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[theme music]

NARRATOR: "Gunsmoke" staring
James Arness as Matt Dillon.

ORPHANS: [SINGING] We
three kings of Orient

are bearing gifts
we traverse afar.

Field and fountain,
moor and mountain,

following yonder star.

Oh, star of wonder,
star of night,

star with royal beauty bright.

Westward leading,
still proceeding,

guide us to the perfect light.

Born a king on
Bethlehem's plain,

gold I bring to crown him again.

King forever, ceasing
never, over us all to reign.

Oh, star of wonder,
star of night,

star with royal beauty bright.

Westward leading,
still proceeding,

guide us to the perfect light.

Glorious now behold him arise--

Mr. Spangler, faster.

I'm losing pressure.

Try shutting your mouth.

[crash]

Take your bow, children.

And now, take your places.

Ahem.

I'm, uh, sure that, uh, we all
on the governor's committee

are highly edified by the
program of Christmas carols.

Yes, yes.

Very nice indeed.

Mr. Spangler, you will
leave the room, please.

Now, each year
at this same time,

us members of the
governor's committee

reach down deep
into our own pockets

and make an
unsolicited donation.

Now, uh, this money, this
money is hard come by,

and there ain't nobody
that makes us give it.

This year, the
envelope, uh, contains

$2 more than it did last year.

Gracious.

$17.

Mm-hmm, yes, ma'am.

17 hard come by
dollars, but which

we are giving in the Christian
spirit of love and charity.

I give 5, the other
gentleman give 4,

and the ladies give 2 each.

MISS GRUNDY: Children,
thank the governors.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

And now, the children will
sing "Away in a Manger."

Take your places, please.

Eyes.

[hums]

ORPHANS: [SINGING]
Away in a manger,

no crib for a bed,
the little Lord Jesus

lay down his sweet head.

The stars in the sky--

Mr. Spangler, you have
mortified me for the last time.

I want you to pack
your bags and get out.

You are fired.

Oh, Miss Grundy, I wasn't--

Not another word.

Please leave.

You have exactly
one hour to get out.

ORPHANS: [SINGING] But little
Lord Jesus, no crying he makes.

I love thee, Lord Jesus.

Look down from the sky,
and stay by my cradle

till morning is nigh.

Come on!

Come on, Titus.

That's not fair!

Oh, come on.

Sorry, really sorry.

I wish that I could put you
all in my bag take you with me.

But I can't.

I won't stay if you don't.

I wanna go where
there's a Christmas.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Miss Grundy didn't right
out and say we couldn't

have a proper Christmas.

Well, that's true, honey.

She didn't say it right out
last time or the year before.

It just never happened,
and won't never.

Yeah.

Because if we go with you,
we'll all be together.

Santa Claus doesn't
stop anyplace he doesn't

see no kind of Christmas.

Can't we just put a
big sign on the roof

that says, "Dear Santy
Claus, it ain't that we

don't want no Christmas.

It's just that we
ain't got none"?

There ain't no
Santy Claus no how.

Course there is, Mike.

Yeah.

There ain't neither,
'cause we never seen him.

Children!

There is still time to get
some work done before supper.

Get busy!

Time is ticking, Mr. Spangler.

Madam, you are an
abominable wretch.

Mr. Spangler, you are an
insensitive ne'er-do-well.

I couldn't abide another
one of your Christmases.

What's in them kids
aching their hearts out

when the money's been given?

Not another word
about Christmas.

You have 27 minutes.

If you're not gone by
the end of that time,

I shall send for the sheriff.

We took a vote.

We're gonna run away with you.

Yeah!

Yeah!

We ain't gonna stay
with Miss Grundy no more.

We wanna go, too.

We can work and
make a lot of money.

Maybe we can go to California.

You kids want
Christmas that bad, huh?

You'd run away to find it.
-You bet we would.

Yeah.

It wouldn't be no kind
of Christmas without you.

No way, sir.

Please, Mr. Spangler.

[bell rings]

By the heavenly order,
well, we'll do it!

[cheers]

Now, you get parcels
together, and we'll

be hip deep in Christmas
before you know it!

"Dear Miss Emma Grundy,
IOU seven orphans.

Signed, Titus Spangler."

ORPHAN: Come on.

ORPHAN: Come on,
put your jacket on.

[theme music]

SPANGLER: Now, this
here decree come out

from under Caesar Grumpus saying
that Joseph, the carpenter,

had best pay up his taxes.

Now, where he had
to pay them was

in his birthing place,
which was a no account

watering hole named Bethlehem.

Now, this Bethlehem was
situationed way south

of everywhere, so there
was nothing for Joseph

to do put to put his
Mary upon his donkey

and light out for Bethlehem.

[crash]

Whoa!

Hold on there.

Don't know who they think
they are, jangling my tooth

fillings down to the roots.

Come back here, you
sneaky shark boot!

You can't leave us here!

We're going to Californy!

[train whistles]

That's the last time you'll
get any of my business!

Well, lookee there.

Dodge City, all lit up
like a Christmas tree.

You think maybe your friend
Marshal Dillon will put us up?

ORPHAN: Yeah, I'll
bet he's got a place.

Well, uh, Michael, I was,
uh, only funning about that.

You know, like kind of
a make believe story.

I really don't have no
friends in Dodge City at all.

Dagnabbit.

What's wrong?

Dodge City.

We got derailed in the
only place I ever told Old

Funnelface I had any friends.

Sure as fire and tarnation,
Emma Grundy'll be

coming to snatch me barefaced.

[train whistles]

I'm hungry, Mr. Spangler.

So am I.

I'm really cold, too.

I know, honey, I know.

And I'm gonna do something
about that right now.

[humming "the first noel"]

Just don't you
make nary a wobble.

Now, you pickadillied that,
that door lock of Mr. Lathrop's.

Are you the night watchman?

I ain't just a night watchman,
I'm a US deputy marshal.

Oh, I sure am glad to
see you, Deputy Marshal.

A minute there, I
thought you were a friend

of that there other outlaw.

What outlaw?

Why, that, big, back
door lock pickadiddling

Bad Belly, that's who.

He was in here a-helping
himself to various and sundries,

and I caught him red
handed and sticky fingered.

Where'd he get off to?

As soon as he seen me, he
just high tailed it out of here

quicker than a greased pigeon.

The only set of tracks out
yonder is a-heading in here.

That's because he made his
getaway running backwards.

Uh-huh.

You're gonna make yours going
frontwards-- to the jailhouse.

Oh, you can't arrest me.

Uh, my name's Marple.

Reverend Waldo B. Marple.

Marple, heading to Massachu.

Glad to meet you, Deputy.

Well, you ain't
gonna be for long.

Now, get off to jail.

Go on.

Right in there.

What's that?

Why, it's a telegraph.

It's a telegraph?

It's from Busthead Grundy!

Busthead Grundy?

Who's he?

Go on, get in there.

Ain't a he, Deputy.

It's a she.

Emma Grundy's a dry
preaching, full abstaining,

bottle-smashing outlady who
goes temperancing around

Kansas rearranging saloons with
a two-handle, 10-pound prybar.

I suppose it don't worry you
none she's a-coming to Dodge.

One woman?

That don't worry me.

Shoot, no.

Yeah?

Well, this one woman
gonna worry you.

I swear, I seen her
once in Osage City

fetch a poor,
inoffensive drummer up

aside his derby with
her prybar and clove

him swept down the grommets
without so much as a

by your leave.
-My foot.

Go on, get in there.

I seen it.

I tell you, I seen it.

Another thing about
this outlady Grundy--

she's got a face
on her like a butt

maggot at a-- at a taffy pull.

If I was you, I'd keep that
telegram to myself, Deputy.

[humming "the first noel"]

This here is from the most
fearsome outlady there is.

Outlady?

Well, that's the
shemale word for outlaw.

Oh.

The Reverend Marple told
me that his own self.

He's a man of the Gospel.

Let me have that thing, Festus.

What's it say?

US Marshal, Dodge, and so on.

"Former handyman named
Titus Spangler stole

seven orphans from
Pawnee County Orphanage,

December 21 instance.

Stop.

Believed on way to
Dodge City with orphans.

Stop.

Please arrest Spangler.

Hold orphans under strictest
discipline it found.

Stop.

Miss Emma Grundy,
headmistress, Pawnee County

Orphanage, Lawrence, Kansas."

Mm-hmm.

Outlady.

SPANGLER: There you
are, little darlings.

Just help yourselves.

Golly, looks like
a whole storeful.

Yeah.

Licorice.

Beef jerky and licorice sticks.

Ham.

SPANGLER: And there's plenty
in there for everybody.

You don't have to grab none.

A whole storeful.

[hacking coughs]

What's the matter
with Patricia?

She's been coughing
like that since you left.

Ain't got a fever, but we
best not take any chances.

She gotta see a doctor.

Mary, you bring me that
blanket over there.

Cold enough outside
to freeze the clappers

off the Liberty Bell.

Come on, darling.

Now, you all listen to me.

The deputy in town here,
he got a wire, one of them

telegraphy wires,
from Miss Grundy.

Now, I didn't get a
chance to read it all,

but my guess is that she's
on her way here right now.

ORPHANS: Oh, no!

If she sees us, she'll
have us by the scruff.

Them's the facts.

Where do you think
you're going, honey?

Got to thinking, sir.

Better if I take Patricia
to the doctor's whiles

you stay outside.

Less people see you, the better.

All right, sweetheart.

But you stay close
behind in my footsteps

so you don't get to
feeling the wind.

Well, that looks just fine.

Just fine.

How far did you have bring her?

Oh, maybe two, three miles.

Two or three miles?

But I like walking.

Walking?

You walked two or three
miles in this weather?

Where's your mother and father?

Oh, they're staying with some
other folks outside town, sir.

What other folks?
What's their names?

It's, uh, well, it's--

It's Brady, sir.

Brady?

Huh.

Never heard of them.

Must be new folks in town.

Yes, sir.

Well--

We're all of us just
sort of passing through.

Well, I'm gonna take you
over to Moss Molly's, and I'm

gonna get you a nice,
warm bowl of oatmeal,

and I'm gonna tuck
you both into bed.

We do gotta be
getting back, sir.

You stay right where
you are until I get back.

I'll change my clothes
and be back in a minute.

Well, if it ain't the reverend.

I'll pay for what
I took, Deputy,

even if it takes a year.

Just about what I
figure you'll get.

Come on.

But you ain't gonna lock
me up again, are you?

Tighter than the
bark on a tree.

But I'm a preaching man.

My foot.

You ain't no reverend.

You're that Titus Spangledangle
or some such thing.

You're the one that
stole them seven

orphan young'uns from that Emmy
Grunny, that's who you are.

You're going to jail.

Come on.

All right now, here we go.

We're going right over to
Moss Molly's to get some food.

Oh, we can't, sir.

Our folks'll jut
worry themselves sick.

Well, now, Mary, we're not
gonna worry about your folks

worrying about you.

Because, well, there just
ain't any folks, are there?

Here!

Wait a minute!

Here!

Come back here!

Mary!

Mary, come back!

I'll help you.

Honest, I will.

So first thing is we gotta
get Mr. Spangler out of jail

before Miss Grundy gets here.

Yeah.

And we gotta hurry.

Yeah, but how are
we gonna do that?

Somebody think of something.

I got an idea how.

What?

Uh-oh.

I bet you I know.

It worked pretty
good on Halloween.

Oh, yeah.

Of course.

Everybody was sick
for three days after.

Well, we oughta question
him and find out where

those kids are hiding out.

I've done asked him till
I'm blue in the face.

The only thing he'll say is
he don't know nobody named

Spangledangle or such a thing.

Well, we'll see about--

[knock on door]

--well, come in.

I wanna talk to the
marshal about a bunch

of kids that run away.

DOC: Well, there's the
marshal right there.

You can talk to him.

TOM: Can I warm my hands, sir?
FESTUS: You betcha.

Help yourself.

Oh, not the stink bomb again.

FESTUS: Say, uh, talking
about runaway young'uns, I

don't believe I saw you before.

You got a name?

My name's Tom.

I'm visiting my
grandfather for Christmas.

Oh?

What's your grandpa's name?

Ow, ow, my hand!

Run for the railroad
station, Mr. Spangler!

We're making a getaway!

[coughs]

DOC: For heaven's
sake, that is vile!

It's Miss Grundy.

DOC: That's awful.

Just terrible.

MARY: Duck.

Titus Spangler, I've found you!

Where are my children?

You're going with me.

This man has to be arrested!

Let him alone!

He's done been arrested!

This man is a
child stealer, and I

want him arrested immediately.

Gently, gently, gently!

Gently, gently, good people.

It's the vigil of Christmas.

There you are, Titus.

Let me see you tinker
your way out of that.

No possibility.

And besides that, there
ain't no chance for you

to pickydiddle your way out of
a Haggen double-choke sapper's

knot, I'll tell you that.

If I may say so,
stink bomb or not,

this felon should be
locked up in jail.

Ma'am, the only thing that he's
did was to take some vittles

for them hungry young'uns.

I only intend to see
that justice is served.

It isn't justice
to punish a man

whose only crime has been to
see that some children get

a Christmas.

Crime cannot be excused
in the name of Christmas.

[door opens]

[cheers]

Hey, let's go.

But we've even got
our own tree, ma'am.

All for the children.

A Christmas party in a saloon?

That is out of the question.

Suppose we gave the
party in the church.

The matter is
irretrievably closed.

I wish we could say
the same for your mouth!

I'm sure you'll find the
papers are all in order.

Well, like I said,
Miss Grundy, I'm

gonna have Judge Brooker
take a look at them.

I don't have too
much time, Marshal.

I heard your eastbound's
run into snowdrifts.

Three hours late.

ORPHANS: Yay!

Children!

Your faces are disgusting.

You are excused to
go and wash them.

Take your plates with
you to the kitchen,

and say grace while
you are walking.

Nice bunch of kids.

Their manners have deteriorated
incredibly in five days.

Miss Grundy, I see that
you have here a complaint

and charges of seven
counts of child

stealing against Titus Spangler.

Did you mean to use this?

Well, I consider
that to be entirely

justifiable in a court of law.

Wouldn't you?

Well, I've talked to
Titus, Miss Grundy.

And, uh, I think there's
serious doubt as to

whether, uh, he had to
force or fool those kids

to go anywhere with him.

Do you mean that you don't
intend to honor my complaint?

Well, if you can
get a judge to sign

a bench warrant for his arrest,
I'll see it gets executed.

In the meantime, you
don't have to worry,

because Titus isn't
going anywhere, anyway.

Well, what about the children?

Well, that'll be
up to Judge Brooker.

You are siding
with that despicable

man just because of that
barroom Christmas party.

Sir, I am responsible
for those children,

and I feel that it would
be harmful for them.

Miss Grundy, it's
hard for me to see

how it would do them any harm.

By raising their expectations.

What about next year
when there is nothing?

How cruel to give them
a glimpse of Christmas

and then take it away from them.

They will learn to hate the
orphanage, even hate Christmas.

Oh, don't you see what
a risk it would be?

Well, that may be, but
it's a risk I'd take.

Oh, Marshal.

Sir, I speak from
personal experience.

I was brought up in a very
strict religious community

where Christmas was only
a holy day with song.

No Christmas trees, no presents,
no decorations, no turkey.

And I was happy, because
I didn't know any better.

And then we had a
death in our family,

and we had to visit relatives.

And it was while we were
there at my Aunt Mary's house

that I saw it for the
first time-- the tree

and the sugar plums
and the gifts.

And I had my first gift.

She gave me a music box.

But when we got back home, my
father-- who was first deacon

of the church, a
very pious man--

gave the music box to the
church for the foreign missions.

It was years before I
stopped hating my father

for giving my present away.

But the point is
that I have never

had a happy Christmas since.

Perhaps now you
can understand why

I am so certain that my
children should not be exposed

to your Christmas party.

Well, a Christmas
for the children

is hardly the same
as prosecuting Titus

for trying to give them one.

Nevertheless, you will
do your duty, I'm sure.

I'm sure.

Well?

Well, Matt, if there ever
was any serious questions as

to her right to take them
kids when and how she pleases,

you can quash it now.

She owns them, body,
boots, and short britches.

Well, what about Titus?

Well, he was legally dismissed
for, uh, "flagrant immorality."

It's right here in
the orphanage bylaws.

I thought he was
fired for being drunk.

Being drunk is flagrant
immorality in Kansas.

Well, she oughta
be arrested for just

downright hard heartedness.

Now, Kitty, look,
I agree with you.

But there's nothing that
legally says she has

to give those kids a Christmas.

Well, there oughta be.

Failure to have one oughta
be flagrant immorality.

Kitty, now, look.

You're getting all worked up.

And there's one thing I want
you to promise me right now,

and that is I don't want
any groups of women's

vigilante committees getting
together to try and take

those kids away from her.

Agreed?

The thought never
crossed my mind.

Titus?

Yes'm?

I'm just helping out a bit.

Oh.

Uh, Titus, what do you
know about Emma Grundy?

Well, about a dozen
things, all told.

One, she don't like me.

Two, she ain't dead yet.

The other 10?

Commandments.

Once you've got them, you
pretty well got Emmy Grundy.

What do you wanna know?

Well, isn't there any
flaw in her character?

None at all?

She's just as
pure as the driven

snow, and no sign of drifting.

Titus, I've been running a
saloon for a good many years,

and everybody has
got some weakness.

I mean, well, doesn't she ever--

No, never, never.

No.

Now, Titus, I want you think.

It's very important.

Some little, tiny,
small imperfection.

No, no, nothing.

Unless'n, of course, you're the
kind of a hackle-shelled tin

Judas that thinks
it's evil for a lady

to take a little spoonful of
medicinal brandy now and then.

Miss Grundy takes a snort?

Well, now, bracing yourself
against the chillblains

ain't taking a snort.

Thank you, Titus.

And, uh Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

[knock on door]

Come in.

Oh, Miss Grundy.

I'm so happy you're here.

I was just about to
come for you to, uh,

to give you your legal papers.

Thank you, Miss Russell.

And to apologize on
behalf of all of us.

You have every legal right
to handle this very unhappy

situation any way that you
see fit, and none of us

had any right to interfere.

None of us.

Well, that's very gracious.

Very gracious indeed.

No, not at all.

And since I'm so very
sorry that I was rude,

and since it is the
Christmas season,

I'd be very pleased
if you'd join

me in a little sip of brandy.

Oh, no, I-- Miss Russell, I
couldn't-- I-- I don't want

to seem impolite, but--

Of course, you don't,
and I appreciate that.

Really, I--

There.

Now, Miss Grundy, to
your very good health

and our better understanding.

My gracious, that's Napoleon.

Why, Miss Grundy, how
very astute of you.

Do you know that there's only
about one person in a thousand

that can tell the
difference in brandies?

I thought I was the
only one in Dodge.

It's at least 20 years since
I've tasted a good Napoleon.

Merry Christmas, Miss Grundy.

Miss Russell.

Did you say it's been 20 years?

At least.

Since I gave up my music.

Well, I just never
heard such a thing.

This really is cause
for celebration.

Miss Russell, I'm afraid
that my ideas about Christmas

in general are very complex.

First, I must say that
I do feel that, just

as a matter of public
service, giving those children

a glimpse of Christmas this year
would be very, very disruptive.

Because inevitably,
there is next year.

Oh, well, yes, of course.

But I-- I don't
understand why something

can't be done every year.

Something is done.

That is the reason for
this runaway calamity.

Every Christmas,
the governors make

a small donation-- this year,
it was $17-- for Christmas.

But I can't use
it for Christmas.

Don't you see?

Why can't you, Miss Grundy?

Will you let me show you?

Please?

Oh, well, yes, of course.

But I-- I wonder, would
you mind waiting a minute

while I check on a few things?

Oh, of course.

Yes, you have your
business to attend to.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Titus, where's Sam?

Oh, he had some
Christmas shopping to do.

Hope you don't mind if I'm--

Oh, no, I don't mind.

But look, um, you've
gotta do me a favor.

I want you to go
find Judge Brooker

and tell him to meet me in my
office in exactly 30 minutes.

Tell him it's very important.

I think he's over at Doc's.

Exactly 30 minutes.

Not a second more or less.

He's going to be judiciously
offended by a flagrant

breach of morality,
and the children

are gonna have their Christmas.

Get going now.

All right.

MISS GRUNDY: Is everything
all right, Miss Russell?

Oh, yes, everything's
just perfect.

Now, if you will look
at this, Miss Russell--

thank goodness you're
a businesswoman--

and when you look at this,
you will know what's what.

You see, here is
$0.50 a week per

orphan from the county to feed,
clothe, and house each child.

$0.50 a week?

It's preposterous, isn't it?

Well, outrageous
is more like it.

Actually, I couldn't
have said that better.

And-- and now, though, we are
making more than $0.50 a week.

But it-- it wasn't
an easy battle.

And the children have so
little time to play now.

You see, they didn't
change their allotment.

Regardless of that, finally,
the committee decided that,

henceforth, the county
coroner will get

all of his coffins
from the orphans

at $0.10 per coffin delivered.
-Coffins?

Yes, for the poor farm
and for the workhouse,

the adult workhouse, and
for the potter's field.

Besides, the extra wood for the
fireplace, if-- if the coroner

is in a generous mood.

Oh, well, that's so sad.

Yes.

But even so, I cannot use the
Christmas money for Christmas.

It must go in the
general provision fund

so that the children will have
enough to eat all year round.

They get so hungry
working so hard.

Emma, doesn't Titus
know anything about this?

Titus Spangler is
a busy nosybody.

I wouldn't confide in
him under any conditions.

You know what we're gonna do?

We're-- we're gonna go
straight to the governor.

Now, if that
doesn't do any good,

we're just gonna go right over
his head to the newspapers.

That's just what we're gonna do.

And I'll tell you
if, um, well, we'll

just tell that coroner what
he can do with his, um,

with his raw wood.

Kitty, God bless you.

You are a fine woman.

Emma, I'm not a
patch on your bonnet.

Oh, no.

I-- I see how they
all respect you.

And if I am any judge
of true goodness--

-Emma--
- --you are it.

Emma, excuse me.

I-- I've got something,
and I'm just in time.

Excuse me.

I would like to toast you.

May I toa--

Judge, there's been
a terrible mistake.

There certainly has.

Miss Grundy, have
you, uh, have you

anything to say for yourself?

No.

There will, of
course, be a hearing.

There isn't any need.

You will have my
resignation in the morning.

It will be accepted.

Emma.

Miss Russell, despite
an obvious entrapment,

I must thank you for the brandy.

It was excellent.

CAROLERS: [SINGING] Holy night.

All is calm.

All is bright.

Round yon virgin
mother and child.

Holy infant so tender and mild.

Sleep in--

[knock on door]

Children!

Merry Christmas, Miss Grundy.

From all of us.

Yeah, me too.

Whatever is it?

For me?

Go ahead and open
it, Miss Grundy.

Yeah!

Come on, Miss Grundy.

Oh!

Oh.

[music - "silent night"]

Do you like it?

I think it's the most
beautiful music box I ever saw.

But how?

I got $0.10 from
footing a man's mule.

Me and Jake shoveled some snow.

I carried two
horses and a jackass.

Mary, Patricia, and me
worked for Moss Molly.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

Really, you shouldn't.

We took a vote,
and we wanted to.

But why didn't you
go to the party?

You said we couldn't go.

But I no longer have
authority over you.

You can go now.

Not if you don't.

But I couldn't.

Then we don't wanna go, either.

Oh, but they're-- it's for you.

The townspeople went to
so much trouble for you.

Vote.

All right.

All in favor of going
to the Christmas party

without Miss Grundy,
raise your hands.

All in favor of staying
here with Miss Grundy.

Oh, children.

I want you to understand
why we never had a Christmas

tree or Christmas presents.

We know.

Miss Russell and Mr.
Spangler told us.

Titus?

MARY: He said that we all
treated you very badly

and that we should apologize.

I wanna go to the party.

Be quiet, Jake.

No, Jenny, Jake
will not be quiet.

Because we are all going
to go to the party.

Well, I guess the tree
was for nothing, Kitty.

It isn't much
without the children.

Children, come in!

Is that a Christmas tree?

Wow!

Look at that.

I'm so sorry, Emma.

I'm so ashamed.

Oh, Miss Kitty, I have
a throbbing headache.

Would it be possible for
me to have a little more

of your medicinal brandy?

Of course.

I, uh, don't imagine you'll
mind if it's camouflaged

a little with, uh, eggnog.

Look at the
gingerbread man there.

Look at that little bitty
drum hang over there.

Ain't that pretty?

Do I get a present?

You can just bet you do.

You may even get more than one.

What about me?

Darling, you know,
I bet the prettiest,

biggest package under
that tree is for you.

SPANGLER: Oh, ho, ho, ho!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Is that him?

No, that there ain't Titus.

There's Santy Claus.

Festus.

[cheers]

Hello there, darling!

Hello there, darling.

A Merry Christmas to you.

FESTUS: Say hello
to Santy Claus.

Santa Claus has
presents for all of you.

Lots of presents for all of you.

You hear, little darlings?

Come here, little fellas.

Come on, we got a little
present right here for you.

There's a pretty
for you, sweetheart.

Oh, what do you think of that?

What've you got?

Hello there, sweetheart.

We got a pretty present
here for you, too.

Merry Christmas.

Ah, it's a nice party, Kitty.

It is, Matt.

There you are, darling.

Look at Miss Grundy.

She plays the violin.

Merry Christmas, Emma.

Oh, thank you, Titus.

And Merry Christmas.

Well, Merry Christmas, cowboy.

Merry Christmas, Kitty.

CAROLERS: [SINGING] God
rest ye merry, gentlemen.

Let nothing you dismay.

Remember, Christ, our savior,
was born on Christmas Day

to save us all from Satan's
power when we were gone astray.

Oh, tidings of comfort
and joy, comfort and joy.

Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.

NARRATOR: Stay tuned
for exciting scenes

from our next "Gunsmoke."

[theme music]