Farewell Mr. Kringle

---

1

Mistletoe,

I want you to join me

in giving a special shout out

to the donor of

this year's Christmas tree,

Mr. mark Stafford!

Yes, mark!

Thank you, mark.

And as soon as our guest

of honor arrives,

we can light this tree, huh?

Yes!

Ha ha ha ha!

Ho ho ho!

Seasons greetings, kris!

I had to deliver your mail

after hours,

there was so much

addressed to Santa.

How's Martha?

Ah, ornery as ever.

She made a special batch

of cookies for you.

I'd feed 'em to the reindeer

if I were you.

- Give her my regards.

- Ah, will do, will do.

Well, the whole town's

waiting for ya.

On, comet, on, cupid,

on, donner and blitzen.

To the top

of the porch!

To the top of the wall!

- Now...

- Dash away, dash away...

Dash away all!

That's great.

- There he is!

- Uh-oh!

Ladies and gentlemen,

here he is...

Our very own kris kringle!

Yes!

Yes!

Thank you.

Ooh.

Yes!

Yes!

Hello, hello, hello!

I suppose a Christmas tree

isn't really a Christmas tree

without lights,

now, is it?

No!

So... let's count down

together.

Five... four...

Three... two...

One!

Anna, Zoe wants to see you.

- Oh, great.

- I'll be there in a sec.

Thanks, carly.

Knock, knock.

You rang?

Anna, check this out.

Look at this guy.

He really knows

how to milk a moment.

- Mm.

- Ho ho ho.

Oh, come on, Anna.

This is good stuff.

Oh... there's more.

Of course there is.

A guy named Phil

sent me the link.

Says he's the mayor

of, uh... mistletoe.

- How quaint.

- Says this old guy's

been playing Santa

every Christmas for 50 years.

Wow.

And you'll love this part.

He changed his pedestrian name

from John Wilson

to kris kringle.

Okay. Well, now he sounds

like he needs to be fitted

for a straitjacket.

Why are you telling me this?

No. No!

Zoe, please, you know

I'm not a Christmas person.

Exactly.

That's what makes you perfect

for the story.

Story? What story?

This guy sounds like

a glorified mall Santa.

- Oh...

- But he is so much more.

This Santa is the real deal.

Or so he says.

This guy really

thinks he is...

"The real" Santa claus?

According to mayor Phil.

Our readers

are gonna eat this up.

Oh... I feel like

I'm getting indigestion already.

Anna.

We are a family magazine.

Stories like this

are our bread and butter.

- Okay... you win.

- What do you want me to do?

I have an inspired idea.

- Here it comes.

- Okay.

It's the holidays, so why not

make this story special?

I mean, 50 years?

That's quite an accomplishment.

I want you to go down

to mistletoe,

find out what makes

Mr. ol' kringle tick,

then I want you

to blog about it.

You want me

to blog about it?

- Kris kringle...

- 50th anniversary.

Our readers

are gonna love it.

Okay, am I being punk'd?

It's gonna make

a wonderful feature story.

And I've arranged for carly

to house sit for you.

You'll leave

first thing in the morning.

You really want me to blog

about a crazy old man

who thinks he's Santa claus?

I'm sorry,

but I don't even think

Quentin Tarantino

could make that interesting.

I have faith in you,

Anna.

I know you do.

- Oh, Anna!

- Yes.

How'd the blind date go

last night?

It didn't.

I canceled.

Honey... it's been

three years.

You really need

to get back out there.

I know, and I love you

for caring, but...

I'm just not ready yet.

Dear blogosphere,

from now until Christmas,

I will be reporting from

the recently renamed town

of mistletoe.

Why, you ask?

Because my editor thought

it would be a good idea

to banish me to,

of all places,

northern California,

where it snows.

My task at hand...

To uncover what makes

the great mall Santa

of the north tick,

a man affectionately known

as kris kringle

who resides in a town

called mistletoe.

Good to see ya.

Good! Good to see you.

Aah!

What?

All right!

Uhhgh!

Okay, okay, I'm moving,

I'm moving.

Perfect.

It is funny.

It is a laugh.

This is good.

I'm in a parade.

I'm in a parade.

Hello.

Oh! Happy holidays!

Welcome to the holly inn.

Oh, thank you.

Uh, I believe I have

a reservation.

Anna wahl.

Family now magazine.

- All right.

- Anna wahl.

Mm... no.

Uh, no.

Wait! Here we go!

Oh, Anna wahl with an "l".

- Yeah.

- That's what I said.

Oh, I thought

you said walls.

Well, it's a little

noisy in here.

Just need your

Jane hancock on the line.

Uh, what's going on in here

anyway?

- What do you mean?

- Well, all the construction...

Oh, yeah!

Well, uh, our new owner's

doing a remodel.

- Wonderful.

- Yeah.

Uh...

- How's room number five sound?

- Great.

Uh...

I just have, uh,

these two bags.

Oh, um...

I hope you don't mind

lugging your own bags.

I, uh, strained my back

bowling.

- No problem.

- Oh, thanks.

- All right.

- Just... here?

- Just... yeah.

- Just, uh, down that way

and up the stairs.

Make a left.

It's the one

with the big sitting room.

Would you be

the Anna wahl

from family now magazine?

You made a grand entrance

in our parade today.

The one.

Mayor Phil green

at your service.

- Oh, excellent!

- If you're the mayor,

- then you're the reason I'm here.

- Indeed.

- I hope that's a good thing.

- Too early to tell.

I'm actually here

to check out your, uh...

Your kris kringle,

aka John Wilson?

- Hear he's quite an extrovert.

- Oh, yes, ma'am.

Kris is some piece of work.

11 months of the year,

he pretty much keeps to himself,

spending his time gardening

or fiddling

in that workshop of his.

But come December... poof,

like a butterfly

bursting out of his cocoon,

there he is.

7:
00 P.M. December 1st

without fail,

kris shows up in this square

driving that ridiculous

car of his.

Then when the holidays

are over,

he goes back to his cave.

- Cave?

- His house on Santa claus Lane.

Used to be maple drive

before the change.

- Change?

- Yeah, this town

was called summerville

till about 30 years ago.

Christmas of '79, to be exact,

the change took effect.

Summerville became mistletoe

and all the street signs

took holiday theme names.

Lloyd, our postmaster,

nearly went insane.

What about the holly inn?

Yep. Used to be called

the summerville inn.

And all of this...

For Mr. Wilson?

Well, he goes by kringle now.

He hasn't answered

to Wilson in years.

See, the change came about,

Anna,

'cause folks

wanted to show kris

just how much they appreciate

all he's done for our town.

What exactly has he done?

Let me take you

to the St. Nick's

to meet a few folks.

Oh, you're gonna love

this place.

St. Nick's cafe.

People are great.

You're gonna love it,

I promise.

Ahh.

Mr. mayor.

Zelda.

How are we today?

- Well, Zelda.

- How are you?

- I'm good.

- We've got company.

This is miss Anna wahl,

parade interloper.

Oh, my goodness.

A celebrity.

Well...

- Welcome to St. Nick.

- Thank you.

Miss wahl, this way.

I'll take you

to booth number one.

We usually save it

for the president,

but I'll give it to you.

Mayor Phil beat me out

by only seven votes

in the last election.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes