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...darkness of uncertainty there come a light,

a brilliant ray of hope from the heavens

that lit the Wise Man's way.

And 'twas then 'twas born the Christmas star.

And to this day, the star watches over us,

shining only whenwas born a great sacrifice is made,

when a man does a deed with no hope of reward, at great cost to himself,

for the love of his fellow man and the spirit of Christmas.

(man blows nose)

Where'd you hear that one, old man? Your mommy?

There's not a shred of good in you, McNickle.

Yeah. That's what they said about my old partner - Lucky.

And he's laying on a beach somewhere countin' his money.

Now, if you saps will excuse me,

I gotta go turn a sirloin on the barbie.

Christmas star. (chuckles)

You beware, McNickle.

A man with no Christmas spirit will die alone and forgotten.

Dopey old coot, flapping his jaws,

and the old boys are just hanging their ears out.

Boy, oh, boy, oh, boy.

I've waited eight years to get out of this joint, Lucky.

Another six months,

and the rest of that money will be mine.

All mine.

(♪ marching band playing ♪)

(man) That was the Jackson High School Marching Band.

(woman) Oh, wonderful.

Little Suzie Thompson knows how to throw her baton.

Remarkable. They're as sharp as ever this year. That's right.

I bet they take state again. I hope so.

Everybody's turning out for another Warrington's Christmas Parade.

Everybody's here to mark the beginning of Christmas week.

That's right, Jim, and this should be the best ever...

Come on, McNickle, change the channel, will you?

Yeah. Put on Wheel of Fortune. People's Court.

Oh!

(woman) ...a Warrington's Christmas

without these beautiful historic artifacts.

The sleigh, the throne and the reindeer were handmade over a century ago,

and, Jim, this just might be their last public appearance.

Right. All these delicate antiques will be auctioned off after the 1st

to make way for next year's Christmas Robotland. Sad.

Well, I guess that's progress.

The money.

...drove all the way from Capital City to be with us.

They did. Well...

(♪ band playing "Deck the Halls" ♪)

(man) So how you doing there, huh?

Oh, yes, right over there.

(♪ "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing" ♪)

There you go.

Oh, ho... it, uh...

it looks like, uh... Santa needs a refill.

Ho-ho-ho-ho...

Oh, Brother Gerard, you're too generous a soul.

Oh... ho-ho-ho-ho.

Oh, now...

Merry Christmas, Santa.

You, too, Smitty.

How did you know my name?

(chuckles)

You can't fool old Santa. Ha-ha-ha-ha.

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.

He stole my Santa suit! He stole my Santa suit!

He stole my suit. He stole my Santa suit. He took it.

He took my Santa suit.

(klaxon blares)

Come on. Go!

Move it! Come on.

(bell tinkles)

Agh! (groans)

♪ You better watch out, you better not cry ♪

♪ You better not pout, I'm telling you why ♪

♪ Santa Claus is comin' to town ♪

♪ Santa Claus is comin' to town ♪

♪ Santa Claus is coming to town ♪

♪ He's making a list, he's checking it twice ♪

♪ He's gonna find out who's naughty or nice ♪

♪ Santa Claus is comin' to town ♪

♪ Santa Claus is comin' to town ♪

♪ Santa Claus is coming to town ♪

♪ He sees when you are sleeping ♪

♪ He knows when you're awake ♪

♪ He knows if you've been bad or good ♪

♪ So be good for goodness sake ♪

♪ Oh, you better watch out, you better not cry ♪

♪ You better not pout, I'm telling you why ♪

♪ Santa Claus is comin' to town ♪

♪ Santa Claus is comin' to town ♪

♪ Santa Claus is coming to town ♪

♪ With little tin horns and little toy drums ♪

♪ Rooty-toot-toot and rummy-tum-tum ♪

♪ Curly head dolls that toddle and coo ♪

♪ Elephant boats and kiddie cars, too ♪

♪ Santa Claus is comin' to town ♪

♪ Santa Claus is comin' to town ♪

♪ Santa Claus is coming to town ♪

♪ The kids in Girls and Boyland will have a jubilee ♪

♪ They're gonna build a toyland ♪

♪ All around the Christmas tree ♪

♪ So, you better watch out, you better not cry ♪

♪ You better not pout, I'm telling you why ♪

♪ Santa Claus is comin' to town ♪

♪ Santa Claus is comin' to town ♪

♪ Santa Claus is coming to town ♪

♪ Santa Claus is coming to town! ♪

(cheering)

(Santa) Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!

Santa Claus.

Have a Merry Christmas. Hi there.

Hi there. Merry Christmas. What's your name?

Nina.

Nina. Isn't that a pretty name?

What a bunch of suckers.

Look at them. They think it's Santa Claus.

It is Santa Claus.

Oh, yeah? Watch this.

Hey, Santa, over here.

Ho-ho-ho, little boy. And what's your name?

Jack the Ripper, fatso.

Oh! Stop that kid. He stole my beard.

Dad.

Dad.

Dad.

Careful now.

Don't worry, Mrs. Thurgood. I got it.

After all these years, I'd hate to see it get scratched.

Dad, Dad, John Sumner pulled Santa's beard off.

Ha-ha-ha-ha. He did, did he?

Can I have some quiet out here?

Some of us have to work for a living.

Sorry, Mr. Sumner.

You really think Sumner will sell the building?

Let's hope not. Maybe we could raise the money ourselves.

Mom.

Just a minute, Billy. I should go, Clara.

OK. Talk to you later. Bye-bye.

Now, what's all this commotion?

Mom, John Sumner pulled Santa's beard off.

Billy Jameson, will you stop worrying about what John does all the time?

The boy has it hard enough.

But... But nothing.

Be a little generous, Billy.

He doesn't have as much to be thankful for like you do.

But he pulled it off.

(dog whining)

Hey, boy.

Hey, boy.

You all right? Huh? Yeah?

Good boy, yeah.

(clock chimes)

Dad? Get it out.

Dogs smell, they shed and they eat more than you do.

But I thought we could...

You didn't think. You never do.

(dog barks)

Vicious, too. Almost bit me.

City pound, please. No!

(dog whines)

You'd better watch out. I'm telling you why.

Police say that con artist Horace le

escaped today from Graybridge Pen

disguised as Kris Kringle himself.

Though refusing to discuss details of this bogus Santa's escape,

police insist it was not by reindeer.

And for what we are about to receive, make us truly grateful. Amen.

Amen. Amen.

And please check up on Santa so he doesn't forget a thing.

Trudi, it's time to eat now.

Well, the weatherman wasn't too hopeful about a white Christmas.

If it doesn't snow, do they call it a green Christmas?

Now, there is an idea.

♪ It came upon a midnight green ♪

♪ That glor... ♪

Stewart... What? What?

Not at the table.

Heather Brown's getting a space-station stable

for her angel ponies for Christmas.

Sweetheart, I think it's better if we don't get our hopes up

and expect too many things for Christmas this year.

Clara...

What's wrong?

Well... nothing, really.

It's just that...

business has been a little slow for everybody, that's all.

There's no presents this year?

Trudi, is that what we taught you that Christmas is all about?

No, ma'am.

Now hold it right there.

There are gonna be presents and lots of 'em.

And... and a tree.

And a turkey... a turkey so big, your eyes will pop out.

This is gonna be the best Christmas we ever had, no matter what old Sumner does.

Yeah, the best Christmas.

That's right.

(doorbell rings)

Now, who could that be?

I'll look.

A dog rang the doorbell.

(whines)

(Stewart) Someone must have left him.

His name is Spider.

He doesn't look very well. Can we keep him?

(Trudi) Sure we can, it's Christmas.

We have to be charitable. Right, Mom?

Well, uh...

Billy. Um...

I don't know.

"And the little tree stood proud and tall.

"And from that time on, every Christmas tree

stayed green throughout the year." That's it.

Just one more story, Mom?

No, that's all, sweetheart. Lights out now.

Just one teeny, little one?

Don't I remember somebody writing to Santa Claus

saying that they were gonna be a good girl?

Good night.

Night.

Night-night.

Do we really have to move, Mom?

I don't know. Maybe we won't.

You just try to get to sleep now, OK? OK.

Night, Mom. Night.

(police radio plays)

Hey, Waters.

Don't look at me like that. This came straight from the top.

They don't want a Santa jailbird runnin' around. It'll kill business.

Waters, for cryin' out loud, it's your wife.

She says your whole neighborhood's waitin' to see Santa Claus.

Wants to know when you're comin' home.

My first Christmas off in six years, Lou.

My kids never see me. They think I'm a rumor!

I should have nailed him when I had the chance.

(man) You know that guy?

He ought to. He put him away eight years ago this week.

Happy anniversary.

Warrington Department Store heist.

McNickle and his partner Lucky pulled a Cincinnati switch

on the entire Christmas take.

What'd they get?

McNickle got ten to fifteen.

Lucky got away clean with half a million smackers we've never found.

That's what we thought, anyway.

What do you mean by that?

Lou, the guy had just six months to parole.

Why would he want to bust out now?

Unless there was a mighty good reason for Santa Claus coming to town.

So you're with us, huh, Waters?

I have a choice? No.

I'm with you. Good.

Start checking all the chimneys.

Now, you're both on the clock as of right now.

And Waters, I want this guy, with or without the dough.

Terrific.

Hey, Waters.

Maybe you should have listened to your mother, become a priest.

Then I'd be stuck working every Christmas.

(Lou chuckles)

(hammering)

Everybody please settle down.

Settle down?

How do you expect us to be out by the 2nd? What about my family?

I am a businessman, Mr. Jerome, not a social worker.

(Stewart) How about a human being?

Where are we going to go?

(Sumner) Can we try to be civilized about this?

Civilized? Just where are we supposed to go?

I don't know. It'd be easier if you'd just come up with the money.

Money, money. It's always money.

Now, who's going to pay for this?

Mr. Sumner, how could you do this to your own neighbors?

It's Christmas. Would it hurt you to just wait a little?

We're adults here, Mrs. Jameson.

Let's not quibble about dates on the calendar. One day is the same as the next.

It's not. Christmas...

Sumner, you are a heartless miser.

Daddy, what's goin' on?

Billy, why don't you go down and hit that boiler? It's gone off again.

Go on, son. It's all right.

(Sumner) Parliamentary procedure.

I insist on Parliamentary procedure.

(tenants argue)

(snoring)

(humming)

Here. Now you can play with it.

Trudi!

Shh.

Is it really him?

I don't know.

Aah! Let me at him. Let me at him.

It is Santa Claus.

He did it.

Who are you? What do you want?

Heather Brown's getting a space-station stable

for her angel ponies for Christmas.

What do you want me to do about it?

Get me the deluxe model.

Christmas. Didn't you get my letter?

Oh... (chuckles)

I mean... ho... ho-ho-ho-ho...

Ow! Ooh! Ow...

You got a mean chimney there, kid.

Is that how you hurt your leg?

Mmm... Santa's got a lot of agony.

Listen, do you want to do Santa a favor?

See if you can find a crutch or something.

Then I could hit the road... I mean, my sleigh.

Come on, come on, come on. Snap it up.

I got a factory full of elves working double time out there. Come on.

Grandpa's cane.

OK, I'm out of here.

You be good boys and girls and keep your yaps shut about seeing me.

And don't follow me, neither. OK?

Good. That's extra presents for the two of you.

Billy.

Come on. But he said...

I can't help it. I want to see the elves.

(♪ "The Twelve Days of Christmas" ♪)

Go to the back of the line.

Just be on your way now.

Yeah. Straight down there. Thank you.

Santa's wrestling the reindeer.

You got a problem, mister?

No, but you do, son. Surprise fire inspection. Did you stuff this deer?

Me? Very flammable newspaper.

City ordinance number 563 - all reindeer stuffing

must be done with nonflammable newspaper.

Nonflammable... Hold these horns.

I'm calling the chief.

Nuts.

Come on.

(rings)

Fourth Precinct?

We're in business. Just spotted your Santa walking with a cane.

Just left Warrington's.

Right. Got it. They spotted him on Main.

Home for Christmas. Let's go!

(ding ding)

(ding ding)

(siren wails)

What's the matter with you, anyway?

Show a little gumption. Ring that bell.

(police whistle)

Here, try this. I've been raking it in all morning.

(siren wails)

Wait.

Billy.

Wait.

Santa?

I got to get out of here. I know a way out.

Show me quick, pal, and it's Brownie points with Santa.

You in the Santa suit, freeze.

All right, freeze.

Let him go. What?

I said let him go. It's not him.

But I saw him with the cane.

Where'd you get the cane? Santa Claus.

Sure it wasn't the Easter bunny?

(Waters) Take it easy, will you?

Hey. Look at this.

Great. How many Jamesons are there in town?

You got something better?

Take it downtown and get some prints.

Ah... Merry Christmas, yourselves.

Ow!

Bit my tongue.

Santa?

Santa.

We thought you might be hungry.

I tried to hold it straight.

He's hungry.

Of course he's hungry. He's come a long way.

What's that?

Don't you remember? You gave it to me last Christmas.

It broke.

Too bad. (burps)

You brought the phone book.

I couldn't bring it sooner because I had to sit on it at dinner.

(Billy) What are you looking for?

Reindeer.

I didn't know reindeer were in the phone book.

Um... a reindeer doctor.

Yeah, a reindeer doctor.

Prancer's sick, twisted a horn. He's flying crooked.

Oh.

Our dog Spider's sick, too.

What a shame.

Bingo.

(Stewart) Billy? Trudi? Are you down there?

Yeah.

What are you doing down here?

(both) Playing.

Sort of a crummy place to play, isn't it?

What's up, Dad?

Well, it's the boiler again.

I can do it.

Oh, as long as I'm here I might as well do it.

I tell you, they're gonna put this thing in a museum one of these days.

Ah, there we go.

That was painless.

(groans)

Well, don't stay down here too long.

Are you OK, Santa?

No, Santa's not OK. Santa's very upset.

He hasn't been beaten over his body like this

in many a Christmas. (groans)

You guys git. I got to run an errand.

Thanks.

Well, look what the cat dragged in. What do you want?

Evening. I'm, uh... looking for Sarah, Lucky's wife.

What for? I got to talk to her.

Start talking.

Sarah? Why, Sarah was...

I don't have a party dress to come to the door in.

So sorry.

Who are you?

Just an old friend of Lucky's.

I didn't know he had any.

There's no fan club here, that's for sure.

You know where he is?

What are you, a cop?

No. No.

Not that it matters. I'd tell you if I knew where he was.

I haven't seen Lucky in years.

I guess when you clean someone out,

you're not gonna leave your forwarding address. Right?

Right. I got stuff to do. I'll see you.

Say, wait, Sarah.

A guy named McNickle sent me. You remember him?

Yeah.

I remember him. He took the rap for Lucky.

Wound up with the same thing I got - nothing.

I remember him.

Hey, Santa, who are you?

Nobody.

You and me both.

(McNickle) Lucky, you got the money?

I left it with the reindeer. (laughs)

Lucky... Lucky!

No, Lucky. Lucky!

(Lucky laughs)

He told me to hold this for him.

He's not coming back.

Maybe your friend McNickle will know what to make of it.

When you see him, say hello for me, will you?

He's not such a bad guy.

♪ The first Noel, the angel did say ♪

♪ Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay ♪

♪ In fields where they... ♪

(Sumner and John, indistinct)

(Sumner) Ridiculous. Wasting my time.

♪ ...winter's night that was so deep... ♪

(Sumner) Christmas presents? At your age?

What kind of sissy are you? Huh?

All I want is a dog. Stop that sniveling.

Toughen up, boy. Toughen up. You hear me?

John, do you hear me?

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

(chuckling) Christmas presents.

(door closes)

(Clara) Is that you, Stewart?

Yeah.

How did it go? Did you find anything?

No, not yet. There aren't many vacancies this time of year.

Nobody's moving.

Except us.

Yeah.

No presents this year, Stewart, for us.

That way, we'll have more for the kids.

I got everything that I want.

You're my best friend. You know that, mister?

Well... what do you kids want?

We came to say good night.

Oh...

Oh, good...

Listen, uh... come on in. Sit down.

Yeah...

Yeah...

I guess you're wondering what all this is about.

Why Santa's running around like this, huh? Yeah.

Uh... it all started when I was walking to the store

and this fake Santa bagged me and took my money.

Why were you going to the store?

To buy toys. I was running short this year.

But I thought elves made them.

(laughs)

Well, that was back in the old days. It's all cash-and-carry now. Yeah.

Oh.

Well, anyway, this crook, this fake Santa, he's so mean, he hid my money.

Now, it's only a few days left to Christmas,

and if I were to go out to look for it,

I'm afraid that the coppers...

I mean, the authorities,

will mistake me for the fake Santa.

Boy, what a meanie!

How can we help?

Good. I like your attitude, son.

Don't think we won't square things up when all this is settled.

And I mean big presents. You, too, sweetheart.

Oh, boy.

But first, the money.

Now, we know it's around the store.

We don't know where, but we got some clues.

So tomorrow, we find the money.

Ah. We've got to. We've got to.

Because if we don't, all the kids in the world

will be getting underwear for Christmas.

One more thing - if I'm to get into the store unnoticed,

I'm gonna need some kind of disguise.

Do you think you can dig up an outfit for me?

Any kind of outfit will do.

(Trudi) This way, Grandpa.

Need a hand? No.

Oh, uh... thanks, we're fine.

I promised their grandma I'd take them to see Santa.

Have a good day, sir.

Way to go, guys. This is just the ticket.

Now, you get up as close as you can, and I'll stay here and look.

A keyhole. A big keyhole.

Go get 'em.

(Santa) Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho...

Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho.

Amateur.

Awful about the throne, isn't it? Terrible.

You'd think such a historic piece would be protected.

I'll tell you.

I mean, look at the detail on that thing.

Those craftsmen really cared about their work.

Pride, that's the key.

(♪ "Hallelujah Chorus" from Handel's "Messiah" ♪)

It's beautiful. When do they take it away?

Christmas Eve, I suppose.

The day after tomorrow. I'm sick about it.

Give me one good reason anyone would want to touch that throne.

Lady, I'll give you thousands.

♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah! ♪

(♪ "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing" ♪)

Hey, button that coat, Billy.

Hey, Dad, look at this one.

What about this little fella? Looks like he could use a home.

But Dad...

Come here, Billy.

Billy, I... I want to talk to you.

We're gonna have to move, aren't we?

Let's not tell Trudi, all right? You know how she gets.

Now you go gather up some scraps for our wreath,

and I'll go talk to the gentleman about our tree.

All right.

That looks really good. Think he's got enough?

Give him some more.

(Stewart and Billy) ♪ O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree ♪

Who's that?

♪ How lovely are thy branches ♪

What in heaven's name?

♪ O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree ♪

♪ How lovely are... ♪ What possessed you?

Well, what's a few bucks, anyway?

Stewart Jameson...

Why, thank you, ma'am. Whoa!

(barks)

(♪ Stewart hums "O Christmas Tree" ♪)

♪ O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree ♪

♪ How lovely are thy branches ♪

No, ma'am, I am not a cane salesman.

That's right.

Thank you.

11 Jamesons to go.

What do you say we ring a few doorbells, get some exercise?

Fine with me. Oh... I guess I'd better call home, tell them I'll be late again.

They givin' you grief?

No. They're great.

Hey, Waters.

Your wife just reported you to Missing Persons.

The keyhole's around the side.

Trudi, you give him cover. Somebody stops you?

I tell them I'm lost.

If they ask too many questions?

I start to cry.

Good. You got the pack?

Hey, boy. What you doing here, huh?

(McNickle) All right, now, what we've just done

is called "doing it by the numbers."

It's the best way, it's the only way of getting away with...

I mean, doing what we have to do.

Now listen carefully, because this is the only way we're going to do it.

When I first started out with the deer

and with the elves working on the toys,

they were just as disorganized as anybody else. It only took...

John?

Get away from my dog.

He's not your dog. I gave him to you.

Did not. Did too.

Quiet. You wanna wake the whole world?

Go ahead, mister. Touch me. Just try it.

Oh... tough as your old man, huh?

Why don't you guys wait upstairs?

Santa wants to have a little talk with John.

Who are you?

Who do you think? Come here.

I don't believe in you.

I know you don't. Come here.

Hmm?

Big deal. I've seen that on TV.

Wait a minute.

I bet I can tell what you want for Christmas.

Yeah, right.

Pick one.

Queen, for Billy's mom.

'Cause you wish she was your mom.

Pick another.

King. 'Cause you wish your dad was like Billy's dad.

Then he'd listen to you.

Pick another. Take it.

The ace of spades.

For your good friend Spider.

'Cause you wish more than anything that he'd get well.

Can you make him better?

Well... let's see what Santa can do.

(♪ "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" ♪)

When he comes, start whistling. OK.

(Santa) Ho-ho-ho-ho...

I can't whistle.

(blows, but no whistle)

Hey!

Billy! Someone's coming.

Hey!

Come on out, you guys. Behind the ropes.

(whistling)

Now what do we do? It's not my fault.

(John) Is too. You dropped it.

Hey, look. A book about the throne.

"Hidden secrets in compartments hollow

can be found in clues of the rhymes that follow."

(Billy) There's another way in. We have to read the rhymes.

Sure. How do we turn the pages?

Look.

"Tug the elf's arm as hard as you may,

hit the bull's-eye hiding its passageway."

Good work.

No problem.

An elf's arm and a bull's-eye.

Hey, Billy? Yeah?

How about I keep Spider overnight?

Yeah, OK, but just for tonight.

What are they doing here?

I don't know.

Just keep walking.

You told.

No, I didn't. I just told Heather Brown.

Go away.

We want to see Santa.

You can't.

You don't own him, you know. He's for everybody.

Well?

I lost the key. You what?

But I found another way in. What do you mean?

There's a hidden compartment in the throne.

All we got to do is follow the clues to the rhyme we found.

Rhyme? Yeah. It's like a puzzle.

We can do it at night when nobody will see us.

But there's one other thing.

Trudi told.

I told you to keep quiet.

She only told Heather Brown. No grown-ups know.

(footsteps)

(groans)

They're only kids from the block. They'll be quiet.

We can use the help, anyway, right?

Maybe.

All right, bring them in.

Come on. It's OK.

Aren't you going to ask me what I want for Christmas?

Well...

Yes. I think we have some of that in stock.

Here.

Billy, what about you?

Is there something you want more than anything else in the world?

A home.

One apartment building for Billy.

Trudi.

I can't decide. Yeah...

(children giggle)

I know. A hundred angel ponies.

So many? You better be good and help Santa.

I will.

All right.

I'd like a white Persian kitten with black spots.

A white Persian kitten with black spots.

That's pretty.

All right, next?

I want a new bike.

New bike. What's your name? Brittany.

Brittany? You got it. But you gotta be good. You?

I want a new kitten with a white purse.

A new kitten with a white purse. All right, what's your name?

Monica.

All right. New kitten, white purse. You?

I want a secret passage through my house.

Secret passage through your house?

You have to be good for that. You understand?

You better be good. What's your name?

No question about it. This is definitely my father-in-law's.

Did he sell it, ma'am, or give it away?

Well, no. We thought we had it right here.

Mmm... dinner smells great.

Thank you.

Maybe you left it somewhere. A public place?

Well, it's possible, I suppose. I don't...

I remember home cooking.

If it's all right, Mrs. Jameson,

we'd like to hold on to it till we figure this thing out.

Of course.

Well, Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas to you.

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.

Hey, kid, uh... excuse me. Do you live here?

(whines)

What's wrong with your dog?

I was walking him,

and he sat down, and he didn't walk anymore.

Oh. He's getting old.

Keep him warm, that's about all you can do.

(tapping)

Come on, Trudi, hurry.

Come on.

(boots squeak)

Song books?

Flashlight?

What's this?

Supplies.

Wake up, boy.

Come on.

OK, now, remember - an elf's arm and a bull's-eye.

All you guys got to do is give Billy enough time to find them. Ready?

(all) Ready.

Just remember - Santa will be watching.

Christmas patrol, move it out.

Oh... John.

Spider's dead.

He's dead.

You lied to me. You lied.

Oh, John, I never meant that.

Spider was old, Billy.

Billy...

Billy!

Will you listen to me if I tell you a story?

Once there was this little boy.

He was kinda like you.

Kinda like John.

And his dad got real sick.

He even promised if his dad got better, he would always be good.

Sometimes his dad wouldn't treat him so good,

but the boy loved him just the same.

Did he ever get better?

No.

The boy felt betrayed.

He felt like he had lost everything.

He got mad at everybody around him.

Then one night,

someone special told him about the Christmas star.

He said, "Up there is a very special star

"which not everybody can see.

"And one night, after you've done something special for people,

"with no hope for a reward,

"you'll go outside and look up at the sky,

"and you'll see that one star shining brighter than all the others.

"And that will fill you with hope.

"And that... that'll be your star,

"your Christmas star,

finally come alive, watching over you."

Did he ever see it?

No.

Not yet.

But... then maybe he hasn't been looking in the right places.

(door opens)

(Trudi) Billy, come on.

We won't let you down, Santa.

Billy...

Yeah?

Nothing. Be careful.

Come on, let's go.

John?

What are you kids doing? Huh?

♪ Joy to the world

♪ The Lord has come ♪ OK.

♪ Let earth receive her king ♪

♪ Let every heart prepare him room ♪

♪ And heaven and nature sing, and heaven and nature sing ♪

♪ And heaven and nature sing ♪

Get in.

♪ Joy to the world, the savior reigns ♪

♪ Let men their songs employ... ♪

Where are we going?

Shh! Be quiet.

I'm scared.

Southern Railroad?

This is Dick Jenkins over at the Track Workers' Local.

Say, what time is that southbounder going through the westside freight yard?

I got a crew over there working on the signal.

9:09.

Right. I'll let 'em know.

Thank you very much.

What time you got?

Gee. Quarter to already.

We'd better hurry. They're pulling up the gates early.

Oh, just keep your eye on the clock, or we'll be spending Christmas in here.

Ah, that will be the day.

(♪ "Silent Night" ♪)

(chatter and laughter)

I know it's Christmas Eve.

Look, he's probably on his way home to his family.

I know you should be. I should be, too.

I got to get ahold of him.

Yeah. OK. Merry Christmas.

Aah!

Come on. We haven't got much time.

Go get a clock, OK? A real one, not a play one.

Be careful.

Tug the elf's arm.

Where's the bull's-eye?

(grunting)

They almost found me, but they didn't, and I found a clock.

So what time is it? Oh.

Hurry up.

♪ Sleep in heavenly peace... ♪

♪ Sleep in heavenly peace ♪

Hey, sweetheart, I'm home.

(phone rings) Daddy.

Presents.

Hold your horses. Wait till Christmas. Where's your mom?

Mom!

It's for you.

Yeah?

What? The boy with the dog?

I'll be right there.

I'm glad Santa's not a cop.

The big hand's at the ten, and the little hand's at the eight.

The elf's arm and the bull's-eye.

Bull's-eye?

Maybe it was the wrong rhyme.

The little hand's at the 8, and the big hand's one mark away from the 12.

Bull's-eye?

(mechanical sound)

Bull's-eye! Trudi, grab the elf's arm and pull.

Oh!

♪ Jingle all the way... ♪ OK, that's it.

Now, that's enough.

(protesting)

Listen, I got a job to do, so come on. Get out of my way.

Have a Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas yourself.

Don't you kids have anyplace to go?

(all) No.

Well, you should have. What about your homes?

Look at the time here. Listen, it's time you guys were all in bed.

So - do you hear me? Skedaddle.

You hear it? Beat it.

(children) Merry Christmas!

(sirens wail)

Police. Did you see a bunch of kids singing Christmas carols?

Yeah, sure. They just left.

Just left? Come on.

They got the money.

Send a car to the neighborhood and put out an APB.

He's out there right now, waitin' for 'em. Come on.

(clock striking)

We did it.

Go ahead.

Excuse me, Santa. Can I change my present, please?

Yeah, sure.

I don't want the angel ponies anymore.

I just want it to be a white Christmas for my dad.

White... Christmas.

Right.

Thanks, you guys.

Billy.

What's the matter?

I'm gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss you, too, kid.

You guys better be good, you hear?

'Cause I'll find out.

Merry Christmas.

Let's go.

I'll be there in a minute.

Santa!

♪ She'll be comin' round the mountain when she comes ♪

♪ She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes ♪

(whistles)

Lucky, you devil.

The last laugh is mine.

(train approaches)

♪ She'll be coming round the mountain ♪

♪ She'll be coming round the mountain ♪

(horn blares)

(wind howling)

Lucky.

Hello, Horace.

You came back for the money.

(Lucky cackles)

No, Horace.

I spent my whole lifetime for the money.

I cared for nothing else, no one else,

and no one cared for me.

I must be dreaming.

I was forgotten as quickly as the last penny I spent.

What do you want?

Not your money, Horace.

You.

(evil laughter)

(screams)

(John sobs)

(child sobbing)

(cackles)

You beware, McNickle.

A man with no Christmas spirit will die alone and forgotten.

(evil laughter)

(laughs)

McNickle, you snake, the last laugh is mine.

Heh-heh-heh-heh.

What do you want from me?

Take my hand, partner.

I'll change. I swear it. Just get me out of here.

It's too late, Horace. (laughs)

I don't want to end up alone and forgotten.

(Horace's voice) Where'd you hear that one, old man? Your mommy?

(laughs)

I'm not gonna end up like you, Lucky.

You already have, Horace.

(thunder)

I saved a seat for you.

No.

(evil laughter)

(cackling trails off)

(thunder rumbles)

Billy.

Why are you up so late?

You OK?

Sure, Dad.

Never seen a clearer night.

Don't you think you'd better go back to bed?

Santa might never come.

He'll come.

(♪ "The Star-Spangled Banner" ♪)

(snoring)

(door creaks)

(McNickle) I hear you've been bad-mouthing me.

I... I...

Toughen up, Sumner.

What kind of sissy are you, anyways?

Who are you?

Who do you think?

This isn't possible.

Look at me when I talk to you. You hear me?

Answer me.

Yes.

Yes what?

Yes... Santa.

We're gonna sit down and have ourselves a little talk.

You've been a very bad boy.

Psst!

I knew you'd come.

Listen to me.

You got to understand. I'm not who you think I am.

What?

But you can't stop believing in things.

You hear me? Never do that. Never!

I'm trying to tell you, I'm not...

(sirens wail)

He forgot his list.

Santa!

Billy!

Get back.

Get back.

(Stewart) Billy! (Clara) Billy!

You traitor!

(♪ "We Three Kings of Orient Are" ♪)

Hello, McNickle.

Santa!

Believe me, kid, this is the last guy to be Santa.

Push over.

I believe in you, Santa.

Billy, let's go.

Please.

Good con, McNickle.

You almost got away with it.

Almost.

Santa!

Thank you.

Merry Christmas, Waters.

(dog yelps)

(whines)

Daddy, look what I got you for Christmas.

Look what I got you for Christmas!

What? Look what I got you for Christmas.

What... Look what I got you for Christmas!

OK, all right. What is it?

Look what I got you for Christmas.

Jumping Jiminy Cricket.

Merry Christmas! Now what?

Merry Christmas.

(laughs)

Merry Christmas!

♪ Don we now our gay apparel ♪

♪ Fa la la la la la la... ♪

What on earth is going on out here?

♪ 'Tis the season to be jolly, fa la... ♪

Good morning, Mrs. Thurgood. Merry Christmas.

Come along, come along.

♪ Don we now our gay apparel ♪

♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la ♪

(knocking) Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

♪ Deck the halls... ♪ Mr. Sumner? Look...

(woman) Merry Christmas, Stewart. Merry Chri...

(Sumner) ♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la... ♪

Mr. Sumner, what's going on here?

Merry Christmas, Jameson.

Mr. and Mrs. Jerome.

Mrs. Thurgood.

Merry Christmas, Merry Chris... (laughs)

Well? Open it, open it.

Stewart, what is it?

It's ours? Yeah.

It's ours.

(Sumner) ♪ Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas ♪

♪ Merry Christmas... ♪

It's ours. It's all ours.

Merry Christmas, you lovely woman, you.

It's paid for in cash in all your names, in cash.

But who?

Santa Claus.

(laughs)

(man) Merry Christmas.

♪ Hark, the herald angels sing ♪

♪ Glory to the newborn King ♪

♪ Peace on earth and mercy mild ♪

♪ God and sinners reconciled ♪

♪ Joyful, all ye nations rise ♪

♪ Join the triumph of the skies ♪

♪ With angelic hosts proclaim ♪

♪ Christ is born in Bethlehem... ♪

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, many more.

Merry Christmas, old man.

Get ahold of yourself, McNickle.

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!

(♪ "O Come, All Ye Faithful" ♪)

♪ O come ye, O come ye ♪

♪ To Bethlehem ♪

♪ Come and behold him ♪

♪ Born the king of angels ♪

♪ O come, let us adore him ♪

♪ O come, let us adore him ♪

♪ O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord ♪

(♪ "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing" ♪)

Merry Christmas, Daddy.

♪ Glory to the newborn King ♪

♪ Joyful and triumphant ♪

♪ God and sinners reconciled ♪

♪ ...to Bethlehem ♪

♪ Join the triumph of the skies ♪

♪ Born the king of angels ♪

♪ O come, let us adore him... ♪

What do you want? Look what Santa brought us.

♪ ...adore him ♪

♪ O come, let us adore him ♪

♪ Joyful, all ye nations rise ♪

♪ Join the triumph of the skies ♪

♪ Light and life to all ♪ ♪ he brings... ♪

Merry Christmas, son.

Merry Christmas.

♪ ...angels sing ♪

♪ Glory to the newborn King ♪

(prisoners) ♪ Hark, the herald angels sing ♪

♪ Glory to the newborn king ♪

♪ Peace on earth and mercy mild ♪

♪ God and sinners reconciled ♪

♪ Joyful, all ye nations rise ♪

♪ Join the triumph of the skies ♪

♪ Hark, the herald angels sing ♪

♪ Glory to the newborn King ♪

(chorus) ♪ Come and behold him ♪

♪ Born the king of angels ♪

♪ O come, let us adore him ♪

♪ O come, let us adore him ♪

♪ O come, let us adore him ♪

♪ Christ the Lord! ♪

(♪ "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" ♪)