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THE JOURNEY TO THE CHRISTMAS STAR

BASED ON THE PLAY BY SVERRE BRANDT

We are jesters, that's our trade

What we do does stand apart It's what they call Commedia del'Arte

Yes, a merry crew are we

And we know every corner of the world

Through snow and sleet and wind

Autumn, winter, spring and summer We are on the road

And everywhere we go Harlequin the clown he jests

But first he takes his drum Into the street

"Come and see our show" On every square and lane

Everybody flocks To see us perform

We will always aim to please For we are trained in the art

Of theatre

-Get up now, and don't complain -For I am trained in the art

Of theatre

In the name of the King, what brings you here?

The King has granted me permission to perform everywhere.

-All over the country. -Fine. You may pass.

Thank you.

We hope to see you at the town square tonight.

Hear ye, hear ye! I salute thee!

Come see our fantastic show tonight, with acrobats and magicians!

Come to our theatre! Acrobats! Magicians!

Come and see our fantastic show with fire eaters and acrobats!

You'll be most welcome!

Thank you. Take care of the horses.

Come here, little one. You'll get to see jesters tonight.

Now you're a jester on stage.

Come closer, ladies and gentlemen.

No need to be afraid. We only bring cheer!

Try to round up as many as you can.

Come and see Harlequin's fantastic troupe of artists and jesters!

Lovely! Thank you so much!

A painter! Terrific! Come join us for tonight's show!

Come! See real love, passion and grief.

Come out from every nook and cranny, from streets and market squares!

Well? Are you writing, boys?

Let us begin.

Amsterdam, Rotterdam, Haag--

-Come and see our show -In every square and lane

Everybody flocks To see us perform

We will always aim to please For we are trained in the art

Of theatre

I beg your pardon, fair maiden. I'm terribly sorry.

There we are!

Bravo!

I thank you all.

My dear friends, as tonight is Christmas Eve--

Buffoon.

I would like to tell you a proper Christmas story.

Some might say it's a fairytale,

but I know that every word is true.

-Just ask Columbine here. -Of course!

May God strike me dead if I lie.

Thank you for your trust.

Still, this story begins just like a fairytale should.

Yes, come here.

Listen now.

Once upon a time there was a kingdom that was so beautiful--

It was so beautiful that anyone who visited

had never seen a kingdom more beautiful.

And the king who ruled this kingdom

ruled his country well. He was liked and revered by his people.

And the king and his queen lived in a big castle.

You know, maybe it looked just like the castle you have here.

The king and the queen had only one child.

A little girl called Gulltopp.

She was the sweetest girl you can imagine.

She was the apple of the king's eye and the centre of the queen's heart.

They loved her more than life itself.

And the people in the kingdom adored the little heiress to the throne.

The King also had a cousin. He was a count.

But nobody seemed to like him.

Seculorum...

Our story starts on a very busy day at the castle.

Cooks and chambermaids, stable boys and housekeepers,

kitchen helpers and maids...

They all had a lot of work to do.

Get out, you brat!

And it's no wonder that they were so busy,

because it was Christmas Eve. Just like today.

Perhaps it is today that this story starts.

You must wear your finest clothes today. It's Christmas Eve.

I can't wait to see the Christmas tree.

-Is it pretty? -You'll just have to wait and see.

But first, I want to give you this necklace.

Look! It's a golden heart.

There we go.

Look.

-It's so nice and shiny. -Yes.

Can you see the Christmas Star?

-Can you see it shining bright? -Yes.

You can only see it once a year, on Christmas Eve.

-It's so pretty. -Yes.

Here comes the King!

That's not a real star!

But isn't it nice and shiny?

Dear little Princess.

It is I, Ole, Court Floor-Cleaner Master-Scrubber of Royal Appointment,

who has polished it. I've been rubbing it for days on end.

This star has never shone brighter.

The real Christmas Star is much prettier.

Mummy, can I have the real Christmas Star?

I want to put it on the tree.

A star A light from afar

As much as you may want it...

Bear in mind That its points are sharp

It is better to admire it from afar

A star Is the beacon of life

A star Can provide hope, but also pain

So forget it It cannot be yours

First, you have to give it your heart.

I can make poetry, but I'm not much of an acrobat!

Please fetch a new lute for our graceful friend.

I'm going to find the Christmas Star and put it on top of our tree.

Come here, my dear girl!

Ladies and gentlemen, I will now perform a song about someone we all know well.

Someone we all care deeply about.

I'm the most beautiful, wisest and bravest man of them all

I am the richest, the cleverest, handsomest man that exists overall

I am delectable, a charmer, a dream

I am as tasty as sugar and cream

I'm the most beautiful, bravest and wisest and loveliest man of them all

I won't stand for it! I won't be insulted by this--

-By this-- -This what?

I wasn't even done, but another lute has gone.

-What did he-- -Look!

Well, my friends. Remember what day it is.

Let's at least try to get along with each other.

A lute is a clever thing, really.

There are two sides to a lute. We have the musical one...

...and the one that provides food. Not a lot of room, though.

But if I played the organ, I would--

What a fantastic meal! It was perfect down to every detail.

-Mr. Astrologist-- -Doctor Astrologiae, if I may.

So... Mr. Doctor...

You, with all your wisdom and knowledge...

You wouldn't happen to know how to make gold?

Gold?!

Well, I--

We, I mean. The King and the rest of us could use some riches.

I mean... Some more riches.

So I thought that you, with your know-how, perhaps would be able to...

But don't mention this to the King. This stays between you and me.

Then we can give the King a pleasant surprise, of course.

Young man, my science is precise. My field is the starry skies.

I read the future in the stars.

Making gold? Witchcraft! Trickery!

That's pure hocus-pocus.

But the stars in the sky, that's a different matter.

Knowing the starry sky and how to read it... Now, that's science.

-Not even a tiny little nugget? -No! Not even.

Watch it! Oh, Your Royal Highness.

-Sorry! -Not to worry, it was amusing.

Uncle, won't you show me the Christmas Star?

Of course, my sweet.

- I would really like to see it. -I'll show it to you.

Let's see here.

There it is, look.

-Isn't it beautiful ? -Yes.

-Would you like to have it? -Yes.

You can have it, if you give it your heart.

-This one? -The golden heart? Sure.

Go out into the forest tonight, as it is only tonight it is shining.

-Will you come with me? -No... It's nothing to be afraid of.

I say, if it isn't Your Splendid Honour the Count, in person?

Go away, you--

-Jester! -Right.

Time for little princesses to go to bed.

Adieu.

Now, my little sweetheart

With the golden hair

Tonight must now depart

A new day is now near

Dawn is soon returning

Tomorrow comes to pass

Oversees the turning

Of the hourglass

Rest your head on the pillow

With your hair of golden hue

You must go to sleep now

The Star watches over you

Now, my little sweetheart

With the golden hair

Tonight must now depart

A new day is now near

Good night.

Good night.

Sweet dreams, my child.

I want you.

-Right... Time to hit the road again. -I guess so.

You don't have me fooled.

-Clean the windows, feed the chickens... -Water the Christmas tree and--

The head chambermaid will clean the tree.

-Water the tree, I mean. -Petrine!

The Princess is gone! She's not in her room!

Ole, you go that way, and I'll go this way.

Hello! Has anyone here seen Princess Gulltopp?

Have you seen her?

Answer me! I'll take that as a no.

I heard the terrible news, and I rushed here straight away

to offer you my support in this moment of grief.

If I can help in any way...

-Just say the word. -Thank you.

Thank you.

Sir, we have searched the entire castle, but we can't find the princess.

Poor soul, she must be out looking for the Christmas Star.

I just laughed at her. I didn't think she was being serious.

Dear God, she's probably out there in the freezing forest. What shall we do?

-Send every soldier out to look for her. -Yes, Sir.

Well, do something! Don't just stand there!

But what am I supposed to do?

There are no stars to guide me in the daylight hours.

An important announcement from the King! Gather in the town square!

Everybody to the square!

Hear ye, hear ye!

This is an announcement from His Majesty to everyone here:

"His beloved, also by the people, daughter, Princess Gulltopp,

has gone missing from the castle.

A reward of one hundred gold ducats will be rewarded...

...to whomever brings the Princess back to safety.

By royal decree..."

Right. The usual rules apply.

Heads means left, tails mean right.

Heads again. Left it is!

Come on!

Stop!

What's that? Down there?

Oh, look!

It's a little girl.

The poor little soul.

She's alive.

-She's barely got any clothes on. -We'll take her with us.

We will look after this child

and offer her all the love that she never received.

Poor little thing. Everything will be fine, you'll see.

Giddy-up!

-Have you seen the Princess? -No, we haven't found her.

We've searched for the Princess everywhere.

But she's nowhere to be found, neither in the forest nor the village.

My baby!

-Have you searched everywhere? -Yes, Sir.

She is nowhere to be found in your kingdom.

Gulltopp!

Cursed star! Don't show yourself in my kingdom again!

Oh, my God. What have I done?

It has been twelve years since we visited these parts.

In the meantime, we have performed our show near and far.

For rich and for poor, young and old.

But it's not easy to gather a crowd around here.

They say this kingdom is in mourning.

The Princess and the Queen disappeared on Christmas Eve of all days.

And the King has put a curse on the Christmas Star.

What a terrible state.

By the way, have you met Sonja?

Isn't she lovely?

Giddy-up!

Greetings, everyone!

Come and see tonight's show!

Everyone is welcome to our big show!

Come and see what our performers can do.

With a skip and a jump and some music too.

From the North and the South, the East and the West.

Bring the whole family, and the friends you love best.

Come along, and you'll all be impressed!

Come closer!

Come see our show this evening!

This is no use. Maybe they'll give us a chance at the castle?

Ole?

Ole?

Ole!

Are you talking to me?

Petrine?

You can't sit in that chair!

-What chair? -The throne.

Ole. Don't you like--

Like? There's nothing to like about this place.

Only grief and misery for twelve years. I'm sick of it.

-I'm afraid to crack a smile. -That's not what I meant. I--

-Well, there is something I like. -What?

My job. I have a lot of responsibility.

There's a lot to do as Court Floor-Cleaner Master-Scrubber of Royal Appointment.

It is a highly demanding task.

-And exhausting. -Oh, sorry.

Not to worry.

Petrine, I feel there's too much grief here.

-The King is despairing, and-- -Ole, will you let me talk?

Just...

No, that's not right.

I'm so confused.

It should be in the seventh house--

-I don't understand. -What don't you understand?

The Christmas Star should be visible over the castle now.

It's a mystery.

-Can we be of any help? -No, no...

It was like magic. If I go up in the tower...

It can't be easy. He's been looking for that star for twelve years.

No wonder he's lost it.

Ole...

Have you ever felt your heart-- That your heart just...

Never a moment's peace.

What's the meaning of this? Are you not done in here yet?

An important meeting will take place here today.

We can't tolerate such sloppiness!

How many times do I have to tell you

that my chair is to stand next to the King's chair?

Get to it!

He's just getting worse and worse.

Yes, and if he gets any more power it will be tough for people around here.

Here comes the King!

By the Sun and the Moon!

His Majesty the King, His Highness the Count...

The superb wise man Amandus Amsterdammus...

The supreme Doctor Astrologiae, Little Leo Gillilai...

The...

The...

Mr. Svensson. Professor Emeritus from Uppsala.

I have gathered you here, the world's wisest men, so that you can tell me

where my daughter, Princess Gulltopp, and my wife, the Queen, have gone to.

And why the Christmas Star has disappeared.

The floor is yours, scholars.

Your Majesty, we have discussed the matter at length.

I would like to make it perfectly clear that when--

When the star disappeared, the Princess and the Queen also disappeared.

Which means--

That the Christmas Star must be found

in order for His Majesty's daughter and wife to return.

Yes! It is evident that the Christmas Star must first be found.

Indeed, and that's a very tricky matter.

An inharmonious conjunction must have been created between the Sun and Mercury.

Based on all this evidence, it must be said--

Signs that are usually incompatible,

have entered an ambivalent symbiosis.

And that's not good.

But on one hand, and on the other hand--

I would like to point out that we are looking into

all possible circumstances that...

-That... -That...

Stop. This is going nowhere.

If the star cannot be found, we will have to create a new one.

Genius!

-I can't believe I never thought of that. -Of course! It's plain as day.

But how does one create a star?

I know how.

I can at least try.

In my youth, I did some experiments to see if I could create gold.

In the name of science, of course.

I would like to create a star made out of gold.

Very well. Get to it.

Who came first? The chicken or the egg?

Next, the magic formula.

Any progress?

Any progress?

I'm getting closer.

He's getting closer!

Hocus-pocus...

What was the magic word...

Where's my looking glass?

I guess not.

This is ridiculous!

You don't know a thing! Get out!

Get out of here! Now!

Go away, you lot!

Someone by the name of Harlequin is requesting an audience, Sir.

Your Majesty!

I humbly ask if my troupe and I may perform for your court this evening.

It was just a little accident.

-It went boom. -Boom?

How dare you come with such an outrageous request?

Don't you know that the Royal Court is in mourning?

-Show this charlatan the door. -Your Majesty...

Please give these jesters a chance.

Even though your grief is strong I advise you, lend them ear

It may make your day less long If it is filled with cheer

You're right. Let the jesters in.

Thank you kindly.

Then they had better put on a good show.

I'm sure they will. And I'll see to it personally.

Hey, Columbine... There's something I want to ask you.

I have a bit of a problem. I love Ole so much.

-Right. -But wait--

But I can't seem to make him realise that he loves me too.

I thought that maybe you, an actress, could help me make him understand?

-Understand what? -That he loves me.

Give him a kiss.

-A kiss? -A kiss.

A kiss?

Well, now... What is a sweet little girl like you doing with a crowd like this?

-With these charlatans? -Charlatans? No, we're actors.

Be that as it may, I actually know a trick or two myself.

Hep! What do you know. I'm not as dexterous as I used to be.

No, please. Keep it.

However... I would like a little kiss in exchange.

Would you look at that!

The Count's love for the people on full display.

Looks like I got here just in the nick of time.

Mr. Ole? Have you polished and scoured to make the grand hall nice and clean?

Oh yeah? Is there a pretend queen in my presence?

I suppose we need a pretend king as well.

-Don't I look handsome? -Ole, you can't--

Be quiet when the King is speaking!

Your Majesty, at your service.

Our top man at the castle is Ole,

Court Floor-Cleaner Master-Scrubber of Royal Appointment.

We don't pay him enough, and I decree that his salary be doubled as of today.

-Is that understood? -Yes, Your Majesty.

He shall also take over Petrine's job.

His title shall be Master of the Royal Housekeeper.

That's quite enough. We have a lot to do, Ole.

-Is that understood? -Yes, it is understood.

But I also know that I'm the one in charge,

and it is I who give the orders around here!

Give him a kiss, she said...

Honesty will get you far This we know is true

But when it comes to love and war Shrewdness will work too!

Dear friends,

Let me introduce to you: Harlequin and his world-famous ensemble.

We will perform for you a Christmas pageant in four tableaux.

And with a moral ending.

Any similarity to any real people or events is completely accidental.

Ladies and gentlemen, mesdames et messieurs :

"The Christmas Star That... Disappeared”.

Tableau number one: The Intrigant.

It's not easy to be Just a simple count like me

If I were a prince at least My weary mind might then be eased

Even counting all my money Is not as fun as it used to be

I'm tired of being a wallflower What I really want is... power!

I will not yield, nothing is fine Until the kingdom is all mine!

Tableau number two: An Evil Plan is Put Into Action.

The Christmas Star! It's so pretty!

Isn't it just, my love?

Go, fetch the Christmas Star! Your father, the King, will be pleased.

Yes! I will! But...

But how do I find it?

Wander into the woods this evening, and the Star shall be yours.

My daughter!

My daughter, where are you?

I too feel you grief, Your Majesty.

Christmas Star, I curse you!

Tableau number three: The Lust for Power Knows No Limits.

-And now, only one thing remains-- -Stop!

Stop this at once! This is a grievous insult to my person.

They are suggesting that the disappearance of the Christmas Star is my fault!

I demand full vindication.

And I demand that these impudent jesters be punished!

The Count is right. Nobody can blame him for this.

He has supported me through these terrible times more than anyone.

"Christmas Star, can I have you?"

Asked a girl in adoration

I'd give anything, no hesitation

If I could just have you

"Christmas Star, oh go away!"

Bitterly the King he shouted

And in darkness all was shrouded

Must you in hiding lay?

Christmas Star, oh please be mine

You have made us suffer badly

I'll give you my heart so gladly

Let me make you shine

Christmas Star, please stay with me

It's so nice to see you glimmer

Never take away your shimmer

Never forget me

What a beautiful song.

Come here, my child.

-What's your name? -Sonja.

Sonja...

Your song reminded me of my own woes.

I, too, am searching for the Christmas Star, but I can't find it.

-Maybe I can find it for you? -Alas, I don't think so, dear Sonja.

All the wisest men in all the world have done all they can to find it.

If they can't find it, you can't either.

Yes, I can! Maybe it is right here.

Maybe it has been here all along, we just weren't able to see it.

Dear King, please let me try.

-But do you know how to find it? - I do. I'll just have to go left.

Go left? How come?

That's where the heart is.

Good morning!

Merry Christmas, little one!

-Merry Christmas. -And a Merry Christmas to you.

-Where are you headed, dear? -I'm looking for the Christmas Star.

-Maybe you've seen it? -Oh, no.

The Christmas Star has been missing for years.

Nobody knows where it is.

But my dear... Please buy a Christmas sheaf from a poor old woman.

But you see, I have no money. I'm just as poor as you are.

But... What about this?

I'll gladly accept it as payment.

It's the most precious thing I have.

But...

Okay, I'll give it to you.

You'll never regret this, my dear.

Here you are.

Farewell.

Who are you, skulking about on the King's land?

I'm on my way to the market with my sheafs.

Right. Well, away you go.

Just one moment.

Have you seen a girl wandering around in the forest?

Answer me!

She went that way.

Sonja, be careful. The Count is looking for you.

What does he want with me?

He wants to stop you from finding the Christmas Star.

Stop me from finding it?

Yes, exactly. He wants to stop you.

Shh! What was that?

Did you hear that?

Hurry, Sonja. Hurry!

Come on! Giddy-up!

Come on!

Save it, Sonja. Just save it.

-Halt! Or I'll shoot! -Oh, dear. I'm so scared!

Fire!

Fire!

Serves you right, you lousy count.

-Thank you for saving me. -Don't mention it.

But who are you, travelling in Santa's sleigh?

Santa's sleigh?

Quiet!

Precisely. But you didn't answer my question.

-Who are you? -My name is Sonja.

Is that so? And are you going far?

I don't really know. I'm headed to the Christmas Star.

Quiet!

To the Christmas Star? That's very far.

You had better get in Odin's Wagon and follow the Milky Way!

Quiet!

We'll take you to see Santa Claus. Maybe he knows the way.

But you have to promise not to tell anyone where he dwells.

And the same goes for you!

Here we are. After you.

That smells lovely!

-What a nice place you have here! -Nice? Here? Now?

Presents and presents And presents and presents

We work hard like peasants To make all these presents

From the north to the south they all shout: Presents!

We work hard, no time for a break Work until our tummies ache

Indigestion is a worry But we always have to hurry

When everybody asks for more and more

Presents!

But when summer comes Life is good for Santa's helpers

We put all our tools down And just take a holiday

Then you won't see us frown We let time just drift away

When summer comes Life is good for Santa's helpers

Presents and presents And presents and presents

We are constantly making more presents

We continue to go on As long as they demand: Presents!

Everyone is super busy Come on now, let's make it whizzy

It's so stressful, it's so tough Days are rough and we get dizzy

We don't want to make Any more presents!

But when summer comes Life is good for Santa's helpers

No more angels in the snow No more mangers filled with hay

Santa's sack is empty now Next Christmas is far away

Yes, when summer comes Life is good for Santa's helpers

Give it a rest.

Well, now...

So, you are Sonja.

-Welcome to our workshop. -Thank you

-Are you Santa Claus? -Yes, in person.

Please, get some food in you.

It's so nice to see someone with a healthy appetite.

But I can't stay. I have to be on my way and deliver the last remaining presents.

Although...

What would you like for Christmas, Sonja?

You know... I never got any presents at Christmas.

What?! You never got any Christmas presents?

You see, I'm an orphan. Nobody knows who my parents are.

Oh, I see.

In that case, you won't be on our lists.

But we will make it up to you, once and for all.

You can wish for anything you want.

-Wish for money and things! -A lute with strings.

-A nice little dolly. -A beautiful trolley.

-Streams of gold. -Dreams to behold.

-Smiles and joy. -A wind-up toy.

A wind-up toy?

Okay, fine.

Think about it carefully, Sonja. I can only grant you one wish.

Yes...

Then I wish...

...that I find the Christmas Star, so that the King is reunited with Gulltopp.

That's a really good wish, Sonja! A really good wish.

You shall find the Christmas Star.

Perhaps you could take me to it?

No, you'll have to go there on your own.

But I'll give you a lift for some of the journey.

Let's get in, Sonja.

There. The night is nice and clear.

You'll find your Christmas Star, Sonja.

Thank you.

Well... This is where we part ways, Sonja.

I have to deliver my presents.

But the Christmas Star... Where is it?

The Christmas Star has been in the sky all along.

People just can't see it anymore.

But if you wish strongly enough for it to shine for all humankind...

...then it will.

Best of luck, brave Sonja. Best of luck!

My dear Christmas Star, shine for me.

Shine for all mankind and make them happy again.

Shine for us.

All is well! The time is--

But-- The Christm--

The Christmas Star is here!

The Christmas Star... Come on out here! The Christmas--

The Christmas Star is here.

Look over there!

It's so beautiful!

-The Christmas Star! -I can see it!

After twelve years...

There's Sonja...

And there's the Christmas Star.

That means Sonja must be...

Yes, Sir.

His Highness the Count.

Your Majesty. I have wonderful news!

I found the Christmas Star!

-Are you sure? -I found the Star.

-The Christmas Star? -Take a look, Your Majesty.

No!

Help!

Help...

Please buy a Christmas sheaf from a poor old woman.

You have no business here. Go away!

-I'm only selling my sheafs. -I said, go away!

Are you sure you don't want a sheaf, a big, strong soldier like you?

Huh? What in the world...?

Dear friends, let's celebrate Christmas!

And let's light the Christmas tree.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

The prophecy...

"When the Christmas Star shines once again, Gulltopp will return."

-That was the prophecy, wasn't it? -That's what they said.

Do you know where she might be?

Yes, I do.

-I can bring you the Princess back. -You can?

On one condition.

Which is...?

-That you let me marry her... -Yes, of course.

...give me half the kingdom now, and make me your successor.

Yes.

Please, Sir, you can't do this! There's something--

Sir, he is hiding something.

He's lying, the Count. A huge amount.

-A mount? -No, the Count.

-Nonsense! -Thank you.

The Count is my best friend. And my closest relative.

Of course I want him to inherit the kingdom, and more.

Fetch me pen and paper.

I thought I'd never see such a joyous day again.

Thank you.

Now, then...

We have to do something.

Let go of me! How dare you lay your hand on me?!

Wait, Your Majesty.

It wasn't the Count who found the Christmas Star.

It was Sonja.

That's a blatant lie. This woman is a charlatan!

Your Majesty, don't listen to her.

This is a conspiracy.

This is a conspiracy against my person!

The Count is right.

He told us the Christmas Star is back, not Sonja.

Depart! Otherwise, I will have you imprisoned.

Your Majesty.

Do you recognise this golden heart?

Oh, but--

That's the heart Princess Gulltopp was wearing when she went missing.

My word, so it is.

-Where did you find this, old lady? -She stole it, Your Majesty.

Sonja gave it to me, as payment for a Christmas sheaf.

A Christmas sheaf... That's preposterous.

Then Sonja must know where to find Gulltopp.

Ask her yourself, Your Majesty.

My child!

Who are you?

It's the Princess!

You haven't changed a bit, Your Royal Highness.

I recognised you at once.

Oh no, you don't!

-Who's that? -It's the Count.

Seize him!

No, let me go! This is an insult of my person!

As the jester says: A lute has many uses.

Can a person get some sleep here?

Fetch the jesters! Music!

Today, we will celebrate so they can hear us in seven kingdoms!

Fair maiden, may I have this dance?

Oh, I beg your pardon. I apologise.

Who on earth was that? Oh, thank you.

Listen... Where did the old woman go?

The old woman?

-I haven't seen her all night. -We need to find her.

We have her to thank for all of this.

Yes, it is me.

I can't believe it...

A spell was cast on me when you cursed the Christmas Star.

Since then, I have searched for Gulltopp endlessly.

I knew she was the only one who could break the spell

and make the star shine again.

And when you gave me your golden heart...

...I knew that the bad times were over.

Come. Let's go look at the Christmas Star.

It's beautiful.

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