All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S08E13.The.Spirit.WEBRip2-ION10

[intense music]

He's gone.

And so are the muffins

'and papa's sweater.'

Okay, buddy,
you're in the wrong car.

Come on, pal.
Wake up.

You're sleepin' in
the wrong bed! Come on, wake up!

Just relax.
It's alright.

Hey, Jim-Bob.

This is my new friend, Paul.

Hi.

What did you do that for?

O Christmas Tree
O Christmas Tree

How true
you stand unchanging

O Christmas Tree
O Christmas Tree

How true you stand
unchanging

Paul..

...you came.

I wanted to bring you something.

Jeffrey, you better
keep this door..

This is my friend, Paul,
Uncle John.

O Christmas Tree
O Christmas Tree

[intense music]

["The Waltons' Theme"
by Jerry Goldsmith]

[music continues]

[orchestral music]

(John-Boy)
My own memories of that
Christmas in 1943

are vague and clouded

but those of my family
remain vivid in the extreme.

For the first time ever
my mother would not be home

for that most special holiday.

She, who'd taught all of us

the meaningand spirit
of Christmas

would spend it
at the hospital with me.

And though they all agreed
her place was there

it put the season
in a strange light.

How strange, how unique
and unreal it would become

no one could even imagine.

(male #1)
'Wish he bring that fire
down here. I'm cold.'

Me too.
I wonder who is up there.

- I don't know.
- Come on, you two.

Don't you have anything better
to do than stand here?

Somebody's got a fire
up in the mountain.

I'd do the same thing
if I were up there.

I wonder who it is.

Come on, Cindy.

Get in where it's warm.

Seemed like someone should be
down here to kiss you goodbye.

I'm only going
to Charlottesville.

She'll also kiss you hello
when you get back.

Cindy's kind of kissy.

Oh, and it just
makes him furious.

- Would you do an errand for me?
- What kind of errand?

It's not in Rockfish

but it's in that fine department
store in Charlottesville.

- It's called Nights Of Love.
- What is?

Perfume.
For Cindy's Christmas.

You're gonna be there soon.
You can get it, son.

But you're gonna be there today.

Oh, I couldn't ask
for anything like that.

Nights Of Love?

No.

But..

[no audio]

- Hi, John.
- Mornin', Ike.

- You see that smoke up there?
- Yeah.

Good day for a fire.
Hope it doesn't get any bigger.

Hmm. Well, I'll keep
my eye on it. You want some gas?

Yeah. I've got enough coupons
for $2 worth, Ike.

Yeah.

You, uh...you hear
any shots up there?

- No. You?
- No.

I guess it must not
be hunters then, huh?

Not unless they're using darts.

Darts?

That's a good one.

I, uh, see you got
a suitcase there.

I'm going to Charlottesville.
Probably will be overnight.

Well, what I wouldn't give
to go with you.

Well, come on.

Nah, nah, I better not.
I'm too busy.

You know what though?
You could do a big favor for me.

How big?

When I was last
in Charlottesville

I saw somethin' I wanted to buy.

Corabeth wouldn't
let me go into town--

I, I'm not gonna have
much time for shoppin'.

Well, it's, uh,
it's-it's blue and it's

I guess you call it baby blue
and it's got little rosettes..

Whatever it is,
I, I'm not gonna have the time.

Whatever it is?
It's a nightgown.

Ben has to go to town
on that kind of an errand.

I'll tell him
you want to go along.

John..

...it'll only
take five minutes.

Ike..

...Corabeth isn't gonna want me
seein' her nightgown.

[instrumental music]

[intense music]

Watch out.

We don't wanna break
the ornaments, Elizabeth.

[chuckling]

Funny. Turn.

Serena, would you hand me
those other scissors, dear?

Here we go.

Oh, look. Let's see
if they're broken.

I still don't know what to get
everybody for Christmas.

(Elizabeth)
'We could tell you.'

'It'd take the fun out,
but it'd be simple.'

Usually by this time, mama's
stealing into my room saying

"I'm knitting
a sweater for Elizabeth

why don't you buy her
a nice scarf to go with it?"

I remember all John-Boy
ever wanted were pencils

and notebooks and,
of course, applesauce cake.

Mama'll make sure John-Boy gets
anything he wants this year.

I just wish he could be with us.

(female #1)
'We should just be grateful that
he's getting better every day.'

You know, I wish you guys would
help me find something for Ben.

Something really special for
our first Christmas together.

You're about to give him
something very special.

I know, but I want
something just for him.

The baby really
isn't a Christmas present.

Well, he usually
hints pretty well.

He also usually sneaks
into every cupboard and drawer

and anything he finds,
he shakes it and feels it.

You haven't written your letter
to Santa yet, have you, Jeffrey?

- I've been awful busy, nana.
- I bet he's got a fever.

He usually starts that
right after the Fourth of July.

If I did write one, I'd ask him
to trade you in for a brother.

- Oh, what a thing to say!
- It won't work, Jeffrey.

I tried to make a deal
about getting rid of Jim-Bob.

Now, I'm kinda glad I have him.

You better be good, Jeffrey,
or Santa won't come at all.

That's just an excuse
to make me act right.

Now, you go write your letter

and I'll mail it
first thing in the morning.

I keep forgetting
he's still young enough

'to believe in Santa Claus.'

(female #2)
'I'd like to keep him
there a long time.'

- 'You don't mean that, Rose.'
- 'I do, indeed.'

'When that child is too old
to believe in Santa Claus'

'I won't be able to bear it.'

'I won't!'

[cow mooing]

[intense music]

[cow continues mooing]

Psst!

You're a little jumpy,
aren't you, Jim-Bob?

- Did Chance wake you too?
- Yeah.

Wonder what's the matter
with her.

I don't know.
I guess we should go find out.

I guess so.

[Chance mooing]

[music continues]

(Ben)
Hey!

(Jim-Bob)
Don't bother, Ben.
You'll never catch him now.

Now you can shut up, Chance.
Whoever it was is gone now.

(Ben)
Potatoes.

(Jim-Bob)
'Hey, those potatoes are
supposed to be in a sack.'

Well, that's crazy.
The sack's gone.

Who'd ever steal a gunny sack?

[intense music]

[footsteps]

[doorknob rattling]

[music continues]

[glass shatters]

Where on earth are you going
with that thing?

Now, as any person
can plainly see, Mr. Godsey

I'm going to try and fill up
that hole in the window.

Just wait until
I finish cleaning up.

I'll take care of it.
Just relax.

In the meantime,
I shall catch my death.

Now, that is a raw wind,
Mr. Godsey.

Well, n-now, be careful there
a-and don't shove too hard.

If it is to serve its purpose,
it must fill the entire width..

[glass shatters]

Oh!

Don't dawdle, Mr. Godsey. We
desperately need a new window.

Corabeth, if you would
just have patience.

Time is of the essence.

When emergency strikes..

...one acts.

[orchestral music]

[humming "JingleBells"]

[Chance mooing]

[intense music]

Well, good morning, Miss Chance.

I haven't had a minute
to thank you personally.

Now, I know you've been fed..

...but you deserve
an extra little reward

for sounding that alarm
last night. Believe you me!

Oh!

[chuckles]

Wait till I write my friends
in Baltimore about you.

The whole world
could use a watch-cow.

[chuckles]

[mooing]

[humming "JingleBells"]

* La-da-da
Da-da-da-da *

* Rumba-ra-ra-rum.. **

[intense music]

A potato?

Yeah. He must've been
gnawing on it

when he saw all that food
in the store window.

Ben and Jim-Bob saw somebody
in the barn last night.

All that was missing was a gunny
sack we keep our potatoes in.

Ha! And one potato to eat,
don't forget that.

I say that's the only motive
we're gonna have.

There's somebody out there
that's about half starved.

Still there's something strange
about that gunny sack.

- You got any putty, Ike?
- Yeah, I got plenty.

You know what? He never touched
that cash register at all.

And Corabeth had some
very nice displays nearby.

You know, watches
and pen and pencil sets

and things like that.

Well, somebody
is really starving, I guess.

Still it's strange
they'd be stealin' food

what with all the work
there is around here.

- Give me a hand with this, Ike.
- Sure.

(Corabeth)
'It was exactly one year ago
today that we held'

our annual meeting to discuss
the Christmas pageant.

My notes reveal that a lively
discussion was held by all

everyone having her say
and so it shall be today.

Except for poor sister.

The doctor has confined her
to her room.

She's highly contagious,
don't you know?

Yes, Miss Emily, we are all well
aware of Miss Mamie's condition.

And we are all deeply concerned,
however, we feel that

she will be well represented
here today by you.

I think Miss Emily
should have two votes

in case any close decisions
have to be made.

Oh, my! Then, I must be
twice as attentive.

[chuckling]
Well, it's all new to me, but if
anybody should have two votes..

[chuckles]

Actually, sister and I have
definite thoughts concerning

our Christmas program
this year.

Mary Ellen and I had
some thoughts too.

We talked them over
with the family.

Well, while my own thoughts
are still fresh

if you will permit me, please

envision, if you will,
an altar in total darkness.

While back here..
One moment please.

Just watch, it'll be
Three Kings Of Orient.

- I don't understand.
- You will.

- Oh, my, she's doing it again.
- Ladies, ladies, please.

Now, back here,
the three kings of the orient

suitably lighted, of course.

Um, Mr. Godsey,
possibly Ben, Jim-Bob.

We Three Kings Of Orient Are

Bearing gifts
we traverse afar

Etcetera and so on, so on.

Corabeth, sister
and I feel keenly

that pageantry
is not called for this year.

'Sadly, this is our
third wartime Christmas.'

Oh, all the more reason.

You do the same thing
every year, Corabeth.

Everyone will want to mark
the holy days, but quietly.

(Rose)
'Oh, I just love the Christmas
story read from the scripture'

and the traditional hymns sung,
it just chokes me up every time.

It has a special meaning
for all of us.

Prayers for peace.

To the Prince of Peace.
Exactly, Elizabeth.

Well, I can see
that a subsequent meeting

will have to be called.

You will all be informed
of the time, of course.

I asked you not
to wash it, remember?

But you were bound
you were going to.

It was cotton flannel,
all soft and warm.

It was the best shirt
I ever had. Where is it?

- I don't know.
- Come on, Rose.

Now, wait a minute,
it was in the wash.

I remember because
it had a button missing

and I made a note
to put one on.

That's odd, isn't it?

How does a guy get a woman
to listen to him around here?

'Don't worry, Jim-Bob.
It'll turn up.'

Yeah, but I need it now.

Well, for pity's sakes, I
wouldn't put it in the ragbag.

I don't know,
mom and grandma used to put

a lot of my favorite clothes
in here.

[chuckles]

Something about that shirt.

It was there
and then it wasn't there.

Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree
with anyone else but me

Anyone else but me
anyone else but me

No, no, no, Don't Sit
Under The Apple Tree

With anyone else but me

Till I come marching home

Don't go walking
down Lover's Lane

With anyone else but me

Anyone else but me
anyone else but me

No, no, no, don't go
walking down Lover's Lane

With anyone else but me

* Till I come marching home *

I just got word
from a guy who heard

From the guy next door to me

The girl he met just loves to
pet and it fits you to a "T"

So Don't Sit
Under The Apple Tree

With anyone else but me

Till I come marching home

[all cheering and applauding]

I don't suppose you'd let
the piano player take a break?

No, no. Don't stop.
Keep on playing.

You're a pack
of slave drivers.

- How about "Silent Night?"
- Yeah.

I was thinking of something
little more lively

you know, to help
get the decorating done.

Uh-oh, back to work, Callie.

- How about"Deck TheHalls?"
- Yeah.

["Deck The Halls"]

Deck the halls
with boughs of holly

Come on, join us!

Tis the season to be jolly

Fa-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la

Don we now our gay apparel

Fa-la-la
la-la-la la-la-la

Troll the ancient
Yuletide carol

Fa-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la

See the blazing Yule
before us

Fa-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la

Strike the harp
and join the chorus

Fa-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la

Follow me in merry measure

Fa-la-la
la-la-la la-la-la

While I tell
of Yuletide treasure

Fa-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la

[intense music]

Nana? Wake up.

- Nana.
- Jeffrey? Jeffrey!

What on earth?

What's wrong, child?

- I can't sleep.
- Do you feel sick?

Not like a cold
or as if I ate somethin' wrong.

I'm worried.

Well, you just get
under these covers

and tell me about it.
I can't have you worried.

I'm gonna break your heart
and I don't want to.

Oh!

I've been thinking
about this a long time

and every kid
has to do it.

Jeffrey, has to do what?

Grow up.

'All kids do.'

I know. I know.

You want me to believe
in Santa Claus and I don't.

Well...then I'll just have to be
brave for you, won't I?

But no more Santa?
Oh, Jeffrey!

See? I knew
I'd break your heart.

No, child, no.

- Really no?
- 'Really no.'

It had to happen sometime.

Gee, that was easy.

Maybe I'll be able
to sleep now.

It's too bad about me and Santa.

If I still believed in him

I could have wrote him
a letter about a puppy.

[door closes]

[sighs]

Alright, I will.

I'll see you later.
Goodnight.

Okay, buddy,
you're in the wrong car.

Come on, pal.
Wake up.

You're sleepin' in
the wrong bed. Come on, wake up!

Just relax.
It's alright.

[dramatic music]

Hey, where you going?
You don't have to run!

[orchestral music]

(Emily)
'Yes, sister,
I know it's cold in here.'

'I'm about to go out and get
more wood for the fireplaces.'

John Walton has promised
to come by this morning

and check the furnace,
so please be patient.

[pounding]

Oh, sister can be such a bear
when she can't talk.

A blessing in disguise perhaps.

(male 2)
'Pardon me.'

'Please,
don't-don't be alarmed.'

Uh..

I-I-I was just
looking for my dog.

Oh? What kind of dog is it,
in case I see him?

He's just a little one.
He's a little brown one.

Oh. Well, I'm afraid
I haven't seen him.

You must be cold
without your coat.

Oh, yes, I am.

Uh, well, I-I didn't have time
to put one on.

Well, my dog, he ran away.

Well, you must come inside
and get warm.

I just came out
for some wood.

Oh, please,
let me get it for you.

Oh!

Thank you, young man.
How very nice.

It would be good
to get warm for a moment.

Of course.

Please, do come in.

If you put it by the fireplace
in the parlor

I would be most grateful.

Right in there.

You simply must take this old
sweater of papa's, young man.

- You'll be chilled to the bone.
- Oh, is your papa here?

Oh, dear, no.

Papa's been gone
these many years.

Oh. Are there others
in your family?

Just my sister, poor soul.

She's up there now.
Sleeping peacefully, I pray.

Oh. Sorry to hear that.

It's this cold weather.

And our broken furnace,
don't you know.

Well, I was about
to have some breakfast.

Would you like some coffee
and perhaps a muffin?

- Oh, thank you.
- Oh.

You may sit right here,
young man.

Thank you.

You must eat your fill.

Christmas time
is not the season

to turn a cold and hungry man
away from one's door.

- Do you come from around here?
- Mm...no, ma'am.

- I used to live in Milwaukee.
- Oh.

- That's in Wisconsin.
- Oh, so it is.

Mm-hmm.

My, you are hungry.

Here, have my eggs and bacon.

I can't eat all this
and I'm sure sister won't.

[knock on door]

[knocking continues]

Oh, that must be John Walton.

You just keep on eating,
young man.

- Good morning, John.
- Miss Emily.

- Cold spell is still with us.
- Yes.

Too bad your furnace
is acting up.

Oh, it isn't acting up.
It isn't doing anything.

Especially
it isn't furnacing.

We'll fix that.

How's Miss Mamie?

Still highly contagious, I fear.

Maybe you'd like some coffee
first to warm you up.

Yes. It's a good idea.

I'd like you to meet
a nice, young..

- How strange?
- Something wrong?

Why..

...he's gone.

And so are the muffins
and papa's sweater.

A nice, young man, John.

'He came to the door half frozen
and ravenously hungry.'

My!

He certainly did
like my muffins.

[orchestral music]

Come along, Jeffrey.

Can I stay out here?
Please, nana?

It's so cold, Jeffrey.

Elizabeth can stay out
and play ball with me.

I might've couple of years ago,
but I'm working on

being a young lady.
Besides, it's too cold.

Please, nana?

Well, you come inside
if you feel chilled.

He's never going to admit
to being chilled.

Grandmothers have to say things
like that. I don't know why.

[chuckles]

[harmonica music]

Go on, fetch!
Get it, boy.

Go get it, boy. Come on, fetch.
Bring it back.

[music continues]

Who are you?

Here. It's no good
to play ball alone.

What's your dog's name?

I don't have a really dog.

I was almost related to one.

She was my cousin's,
but she had to die.

Well, Christmas is coming.

Does your family know
how much you want a dog?

I sure have tried to tell 'em.

Well, I hope they hear you.

Me too.

This, of course

has taken a great deal
of soul searching as it were.

As you know, this is our
third wartime Christmas.

As I said to Mr. Godsey

we must do something
in keeping with that idea.

'Something simple.
Something tasteful.'

Jason, I'm sure,
will play beautifully.

And the congregation will join
in the singing of hymns

appropriate to the season.

"Oh, Come, All Ye Faithful"
from the original Latin

"Adeste Fideles."

'Uh,
"Silent Night, Holy Night."'

'"O Little Town Of Bethlehem."'

I'm sure we can leave
the selections up to Jason.

I'm partial to
"Hark! The Herald Angels Sing."

I too, Rose
and "The First Noel."

Mm-hmm.

I like "Three Kings Of Orient."

Just the song.

Ladies, ladies, we digress

although I do appreciate
your lively interest.

Now, we come
to the reading of the scripture.

And, perhaps, the reverend,
Bradshaw will do that.

He is the minister, Corabeth.

Well, he or someone
blessed by birth

and training with the gift
of beautiful speech and diction.

I could gather boughs
to decorate the church with.

That would be most appreciated.

Uh, now, for the conclusion

I thought that we might have
prayers of peace

for the Prince of Peace.

- It sounds lovely, Corabeth.
- Oh, I'm so glad.

Because, you see, I felt
that we should steer away

from bizarre pageantry
this year.

How come you walk
just right?

Just right?

Well, I don't have to keep on
running to keep up to you.

- See, we're right even.
- How old are you? Seven?

- Eight, maybe?
- Eight.

So is my brother and we've
walked many roads together.

Where?

Where have you
and your brother walked?

Everywhere.

Country roads,
through woods like these.

A forest,
a great black forest.

Jeffrey!

Come along, Jeffrey!

Where has that child got to?

- Jeffrey!
- Rose.

He's not back there.
Maybe he went home.

Or maybe he
wandered off anywhere.

He does that
more and more.

Well, boys his age
tend to do that.

[chuckles]

[orchestral music]

- Here.
- Thanks.

You know, I think I would
like to be eight again.

Such a gentle time.

And so full of innocence.

I think I would like
to be eight forever.

You can't do that, can you?

No.

You know, all you can do is keep
a little corner of your heart

just a little corner,
that never quite grows up.

Do you believe in Santa Claus?

'Do you?'

I had to give him up.

Like you said, you can't
be eight years old forever.

Oh, but Santa's
such a nice idea.

He's generous and giving.

If I still believed in him

I could write him
that letter about the puppy.

Well, I'll tell you,
there is St. Nicholas.

You might think about him.

- Isn't he just like Santa?
- Oh, no.

No, he is a saint.

He is much more
than the idea of giving.

Hey, could you tell
my nana about him?

It'll make her feel a lot better

and we just
live right over there.

No. I think your nana will
like it better coming from you.

I'll tell you
about St. Nicholas

if you will play
a game with me.

We will be secret friends,
you and I.

We will know we are friends,
but nobody else will know.

And we can
meet some secret place.

Sure.

Right here.
It's a fine place to meet.

I think you're
gonna like St. Nicholas.

He's in many ways
a lot like Santa Claus.

- Uncle John.
- Mm-hmm.

Anyone ever
tell you about St. Nicholas?

It's another name
for Santa Claus, isn't it?

It is not. He is a saint
and he's got his own day.

Is that so?

I've never heard
of St. Nicholas Day.

It's true.

So I'm gonna keep St. Nicholas

and let anybody
who wants to have Santa Claus.

You learned that
in Sunday School, did you?

See, the way it works is
he knows if you're a good boy

and if you are, he'll bring you
a gift from the Christ Child.

(Jim-Bob)
'What if you're bad?'

He brings you switches.

Where are you getting
all this stuff, anyway?

It's not stuff. It's true.

And you can write to him,
but I forgot to ask where.

Who did you forget to ask?

A guy I know.

[orchestral music]

Oh, this is generous of you,
Jeffrey.

You shared with me yesterday.

I made it myself.

- Oh, I believe you.
- I never made one before.

I, uh, believe that too.

[both laughing]

- Paul?
- Yes?

You forgot to tell me
where to write to St. Nicholas.

Oh, you don't write to him.

You just leave a letter
at the church maybe.

Or under your pillow.
He'll find it.

I sure hope so.
I really want that puppy.

What would you name him?

Nick.

Nick?

Good. That's a perfect name.

I wish you could come
to our house for Christmas.

But I guess you'll be
at your house with your brother.

No. I'm not going home.

You can come
to our house for Christmas.

We're gonna have lots of people.
Uncle John won't mind one more.

Thank you, Jeffrey.

(Elizabeth)
It smells so nice.

If it smells real good, you're
cutting too close to the resin.

Ew. You're right. So sticky.
How do I get it off?

Gasoline would
probably work

but that'd take
your nose off too.

Are brothers
ever nice and helpful?

Only when they're
a lot older.

I figure we'll have to have them
along the front of the church.

Then maybe we can lay them down
each pew aisle.

What do you think?
Think we got enough?

Don't ask me. I'm not old
enough to be nice and helpful.

Well, we better get some more,
just in case.

Maybe I will,
maybe I won't.

Brothers!

How come you can
do that so good?

Oh, you should
learn how to do this.

It isn't hard.

See. It's a whistle.

I can never learn how
to do it as well as you can.

That's what my little
brother used to say.

But I taught him
how well enough.

Maybe I could teach you.

- For me?
- Try it out.

[blows]

[Jeffrey blowing whistle]

Hey, Jim-Bob.

This is my new friend, Paul.

Hi.

What did you do that for?

Hey! Whoa! Slow down.
You're not going anywhere.

- Who is he, Jeffrey?
- He was my friend.

I never had one
like him before.

- Then, you had to come along.
- Hey! Wait a minute.

Darn you! Jim-Bob!

And the guy's
got my shirt on.

He had to steal
it off our clothesline.

You never saw him before?

Well, he's not from around here.

Did Jeffrey say how they
got to be such good friends?

(Jason)
'What did he look like,
Jim-Bob?'

Kind of tall and skinny,
with dark hair.

'It's hard to say.
He took off real quick.'

Sounds like the guy I found
in my car outside the Dew Drop.

He was sleeping in it.
Took off like a shot too.

Sounds like the guy
that we saw in the barn.

Also one that
broke Ike's window.

Baldwins' had a visitor too.
Said he looked cold and starved.

- He took off when I got there.
- Did you see him?

Beginning to sound like
one person all the way through.

Beginning to sound like
something else too.

Like he's runnin'.
Maybe from the law.

Or maybe
a deserter from the army.

Jeffrey say anything
to you about him?

Well, just that
he was his friend.

That I made him run away.

[knock on door]

- You hidin' from someone?
- If I am, it's Jim-Bob.

Yeah.

He told me you didn't
want much truck with him.

You wanna tell me
about your new friend?

We are secret friends.

- Whose idea was that?
- Paul's.

He's the one who
gave you that whistle?

There's nothing wrong
with having new friends.

It's just that those who love
you would like to know him too.

- Kinda hard if we are secret.
- Hmm.

He tell you that story
about St. Nicholas?

It's a mighty nice story.
How come he told you that?

He has a brother just my age.

He was telling me about him

and Christmas,
all of a sudden, popped up.

I think he misses his brother.

I bet he does.

He can't go home for Christmas.

I invited him here.

Well, I'm glad you did.

He won't come now
that Jim-Bob made him go away.

Hmm.

Well, let's see.
Maybe he will.

[blows]

Paul!

Paul! Paul, you over here?

[blows]

[intense music]

- Hi, daddy.
- Jason.

I checked. Camp Rockfish doesn't
list any deserters.

Maybe he's from somewhere else.

Could be,
but I don't think so.

The MPs and law officers
exchange that kind of

information all the time
with other camps and bases.

Jeffrey's
invited him for Christmas.

Well, when he comes,
we'll ask him.

Paul! I'm alone.
You don't have to be afraid.

["Joy To The World"]

Joy To The World
the Lord is come

Let Earth receive her King

Let every heart
prepare Him room

And heaven and nature sing
and heaven and nature sing

And heaven
and heaven and nature sing

He rules the world
with truth and grace

And makes the nations prove

The glories
of His righteousness

And wonders of His love
and wonders of His love

And wonders
and wonders of His love

Oh, how spirited!

How appropriate
that we should all be together

for this wassail!

[chuckling]
Is that what it is, Corabeth?

I thought it was
just good friends and family

getting together
on Christmas Eve.

(laughter)

I should like
to propose a toast.

With coffee, Ike?

Well, since Miss Mamie
is still highly contagious

we're not about
to have any of the recipe.

So...I toast..

...John-Boy..

'...Olivia..'

'...and Esther..'

'...and the Baldwin sisters..'

...and I wish them all
a merry Christmas.

And all of us too.

(all)
Hear, hear.

Merry Christmas, Ike.

That was nice, Ike.

It was, Mr. Godsey.

It really was.

I think there might be a bottle
of pop in the refrigerator, son.

I don't want it.

He hasn't gone near that tree.

I'm beginning to wish
I'd never seen Jeffrey's friend.

John Curtis..

...this is an honor reserved
for the youngest Walton.

Now, put this up on the tree.
Jim-Bob. Give it to Jim-Bob.

[piano music]

["O Christmas Tree"]

O Christmas Tree
O Christmas Tree

How true
you stand unchanging

O Christmas Tree
O Christmas Tree

How true
you stand unchanging

Your boughs
so green in summertime

Remain so green
in wintertime

O Christmas Tree
O Christmas Tree

How true
you stand unchanging

O Christmas Tree
O Christmas Tree

How true
you stand unchanging

O Christmas Tree
O Christmas Tree

How true
you stand unchanging

Your boughs
so green in summertime

Remain so green
in wintertime..

Paul! You came!

I wanted to bring you something.

Jeffrey, you better
keep this door..

This is my friend, Paul,
Uncle John.

Come in. Any friend of
Jeffrey's is a friend of ours.

Hey, everybody,
this is my friend, Paul.

- Hello, Paul.
- Hi, Paul.

- Merry Christmas.
- Nice to meet you, Paul.

This is like the first
Christmas tree, Jeffrey.

It had no
ornaments on it.

It was small and growing out
in a snow-covered forest

one bright Christmas Eve
hundreds of years ago.

Really?

When Martin Luther was
walking through that forest

on the way home to his family

the stars seemed to glisten
on the snow on its boughs

and so he took
it home to his children.

And to recreate the beauty
he saw he added candles

to light the tree like stars.

I've never heard that before.
It's lovely.

Tell them about St. Nicholas.

There's so
much to tell, Jeffrey.

Well, just about the part
where if you're good, he--

Ah, he brings you a gift
from the Christkind..

- From the Christ Child.
- And if you're bad?

You would never be bad, Jeffrey.

I must tell you something.

We do have some questions.

I should not be here

but I am tired of running.

And it is Christmas Eve.

I am homesick.

It's nice to see the faces
of a family on this night.

Do you have a family?

Oh, yes.

A mother and a father..

...and a brother,
so like Jeffrey.

Then you should stay.

No, Jeffrey.

I have escaped from a prisoner
of war camp in South Carolina.

- You're a Nazi?
- No.

I am a German
and an American.

I was born
in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

When I was 10, my father
decided to take us back

to the land of his father.

And he is still there.

You are a soldier.

I turn myself in to you.

I could not think
of Jeffrey as the enemy.

As you would find it hard
to think that of my brother.

My son was gunned
down by Germans.

We don't know if he'll recover.

I'm sorry.

I would like you to know
I have never killed a man.

Daddy...I think
we have to remember

that it was
a German fishing boat

that found John-Boy
and helped him to safety.

This is a special
evening in our home.

And Jeffrey
wants you to stay.

So you're welcome here.

- Merry Christmas, Paul.
- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.
- Thank you.

[dog whimpers]

[dramatic music]

[laughter]

- What's his name?
- Merry Christmas, Jeffrey.

(John-Boy)
It was a Christmas Eve
long remembered in our home.

An escaped prisoner of war

brought the spirit
of Christmas to Jeffrey

and to all those gathered
who longed for peace on Earth

goodwill toward men.

(Jim-Bob)
'You're really gonna let that
dog sleep with you, Jeffrey?'

(Jeffrey)
'His name's Nick.'

(Jim-Bob)
'If he keeps me awake,
his name's mud.'

(Jeffrey)
'He'll be quiet.
I'll hold him real close.'

(Jim-Bob)
'Okay. Goodnight, Jeffrey.'

(Jeffery)
'Goodnight, Jim-Bob.
Go to sleep now, Nick.'

[dog whimpers]

(Jeffrey)
'Uh-oh! Jim-Bob'

'you know when you told me
to take Nick outside?'

- 'Uh-huh.'
- 'I forgot.'

- 'Can I get in bed with you?'
- 'No! Goodnight.'

(Jeffrey)
'Merry Christmas, Jim-Bob.'

(John)
'Good night, boys.
Merry Christmas!'

["The Waltons' Theme"
by Jerry Goldsmith]