

Why shouldn't we spend time in a nice hotel?

And how is Santa Claus supposed to find us?

Yeah, this time you won't be able to pull his beard off his face.

- That was not the real one. - What real one?

Well, I'm pretty certain that we'll find a Christmas tree and a Santa Claus in the hotel.

Well, I'm not going!

Christmas in Majorca. Count me out.

Twinklestar!

Twinklestar?

Twinklestar!

Twinklestar?

Twinklestar!

I have some spiced nuts for you.

And marzipan. Mmm. You love that.

Oh, Twinkie, where are you hiding?

I told you two not to scare me like that.

- Anything? - Nothing.

No bells, no lip smacking, no snuffling, nothing.

An invisible reindeer. How am I supposed to find that?

Did you two fare any better at least?

Well, a lot of children live in this street.

They get quite a few presents. Especially two brothers, Chris and Jonas.

Who want a big computer and a ton of snow.

Big computer.

Then there's their friend Mike.

He wished for a whole bunch of useless junk as well.

But he also has a dream...

that one day his father will notice him.

For his father, maybe we can do something for him.

Our friend Ben is lonely.

He wishes he had a friend... and snow.

Snow.

Snow, snow. Everyone wants snow.

If our snow machine wasn't so "gosh-dingly" drained ever since our crash.

Over there is Charlotte.

She doesn't have sweet dreams. Poor little girl.

She wants a nicer Christmas than last year.

Hmm. Otherwise there wasn't much I could get out of her.

I don't think she dreams about Christmas at all.

That's it? Is there anything more you know?

Oh, yeah. She just threw away her wish list.

However, the window was open a crack,

and this one wish was written on it.

It's a miracle that you managed to squeeze through the gap in the window, big guy.

Hey.

I think Charlotte is ready for a little Christmas miracle.

Uh-oh.

That was wa-- I think it's time to go back.

Ho, ho, ho.

Hey, Mike.

Oh, Charlotte. What are you doing here?

You know very well I am here every day at this time walking my dog.

Oh, yeah. Right. And what are you doing after you walk him?

Mike, how often do I have to tell you? I have enough friends.

One hundred and ninety-seven, to be exact.

And how come no one ever comes over?

Woods! Come here.

I'll give you a treat.

Woods?

Those wonderful shoes--

- Was that you? - Mm-mmm.

I guess I'll have to ask Daddy.

Has anyone bought anything yet?

Mm-mmm.

What are you going to do, Mommy, if no one comes?

When you start something, you've got to be patient.

Are you going over to your friend's?

- Mm-hmm. - Uh-huh.

Take some vanilla snaps with you.

- Bye. - Thank you.

Matilda, I have cookies from my--

- Hey, Ben. - Hi.

Ah, you two know each other.

Sadly. From school.

- Hot chocolate? - Maybe.

- Sit down. - I have a present for you.

A present for me? You don't say.

They are very nice. You know, it's not often that I get presents.

But what am I going to do with them?

They're for your feet, because your boots are all... worn out.

Uh-huh.

But you know, Ben, I can't take my boots off.

The elves made them for me, and they are very special.

We Santa Clauses are eternally attached to our boots.

At most I'll take them off when I go to sleep, and even that I'm very reluctant to do.

- Now you're pulling my leg. - Not at all.

I'm really, truly afraid of losing them, because then...

I would only have 24 seconds before being turned into ice.

Do you actually believe this garbage?

Woods, come on.

- Let's go. - Yet another visitor.

Why didn't you wake me up?

Now Matilda just scared you. Sorry.

I'm just an angel-- an old, harmless Christmas angel.

Emmanuel.

Is it already evening?

- Just like that one over there. - Do we have to head out again?

No, no, it's good. Lay down again. We just have some visitors.

Yeah, Charlotte, there's a lot going on here. Wait a minute.

No.

What a pity.

Pretty nice, huh?

But she's a girl.

She has bad nightmares.

What do I care?

Ben, listen up. Recently we pondered the possibility...

that you might be able to help me.

Huh? Well, now's the time.

What can I do for you?

It has to do with our reindeer.

Twinklestar ran away, and we really have to find her.

The whole Christmas celebration depends on it.

Can I really help you save the Christmas celebration?

Yeah, but there's one snag.

Twinklestar is invisible.

Reindeer can only be seen when they're within the borders of Yuleland.

Then you need a sniffer dog.

Uh-uh. If you're going to help me, then you need a sniffer dog.

- Oh, no. - Oh, yes.

Hey, just because you don't like girls doesn't mean you can jeopardize Christmas.

Hey, you can do it. Hmm?

Here. Take the backup reins.

And marzipan. Twinklestar doesn't eat anything else.

Okay.

Hello. You looking for something?

- What are you doing? - I repair computers.

If your father has a problem with his laptop. Or you.

- Is Charlotte home? - Are you one of her friends?

How very nice that you're coming to visit.

Charlotte? Charlotte, a friend is here. I'll send him up.

There you go.

- Are you chatting? - You're not my friend.

But Julebukk needs Woods in order to find his reindeer.

Can I tell you something? There's no such thing as reindeer.

It's all just a totally... stupid magic trick.

But you saw the angels yourself.

You must have felt it yourself-- the special "tickly" feeling in your belly.

This Julebukk guy is just, like, a total screwball.

He lives in the caravan, gives cookies to children and invites them inside?

No. Julebukk is definitely not like that.

He really is a Santa Claus.

What?

Yeah. The last real Santa Claus.

Your dog would definitely find the reindeer. Where is he? Woods?

Woods, down! Woods would never, ever go with anyone he doesn't know.

But if you help him, Julebukk can make your wishes come true.

I don't have any stupid Christmas wishes.

Do too. I saw you from that window over there.

You wrote a wish list, and then you threw it into that garbage can over there.

But a wish is a wish, even if it gets thrown away.

Santa Claus can find out everything.

Please, Charlotte, you must help me.

To me, Christmas is still really important.

Woods, you're supposed to be smelling the reins, not the marzipan in my pocket.

Woods, find.

He picked up the scent.

♪ Together with you ♪

♪ I want to explore ♪

- ♪ Life is the greatest adventure ♪ - Twinklestar?

- ♪ It's just that I simply adore ♪ - Twinklestar?

♪ Anything done in joint venture ♪

Twinklestar?

Twinklestar?

Maybe Woods just made a mistake.

Woods is always right.

This beast could be almost anywhere, even in Okefenokee.

Give me the dog. I'm gonna keep searching.

♪ That I rely on you ♪

♪ I confide in you ♪♪

Oh, no. He's not in there, is he?

Woods isn't allowed to go inside.

But we'll never find Twinklestar without him. Never!

Come on. Let's try at least.

Come on. You stay here till we come back.

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

♪ And a happy New Year ♪

We're never gonna find Twinklestar here in a million years.

Maybe he's downstairs, near the candy.

Come on. You take the right side. I'll take the left.

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

♪ And a happy New Year ♪♪

♪ 'Tis the season to be jolly ♪

- ♪ Fa-la-la-la-la la-la, la-la ♪♪ - You there, Twinkie?

Twinklestar?

Twinklestar?

Twinklestar.

Hey! Watch yourself, young man.

Excuse me.

Twinklestar.

Twinklestar?

What's going on?

Here?

Twinklestar?

Come here.

Come on.

Twinklestar, what really soft fur you have.

But you stink, seriously.

Now come here, Twinklestar.

Twinklestar!

Help me, Charlotte!

- You have him? - Yes, but I can't hold him alone.

Oh, no!

Now, what in the heck is going on here? Get over here!

Driving me crazy.

Ben, let's go!

Twinklestar, fly. Fly away.

Look at that.

Brilliant trick.

Want more!

Come on, Twinklestar. You'll get the rest of the marzipan.

Let's go before someone sees us.

Somehow maybe I am looking forward to Christmas.

I'd like to look forward to it too,

but my parents have planned some stupid vacation.

- Really? Where to? - To some island somewhere.

- But that's great. - No, I don't think so.

I'd rather be here for Christmas.

Maybe it'll snow all of a sudden...

so high that the planes can't even take off.

Hopefully.

I think it'd be really nice if you could be here.

Really?

Last year at Christmas, my father really wanted to go back to Sweden.

He has a cabin, all alone on a tiny little island.

You have to take a boat to school,

but my mother didn't want to go.

They were fighting the whole time.

And then on Christmas Eve, of all days,

my father walked out.

You know, I wasn't able to see him since then.

So if your parents start to argue, you've got to be careful.

They only argue with me.

That's good. Really.

Twinklestar, come here.

Come on behind us.

And what was that?

Goblynch's helpers. They're looking for Julebukk.

Goblynch? And who's that again? A Santa Claus as well?

Yeah, but the fake one.

Julebukk, it's us.

Julebukk?

Hello?

Julebukk?

Julebukk?

Matilda?

Emmanuel?

Sit.

Stay.

Ben, look at this.

Twinklestar, you have tinsel in your antlers.

You're very pretty.

We find his reindeer for him, and he's not even here?

Ben.

Yeah, yeah.

Cool, man. Those are leprechauns.

Real live leprechauns.

Those are Christmas elves. Do you finally believe me?

Here you are, guys.

Ay, ay, ay. You just scared the bejeebers out of us.

The giant nutcrackers always sneeze if they smell a real Santa Claus nearby.

Giant nutcrackers?

Never mind the nutcrackers.

Welcome to the Christmas workshop.

Look who we brought for you, Julebukk.

Oh, my! Well, who do we have here?

Twinklestar, tell me, where have you been?

They knocked on the white door three times today.

Yeah, that's--

Off you go. Get in your stall.

I put some fresh marzipan in there for you.

Wow, man. Aren't my elves simply amazing?

And how are you supposed to play with that?

Oh, if you humans had brains, you'd be dangerous.

Didn't you ever wonder how Santa manages to get all those presents in his sack?

Zap-zap-erap.

Wow.

So...

that's enough.

Thanks for all your help.

- Julebukk. - Hmm?

Maybe do you think it might snow before Christmas?

Snow, huh?

When the world is noisy, like it is here,

then there aren't too many possibilities...

to calm down the sky so it can produce snow.

But possibly--

We gotta hide!

Woods, come here.

A little Christmas magic.

- You better go home now. - Mm-hmm.

You'll be just fine. Bye-bye. Take care.

See you.

Bye.

- Some gray men were just here. - Where?

Here, here, at our caravan, at the door.

Julebukk, we're going to get you.

Now they're coming from this world and from the Christmas world.

Guys, when are we going to be able to take off?

With a little luck, three days.

Steaming globs of reindeer droppings.

It's time to get outta here.

We're gonna need another place to hide until then.

But... if we're moving tomorrow,

then maybe we can give Charlotte and Ben a little Christmassy surprise, huh?

Wow.

What happened here?

We had apples at our door,

and there were silver ashes in the trees.

How did you even do that? The splendor of it all.

It wasn't me.

Maybe it was my husband, Fred, who wanted to surprise me.

Excuse me. Can I have a bag of those glazed almond slices to go?

- Is that all right? - Yes, of course.

And I'd like some chocolate truffles for my wife.

Please come in.

Can you put aside...

one of those delicious fruitcakes for me?

- I'll pick it up tomorrow. - Okay.

Hey. Do you see? There it is.

That little bit of luck we wished for. See you later, sweetie.

See you later.

- Hi. - Hi.

That was him, right?

But everyone thinks my mom did the decorating.

Hey, ginger baker, where'd you get the awesome trimmings?

- It was Santa Claus. - Oh, you believe in Santa Claus?

Sure I do.

And why would you get your house decorated by him?

What, do you know him personally?

Yes, he knows him. Very well, in fact.

Why are you opening your big mouth, huh?

Hey, everybody, the ginger baker knows Santa Claus.

But which one? The one from the mall or from the supermarket?

- The real one. - Let's go.

He thinks it's his father who's the real Santa Claus.

Well, we're gonna have to explain something.

Most people know this around three.

- Never mind. - See for yourself.

See what? See what? What am I gonna see? Huh?

That Santa Claus very much exists, goofball. You can bet on it.

Yeah, right. And what?

Well, let's see. For example, um, snow.

Well, if you want more evidence, chump,

then tomorrow there'll be so much snow...

that you won't be able to open the door to your house.

Okay. And if there's no snow,

then ginger baker here has to carry me on his back in lunch break...

and yell "Santa Claus is dead."

And if we win, then you're gonna have to carry Ben on your back...

and tell everyone that you believe in Christmas,

and you can never call him ginger baker again.

That's a deal.

Look.

Look. There's more over there.

Come on.

Hey! There you are.

Hah! Matilda, it worked.

And?

We were collecting them so no one else would find them.

Well, that was a smart idea.

You're smart too. This is a great place.

And in a place like this, no gray cars will come around.

Yeah, and we can finally start preparing for Christmas.

It's about time. Come on in.

- Julebukk. - Mm-hmm?

We helped you find the reindeer, right?

Yes.

Now you have to help us.

We kinda need snow.

And what do the two of you need snow for all of a sudden?

Well, it's a bet, to prove something.

What's that?

That you're like a real person, that you're Santa Claus and not a fake.

That's what it's about.

Well, there is a possibility. In Yuleland there's enough snow.

We just have to... open the white door.

And then I'd have to lay a hose leading into Yuleland.

What a crazy idea. You can't go there, Julebukk.

Why not? We always used to do that, Matilda.

Yes, but now it's teeming with nutcrackers out there.

They'll track you down in no time.

Matilda, they won't do that.

We'll go.

Not a bad idea. Gerold has the nutcrackers trained...

to capture only Santas with proper bona fides.

Exactly. So they won't even pay attention to humans.

And children not in the least.

Please, Julebukk.

Out there anything can happen.

That is no longer our Yuleland.

It's the land of Gerold Geronimus Goblynch.

The snow machine has to run for seven minutes.

Seven minutes isn't very long.

Seven minutes can take very long, Ben.

Got it? Don't take any chances.

All right. Now we have to be quiet as mice.

The elves as well.

Wise guy, eh?

Niklas, I beg of you one last time.

Hey, children should continue believing in Santa Claus, Matilda.

I'll tell you what. If things keep going the way Gerold wants,

then pretty soon no child's gonna believe in us.

They want a white Christmas? Then that's what they should get.

You're really sure?

- Clearly. - Clearly. Mm-hmm.

Whoa.

Wow.

Take care of yourselves.

It's too icy here.

Hey, let's try up by the rock over there.

- Here. - Mm-hmm.

It's running.

It's so incredibly quiet here, as if someone were watching us.

Just a little more, Charlotte.

Ben, the nutcrackers!

There they are.

Run, Charlotte! Run!

- After them. - Forget the hose.

But we don't have enough snow. Run!

It doesn't matter how much snow we have. Now come on.

They're gonna get us.

They're way too slow. They'll never catch us.

Hurry.

They're stealing the snow.

- Get a move on. - Just a little bit more.

Hurry up!

Stand still.

You have no hope.

My foot!

Now I've got you.

Hey!

With compliments from the Christmas elves!

Oh, firebombs.

Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

Julebukk, we'll get you.

- You violated the verdict of the Great Christmas Council. - What?

You're no longer a Santa Claus.

I am the last real Santa Claus. Remember that, you stupid blockheads!

The very last one!

Hurry up. Keep moving.

Keep moving.

Must catch them.

Come on. Come on.

Faster.

Ha! You're lame!

Even my grandmother's faster!

And do we have enough snow?

Niklas Julebukk. Niklas Julebukk.

Come out.

Now take a listen here, you dimwits.

Run home to Gerold and tell him you're not going to get me. Never.

Even if he sends all of you after me. But it ain't gonna work!

That was close, man.

Hold on!

They're trying to tip us over.

Nah, they can't do that. We're too attached to your world.

They're just trying to scare us.

They're doing a good job.

Even more to do. I don't even want to know what the workshop looks like.

You didn't want to listen to me. No. You're all so much smarter.

It's all my fault.

We're really sorry.

My fault. Hogwash. It's no one's fault.

Hey, that was a pretty fine bit of fun we had there, wasn't it?

Fun?

Oh, Matilda, that's crockery from the elves. It'll grow back into its form.

How about the snow? We probably weren't in Yuleland long enough, were we?

Uh, that might be enough.

I reckon it's not gonna snow 20 feet high, but it's gonna snow.

I'd say tonight.

Yeah! Whoopee!

Snow tonight?

- Yeah. - Yoo-hoo-hoo!

It's going to snow.

And I'll have to sit in the sun.

- Hola. - Hey, Dad.

¿Cómo estás?

If it snowed really hard,

then the airplanes wouldn't be able to take off, right?

The runways are the first things they clear.

Oh, Ben, hmm? Vamos a la playa.

Just the three of us-- you, me and Mommy.

We'll have fun. Go swimming, relax.

And I bet you'll beat me in all the video games in the hotel.

What do you have to relax from? You don't even have a job.

And I don't see any hooks hanging up on the wall.

Hey, that's cool. It's really snowing today.

How did you know it was going to snow this much?

Santa's secret business.

Told you.

Say it.

I believe in Santa Claus. I believe in Santa Claus.

I believe in Santa Claus. I believe in Santa Claus.

Louder.

I believe in Santa Claus! I believe in Santa Claus!

Louder!

- I believe in Santa Claus. - We believe in Santa Claus.

We believe in Santa Claus.

We believe in Santa Claus! We believe in Santa Claus!

Don't tire yourself out, Mike. We have three more rounds to go.

Giddyap, reindeer. Yee-haw!

I want one of those. That looks really yummy.

Punch?

Hot punch, anyone?

You? A glass of punch?

Merry Christmas and see you soon.

Would you like to try one of our wonderful chocolate truffles?

Oh, yes. It's a recipe from my grandfather.

Here you are. Orange and lemon peel are grated into the sugar.

♪ My life is in a close-up ♪

♪ The stars, they twinkle in the night ♪

♪ The moon shines bright ♪

♪ And I just know that ♪

You were asking about the lemons?

You might notice them a bit on your hips, but when you eat them you're in bliss.

♪ Everything will be all right ♪

Do you like it? It was very good.

Is there anything else I can get you?

- Merry Christmas. - Thank you.

- ♪ Everything will be all right ♪ - Here, try a dark chocolate. It's excellent.

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ It's gonna be all right ♪♪

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,

not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Ahh.

Ben, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you with that?

- Are you okay? - Mm-hmm.

Oh, Ben, you look really delicious.

Can I help you?

I'm really sorry, Ben.

I'm really sorry too, Daddy, for everything.

Come on. Let's get some clean clothes.

Punch. Who wants punch?

Eh? A swig for the only real Santa Claus?

Real? Really?

Do I sense a little doubt here?

Well, well. Nowadays almost anyone,

any impostor, can pass himself off as a Santa Claus.

Yes, it's no wonder children aren't able to recognize...

who the real genuine Santa Claus is.

Do you have anything that you're honestly, truly wishing for, my child?

I can make sure that it's under your Christmas tree...

if you'll just do a little itsy-bitsy favor for me.

There standing at the end of the street was a parked caravan.

It was there for a long time. And what became of it?

This man here has a question.

Would you like some punch?

Yeah, yeah. For the real Santa Claus.

Ben?

Ben is upstairs.

Ben? Ben, he's here.

- Who? - Goblynch.

He's dressed up like a Santa Claus,

and he's saying he's the real Santa Claus...

and that all others are impostors.

- He asked about the caravan. - Where is he?

Outside in front of the store.

Fast. We have to warn Julebukk.

Let's go out the back.

These days people don't have any idea what Christmas is about.

One, two, three, four, five.

It was a false alarm.

And I thought the nutcrackers had come back.

It almost scared me to death.

Matilda, angels cannot die.

Well, like I said, almost.

Hmm.

Cute how that's grown together, huh?

Julebukk, it's us.

Hey. Everything all right? Come on in.

What's up? Too much snow? Here, come inside.

- Goblynch is here. - Where?

Now they've got us.

They'll take off your boots and turn you into an ice statue.

And we'll become tree decorations.

Oh, cut it out, will ya? Matilda, Emmanuel, there's nothing going on.

There's no one out there. What's supposed to happen?

Want some cookies?

- Hot chocolate? - We still have time to leave.

I could hide you in the bakery in the back where my mother works.

No, that is not the least bit necessary. I'm not going to flee again.

This year I am distributing presents.

Aside from that, I guarantee they're not gonna find us here.

- Julebukk, hide quickly. - Uh-oh.

Good afternoon, young man. I'd like to talk to the fake Santa Claus.

There's no Santa Claus here--

no real one and certainly not a fake one.

Wait, wait, wait. Don't lie to me.

Don't you recognize the real Santa Claus when he's standing in front of you?

I'm looking for a Santa impostor.

I have a good reason to believe that you know exactly where he is.

Why are you telling the exact same rubbish to everyone?

So, Ben,

now we're going to talk man-to-man.

If you want to save your friend, you better tell me this instant where Julebukk is. Hmm?

What do you mean, Julebukk? I have no idea.

Fair enough. We're taking the girl.

If you want to see your friend again, then you tell him...

he should come back to Yuleland right away, and I mean fast.

- Hold on a second. - Julebukk.

Hello, Gerold. Why don't you take your hands off the children.

Well, there you are, Julebukk!

How dare you ignore my ban. Hmm?

Pretending to be Santa Claus without having a single clue. Shame on you.

Is this how a Santa Claus should look to you?

No. The only real Santa Claus left is me.

Oh, Gerold Goblynch, you're just a windbag.

Can you cut it out with all this jabbering? I'm sick of hearing it.

Now, let's just get it over with, all right?

But first you gotta let the children go.

No. They should watch and see what I do to people like you.

Then afterwards they can make their way back to the houses...

if you've already returned the key for the white door by then.

Let them go.

Let them go, you repulsive robbers of Christmas joy.

Angels.

- There we go. - This is outrageous.

- I'm not scared of you. - So, you probably have elves hidden somewhere, hmm?

- It's curtains for us. - Over my dead body.

I'll have to deal with them later.

Give me the key, Julebukk.

You evil jerk!

It wasn't easy trying to catch you. Much tougher than the other ones.

Ah, but sooner or later, I ended up nabbing all of you in the end.

Come on. It's showtime.

Might be a little chilly, especially for you, Julebukk.

But don't you worry. It won't take too long.

Maybe I should earn my money as a waiter.

Yeah, I think you're doing a great job.

Hello.

- Hello. - I'm Patricia.

I live with my daughter over there.

Ah, I'm Fred. Lena, my wife.

- Hello. - Hello.

Probably makes the best pralines within 5,000 miles.

And I hope she put aside a fruitcake for me.

Yes, I did. I did.

Actually, I was hoping to find my daughter Charlotte here.

Yeah, she was here this afternoon with Ben,

but I'm not sure what happened to the two them.

Woods is somewhat restless as well.

Charlotte usually takes him for a walk around now.

They're probably over at the caravan.

Maybe I should go have a look.

Ooh. Oh, no. Are you all right?

I'm in pain.

My leg. Oh, that hurts.

What a wonderful day.

I think I'll leave you to stand as a memorial of ice, a frozen reminder,

and all the fake Santa Clauses after you will see you here.

What do you think of that?

Take off his boots.

No!

Grab him! Quick, get up! Let's get out of here!

- Run! - After them!

Branch.

Yeah.

Weakling.

Twinklestar!

What's this stupid beast doing here?

Oh, no, no, no, no. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Yeah!

Let's get his boots. Come on.

My boots!

Hurry up and get my boots from those snotty-nosed brats!

Now you only have 24 seconds, Goblynch.

I'm gonna get you, Julebukk. I'm gonna get you. Got it?

The boots! Throw 'em over here, Charlotte! Here!

Julebukk!

- Ben! - Huh?

Get my boots back from the boy!

Ben, here!

Give me the boots. Come on. Give 'em to me.

Julebukk!

Hey, you weakling. Give your boots to me.

No way, man.

Hey, you! Then you give me your boots! Come on!

So, you give me yours right away. Now.

Where are they? Nutcrackers!

- Oh, no. - Get over here now!

And give me my boots!

The boots. The boots. The boots.

Go and get my boots, you dumb blockheads.

Your blockheads aren't going to be able to help you anymore...

because you have exactly 10 more seconds.

Nine!

Eight! Seven!

Scram, you stupid blockheads!

- Six, five! - Ambush.

Four! Three!

Oh, a snowball.

Weaklings. Misfits.

Give me my boots back, Julebukk!

Two!

One! Nil!

Julebukk!

So, I hope you're satisfied.

Has he really been turned into ice?

Yeah. 100%.

Genuine Yuleland ice.

Spooky.

Let's go.

So, now it's back to being our Yuleland.

Get me out, Goblynch! Open the door!

Goblynch, you despicable-- You Christmas thief!

You despicable meanie! Open the door!

Oh, when I get my hands on you! Let me out of here!

Let me out of here!

Where is Julebukk?

Over here, my little angel.

And that dastardly Goblynch?

One hundred percent genuine Yuleland ice.

What? And how did you manage to do that?

Well, there's one person we have to give credit to.

- Whom? - Our dear, uh--

Where is he now? Emmanuel.

Here.

He waited until we'd all left,

then he opened up the door to the stall and let Twinklestar shoot out.

- Oh, Emmanuel? - I don't know how he thought up such a brilliant idea,

the old trouper, but without him we never would've survived.

So, now get out your best cookies, Matilda. Yeah.

And you heroes...

can open up a barrel of your best elf pop for us all.

Oh, yeah.

- Am I a real angel now? - A real hero.

Mmm. Mmm. Can I have another one, please?

Mm!

- To Christmas. - To Christmas.

- To Christmas. - To Christmas.

Julebukk.

Now that we managed to save Christmas--

Mm.

Could you maybe speak with my father?

Please, Julebukk.

Uh, well, what do you guys think?

Mm, well, I don't know.

If that's even gonna be necessary.

Daddy!

Come here.

- The doctor says four weeks, at least. - Thank you.

- Good-bye. - Thank you.

I have to cancel our trip to Majorca. What a bummer.

And just before Christmas.

Well, Ben doesn't seem to be losing any sleep over it.

♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy night ♪

♪ All is calm ♪

- ♪ All is bright ♪ - Good.

- ♪ Round yon virgin ♪ - Hi there. Merry Christmas.

♪ Mother and child ♪

Marry Christmas, sweetheart.

♪ Holy infant ♪

♪ So tender and mild ♪

I think I must have put a trillion ginger snaps into bags,

and an army of chocolate Santas must've gone over the counter.

- Who's that? - Don't know. Maybe it's one of Santa's helpers.

- Hello. - Hello.

We thought we'd bring by some Christmas dinner.

With a chocolate shop and crutches, I imagine cooking wasn't the easiest thing to do.

And we've got presents too.

Then you'll definitely have to join us for dinner.

It's not really very Christmassy here, as you can see.

Hey.

I guess that determined where we're celebrating.

Come in. Come inside. Oop.

I hope he didn't forget us.

Of course not. You can depend on Julebukk.

- Thank you, Patricia. - My pleasure.

- That was utterly scrumptious. - We should've helped him.

We can't help him. He's Santa after all.

I'd say it's time to start opening presents now.

- Yes. - I would love to have seconds.

- Oh, yeah. - It tastes simply fantastic.

Oh, yes. It's my favorite recipe at the moment with cardamom and ginger.

- Ginger? - Ginger?

Mm-hmm.

♪ Oh, what fun ♪

We must've blown a fuse.

♪ Jingle bells Jingle all the way ♪

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride ♪

♪ In a one-horse open sleigh ♪

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells ♪

- ♪ Jingle all the way ♪ - Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas. - Aren't you gonna let me in?

Even a Santa Claus doesn't like to be snowed in.

♪ In a one-horse open sleigh ♪

I know it's a bit late, but I always save the nicest children for last.

Allow me to introduce you. Niklas Julebukk,

the last real Santa Claus.

Perfect Christmas apprentices.

Wow.

Hmm.

Emmanuel.

Hey.

Hmm, now that is better.

Better?

Uh-huh.

- Presents? - Yes.

Matilda, my angel, the presents, please.

First for the adults. Even they're getting something today.

- I'm making an exception. - Merry Christmas.

- Thank you. - Well, who gets to open first?

- Mommy. - Really?

That's cocoa with gingerbread spice. It's from Yuleland.

Oh.

Although the bag is small, it will never be empty.

Wow.

Is it my turn now?

You have to put it out in the snow. Then it'll grow.

Then you'll have to pull me.

Thanks.

These are wonderful pearls.

All they need is the warmth of your hands, Patricia.

Wow.

So, and now to you two.

If you ask me, I think you've already gotten enough--

a new friend, a lot of adventure, snow--

but the elves insisted that I give the two of you...

this here.

A little something to remember Rufflebeard and Specklebeard by.

They were really worried you might forget them.

No way.

Thank you.

And what about my wish list, Julebukk?

You did take it, didn't you?

Oh, Charlotte, your wish is really very difficult.

I can do a little magic, but to go against a decision made by an adult?

Holy Moly. Who's that?

You have a cell phone?

Of course I do. I'm Santa Claus.

Ho, ho, ho.

It's for you.

Hello?

He's going to invite you all over.

She can travel alone, of course,

but maybe her mom would like to give her one more present and go with her.

She will think about it, I promise.

Bye.

I just heard you'll be traveling to a Swedish island soon.

- Yeah. - Hmm?

Who'd have known...

that I'd start believing in Santa Claus again?

Thank you, Julebukk.

Hey, thank you.

Without the two of you, I wouldn't have made it.

You're the scourge of all the evil nutcrackers.

You saved the last Santa Claus.

Maybe Christmas will be something good again after all.

Then I wish is all a merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Yeah, I think we're finished for today.

Wouldn't you say so, Matilda?

How about if we find a nice comfy cloud and sleep until spring?

That was a bit strenuous, this Christmas.

Huh, big guy?

Finally sleep.

Listen up here.

I'm really gonna miss you two.

But we'll meet up again.

When the days are short of socks and the nights made long like sleeves.

Have a good one.

Yoo-hoo! Good-bye till next year!

Yeah!

Whoo-hoo!

♪ The best time of year is rolling around ♪

♪ My sleigh is all set to go ♪

♪ The reindeer groomed and anxious ♪

♪ The world is awaiting a show ♪

♪ Snowflakes dancing in evening light ♪

♪ The earth in cottony white ♪

♪ Wish lists written a long time ago ♪

♪ Children waiting for this night ♪

♪ Soon the time will be here ♪

♪ A frosty night full of stars ♪

♪ I set out on my journey ♪

♪ I am Santa Claus ♪

♪ Gingerbread cinnamon candles ♪

♪ Remind us of that time of year ♪

♪ Winter has opened its arms to us ♪

♪ Christmas is finally here ♪

♪ The Advent's calendar's empty ♪

♪ The Christmas tree spreading its cheer ♪

♪ Time to get everything ready ♪

♪ For the best time of the year ♪

♪ Soon the time is upon us ♪

♪ The world full of trimmings and lights ♪

♪ All our wishes fulfilled ♪

♪ The year's most special night ♪

♪ Soon the time will be here ♪

♪ A frosty night full of stars ♪

♪ I set out on my journey ♪

♪ 'Cause I am Santa Claus ♪

♪ I am Santa Claus ♪

♪ Merry Christmas ♪♪

♪ Together with you ♪

♪ I want to explore ♪

♪ Life is the greatest adventure ♪

♪ It's just that I simply adore ♪

♪ Anything done in joint venture ♪

♪ In every minute we're walking ♪

♪ Oh, every second discovering ♪

♪ That I ♪

♪ Rely ♪

♪ On you ♪

♪ I do ♪

♪ Rely ♪

♪ On you ♪

♪ I confide in you ♪♪