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Good to

meet you, Kris.

And you.

Come in!

I just wanted to know what you

decided about Farley and Steven.

I gave them

a warning.

A warning... I think

a month's detention

would have been

more appropriate.

They promised not to

do it again.

And you

believe that?

There were other

factors to consider.

I get it, Farley threatened

to call his father.

And he hasn't made his yearly

contribution to the school yet, right?

The boy lost his mother

three years ago.

I know that, and believe me I

have bent over backwards to

cut him all sorts of slack.

But he's getting worse.

Somebody has to

say no to him.

It's just matter of time

before he hurts somebody,

or himself,

with all these pranks.

I promise you. The next time he

acts out, I'll deal with it.

Promise?

I ran into Jeannie Claymore.

She's a very nice lady.

Look at this stuff.

It's pathetic.

Oh, it's fine.

This is supposed to bring Christmas spirit?

I can't do it.

Sure you can.

An artist is only

as good as his tools.

Give me something to work with,

tinsel, bubble lights...

Cranberries and popcorn

strung together on a string!!!

You'll do fine

with this.

I won't do fine with this. I

have a reputation to uphold.

I have people that look up

to my decoration skills.

I don't do second-class

decoration.

Why don't you

call Mrs. Claus

and have her send down

some of the good stuff?

Okay,

I can do that.

Here we go.

Look who we got here. You must

be Johnson's replacement.

And you

must be Farley.

He knows

your name?

I know a lot

of names Steven.

I'm Mr. Frost,

and this is Mr. Elfman.

You know my first name, but do

you know my last name as well?

It's Morgan.

As in

Morgan gymnasium.

And the Morgan Reference Library,

and the Morgan Public Park.

My father donates a lot of money

to this school and the community.

That makes me

a V.I.P. around here.

Ah, you hear

that Frost.

We're in the presence of a

very important pipsqueak.

Farley, have you ever donated

any money to this school?

Or to anyone else

for that matter?

SMASH!

My bad.

SMASH!

Why don't you go

down to Santa's square,

sit on his knee and ask him

for some new decorations?

I remember when you sat on Santa's

knee and asked for a puppy.

How would you

know that?

I know a lot of things

about you boys.

I know Steven wants to

be professional drummer.

He's got a set of Slingerland

classic five drums in his garage.

That his father bought for him

that he's paying off very slowly.

Farley Granger Morgan.

Granger?

Before I'd laugh, your

middle name is Rolob.

Ha ha ha ha ha

ha ha ha ha ha!

You're named after a movie star

that your mother had a crush on.

And you've never paid

for anything in your life.

Who are you?

I'm the janitor.

There goes an angry

and troubled boy.

Who could put an end to

Christmas as we know it.

Yes... I'm gonna get a broom.

Well, here it is.

Like I said, it's not

much, but it's cozy.

We'll take it.

Wonderful, I'll go get

the rental agreement.

Excellent.

You sure this is

such a good idea?

It's all part

of my master plan.

Oh, you have

a master plan.

Well, I have

a plan.

A plan.

Just a regular plan?

Downgraded from a master plan.

Good.

Oh, that wasn't

so hard.

I hope you don't intend for us

to live with Farley Morgan too.

Oh no, he's a wreath

of a different colour.

But I, I wanna do some

more research on him,

where's that inter...

interweb?

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

What do I do

with this?

You plug it into

the USB port.

Mmmhmm.

Which I will do

for you.

Okay, now what?

Click on

Farley's name.

With the mouse.

Don't, I will do it.

Farley Morgan,

age fourteen, only child.

Farley lives with his

father, Charles Morgan.

Farley's mother died of Lou Gehrig's

disease when he was thirteen.

I remember her.

I liked her.

I got her the dog she gave

to Farley for Christmas.

Athletically, Farley

excels as a swimmer.

Academically, his best

grades are in science.

For more information click the

appropriate icon in the drop down menu.

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

Come in!

Quick question before

we sign the papers.

Would you like to join

Adam and me for dinner?

I'm an

excellent cook.

We would love to.

Great, I'll set two more

places at the table.

Thank you.

Dinner's ready,

Sir.

Thanks, William.

Is my dad back

from San Francisco?

The conference went

longer than he expected.

He will be back for my

science fair, won't he?

I can't wait to show him

what I've been working on.

He assured me

he wouldn't miss it.

Okay.

Hello, Adam.

Welcome. Adam, we're having

guests tonight for dinner.

Why don't you come

in and wash up.

I'll help.

I can do it myself!

Adam doesn't

like that.

I want to put in a wheelchair

ramp to make it easier for him,

but with all the medical bills I barely

have enough to pay the mortgage.

Since the accident,

that's where Adam sleeps.

It was a utility room, as you

can see it's really small.

He used to

stay upstairs?

I tried carrying him up and down the

stairs for a while but he just got upset.

Eventually I just decided

it was easier to

move everything down

to the first floor.

We never know all the

things that are going to

cause us problems,

until we have the problems.

That's for sure.

Hungry?

Yes.

Adam, you've hardly said

anything all dinner.

Adam's a little shy

around new people.

Are you excited

about Christmas?

Have you asked Santa

what you want?

I don't believe in Santa.

He's just a fairytale.

Really?

Fairytales don't prepare

you for the real world.

I think there are a lot of

children' literature teachers

who would disagree

with you on that.

Well, as a teacher, I don't

think it's healthy to

fill a child's head

with misinformation.

And I'm bothered that he's always

portrayed as fat and Caucasian.

Santa represents all that's

best in the human heart,

what he looks like on the

outside doesn't matter.

Maybe Santa looks like whatever the

children want him to look like.

Yes.

Tell me, Mr. Frost,

do you think Santa exists?

I believe Santa exists as long as

there are people who believe in him.

Well I'll believe that when

I meet him face to face.

Oh, ho ho.

Anyone for dessert?

Yes!

How 'bout some

milk and cookies?

I'll have whatever

anyone doesn't finish.

I've been thinking about my

whole responsibility in this

gimmie gimmie syndrome, and

Constance may have a point.

I should see what

I can do about this.

You sure you have

time to do that?

And converting the three boys to

the true spirit of Christmas?

Well the only thing I can do with

the boys is to play up the idea.

I can't change them, they

have to do that themselves.

With a little help

from us!

By the way, could you set up a

little Santa mall session for me?

I really want to get a

lap side view of things.

I'll set you up in one

of the malls.

First things first. We gotta

decorate that school.

Oh, I got an e-mail

from Mrs. Claus!

That's great!

She said the packages should arrive at

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