All language subtitles for Als.der.Weihnachtsmann.vom.Himmel.fiel.2011.1

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 ♪♪