Get Santa

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# Here comes Santa Claus

# Riding down Santa Claus Lane

#Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeer

# Are pulling on the reins...

Just two

shopping days left till Christmas

and traffic is looking good

in the centre of town.

Victoria Embankment is moving

smoothly in both directions.

There does seem to be some sort

of hold up over Tower Bridge.

I can see queues

on all approaches to it.

There appears to be livestock.

No... It's reindeer.

Reindeer! I repeat, reindeer,

running wild over Tower Bridge.

# He's got a bag that is filled with toys

for the boys and girls again

# Hear those sleigh bells jingle jangle

# What a beautiful sight

# Jump in bed, cover up your head

# Cos Santa Claus comes tonight

Tonight

# Santa Claus comes tonight

Happy Days...

A surprising story today.

We have reports of reindeer

running loose on the streets of London.

# Here comes Santa Claus

# Riding down Santa Claus Lane

# He doesn't care

if you're rich or poor, boy

# He loves you just the same

# Santa knows that

we're God's children... #

Right...

Mobile phone.

One Rubik's cube.

Oh... Unsolved.

And one set of car keys.

Sign there.

- That your Tom, is it?

- Yeah, that was him two years ago.

- Takes after you.

- Well, let's hope not.

More now

on our top story

of the reindeer running loose

on the streets of London.

There have been sightings

as far west as Ealing Broadway.

No-one knows where they came from,

so let's just hope

they're not Santa's reindeer,

or there'll be a lot of disappointed

children this Christmas.

Hey, quick! We have to stop the train!

There are people on board!

- We can't. The brakes have failed.

- Well, we have to.

There's an old lady

stuck in the back seat!

An old lady? Oh, no!

But don't worry, she just made it out.

No, the old lady got really

mangled up. She's in a mess.

An old lady? Really?

Ah! My legs! I can't feel my legs!

Ah, but fortunately

there's an ambulance nearby.

Nee-nah! Nee-nah!

And it saves the old lady's life.

No, she's dead. She had a big cut

on her leg and bled out.

Well, I hope all this death

and destruction's making you hungry.

- Hello?

Hello. It's me.

Hang on.

Come on, Tom,

let's play something else.

- Are you out?

I'm out.

- I'm pleased for you.

- Yeah, I'm pleased for me too.

- How are you?

- I'm good.

Uh, so, listen, I was just wondering

if I could pop by later

and see Tom, if that's all right?

- No, today's not a good day.

- Ah, come on, Ali.

You can't just change the plans cos you

have something better to do tomorrow.

No, I haven't got anything better to do.

Well, we'll see you then. I've gotta go.

All right. Thank... Thank you.

Was that Dad?

- Yeah, that was Steve.

- Why didn't you let him come over?

Because you'll have more time

with him tomorrow.

- What if he doesn't come tomorrow?

- He will.

He won't if you're being horrible to him.

Tom...

Just try and give him

the benefit of the doubt.

I'm just scared he's gonna build Tom up

with promises and then let him down.

Everybody

deserves a second chance.

Steve's had about 12.

I know.

Let's just try and have

a nice Christmas.

Don't you like the fly?

Will you have a little grub?

Come in.

Mr Anderson, do take a seat.

No? Don't want a fly?

- Mince pie?

- Er, no, thank you.

Do you understand what my job is?

Yeah, it's to make sure that I don't

fall back into a life of crime.

Yeah. Hmm. It's also

to catch you when you do.

- And I will catch you.

- I'm not gonna do anything wrong.

- I'm sure you hear that all the time.

- All the time.

- But this time it's true.

- But this time it's true.

I want you, for the next two months,

to come to this office

every day at 5:
00, starting

tomorrow, excluding Christmas Day.

Is that clear?

Miss an appointment

and I'll assume you're stealing,

and I'll send you back to prison.

Er, just for the record, I wasn't actually

at the stealing end of the business.

- I was the getaway driver.

- Oh.

That's right.

You were the getaway driver...

Who didn't get away.

Is there any reason

why you are still here?

No.

Hello?

Hello!

My letter.

Argh!

Oh!

Oh! Ooh!

Ooh, ooh! Ahhh!

Ho, ho, ho!

I've been old for a thousand years

and I'm not getting any younger.

- Are you the real Santa?

- Why, yes!

Shouldn't you be in Lapland,

sorting out everyone's toys?

Sorting out toys, working out

flight paths, feeding reindeer.

Loading, stowing, stacking,

labeling, cladding,

packing, ribboning, wrapping,

and that's before I even think about

turning the Northern Lights on.

Arcs,

but more like curtains of... Of green.

#doesn't look to me like

it's cascading down.

#looks like it's rising

up from the ground.

- Hello?

Hello.

Tom?

I can't talk loudly or Mum will hear.

Hello, mate. How are you?

How are you doing?

Santa's in the garage.

What?

TQM". He says that

we've got to help him get home.

- He says he knows you.

- Are you in the garage with a man?

No, I'm in the house.

Santa's in the garage.

OK, Tom,

can you put your mum on, please?

No, I can't.

Santa says it has to be you.

Tom, listen to me...

He's crashed his sleigh, lost his

reindeer, and if we don't help him...

- Tom, go and get your mother. Please.

- No. I'm going back to the garage.

- Santa wants to show me his plan.

- Tom.

Torn.

I'm worried about the reindeer.

It's only natural.

Prancer is the oldest... Steve!

Who the hell are you?

- What are you doing?

- Who are you?

- You know who I am.

- I what?

- You know who I am.

- I haven't got a clue who you are.

He's Santa!

OK, just so we're clear, the only

reason I haven't knocked your block off

is because of him, so whatever

your reason is for being here now

it better be a good one.

I was running in my new sleigh.

I came in too low, hit a telephone wire,

got thrown off and hit my head.

Tom?

He's lost his reindeer, and if he doesn't

get to Lapland, Christmas is off.

All right, Tom.

When your father was your age,

he saw me.

- What are you talking about?

- It was Christmas Eve.

You saw a shooting star

racing across the heavens.

- That was me.

- Tom?

- Tom, are you in there?

- We need to help him, Steve.

- Tom, who are you talking to?

- Go on, you get out of here.

- And don't you ever come back.

- Bye, Tom. Don't worry.

Tom, inside.

- Steve.

- Toby.

It's... It's Tony.

What is it, T?

It's nothing.

It's just a cat.

Ooh!

Hello, boys.

Oh...

Ooh.

Ooh! Ooh, ooh.

Ooh! Ooh!

Ooh!

"Oh!

Shh. Shh! It's me.

There you are. You're all here.

Thank goodness.

I was so worried about you.

Antlers up. Who wants to go home?

All of you? Right, leave it to me.

Now, if I can just get them airborne...

Toe tap right, toe tap left.

Swing the arms. Four more...

MAN ON W". This is the scene

from Sydney, Australia,

where Christmas Eve begins

just like any other day.

Big steps, count four.

Yesterday

we told you about

reindeer running over Tower Bridge,

and now this festive story

has taken another mysterious twist.

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