Listy do M. 3

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LETTERS TO SANTA 3

Good morning

from Karolina Krawczyk.

My favorite producer is fumbling

at her console,

while I'm sitting in my white chair

with a mug of coffee in my hand,

and in a Christmas mood.

- Together we're waiting...

- What for?

What are we waiting for? For love.

To have something to celebrate

on February 14.

The first star, love, and...?

- Good health.

- And good health.

LOVE A DOG:

- Where's Karolina?

- We'll begin in no time.

Cool and smooth.

What's my man doing?

I have no idea.

I haven't met him yet.

But I know he's out there

waiting for me.

Ecological hay! Straight from a horse,

no additives, or preservatives!

Perfect for underneath your tablecloth.

Hay! Hay!

Whatever you please. Thank you.

Thank you.

Ideal for your red stilettos.

Get in!

Keep your hands off me!

He was spitting on the sidewalk.

- Maybe he's ill?

- Maybe.

He stole a box of Christmas ornaments.

They were for my kids, guys.

What's wrong with the radio?

It's playing all right.

A miracle.

No, no, no! Please, sir. I'm in a hurry.

- Go ahead.

- But I'm really running late.

- I said get in.

- Thank you.

Hey!

Cab snatcher!

Hi.

Stop it!

- Merry Christmas.

- Thank you.

Not here.

Are you too shy?

- Here?

- Yes.

Let's move it a bit.

Great.

Do you know what time it is?

You were supposed to wake me up.

- Dad?

- Yes?

- What is it?

- Three cups.

Why three?

Look.

The first...

the second... and the third with a ball.

Red loses, black wins.

Everyone can get lucky today.

Where's the ball?

Your grandpa was a better magician.

Practice.

- Could he do magic?

- That's what Granny says.

Really? Could he make

a rabbit disappear?

Grandpa could even

make himself disappear.

Here.

Hocus-pocus and he was gone.

Let's get going.

- To Grandpa's?

- To work.

You said that the family, dad, and son

and crappy crap should be together...

on Christmas Eve.

Mom agreed...

Watch your mouth.

Okay, I did say that.

There's Christmas Eve, the son,

and the damn daddy.

Grandpa is a dad too.

Your dad.

- You said...

- Yes, I did.

- But we don't have his address.

- I found it.

- A volunteer blood...

- Bloodsucker, I guess.

Piotrkw, 20 Polna Street.

Yeah...

Here I am.

Sorry, Rudolf.

I've had a crazy morning.

- Only an affair with Gosling

can save you. - Sure.

I missed my cab, because

I was staring at that dress.

An amazing ball gown

was hovering on the wind.

But I couldn't catch it.

Do you think it's a sign?

Yes, a sign of you being late.

Boss checked in here four times.

- If I hadn't played the recording...

- I love you, Rudolf.

Wedding gown, all right...

What did I say?

Same as last year. And 2 years ago.

That you have no man, but believe

your other half is somewhere out there.

Because it is.

It sure does.

I've met seven of them

since I've been working with you.

You need to find a real man,

not a sissy.

Good morning.

Let me welcome our first caller.

Jola.

What's your name, Jola?

Jola.

What are you waiting

for on this beautiful morning?

- For Santa.

- As we all are.

But I'm waiting for my Santa.

I just want to tell him:

if he's listening, to answer the phone.

You were supposed to be here at eight!

Where are you? How long will you

keep me waiting? Call me!

Gienek...

It is our Jola.

It was a very interesting call.

And now listen...

to a song...

Gienek!

- That was a brand new radio!

- She's making me mad!

I'll go insane!

She fell in love with Santa Claus!

- Where's the phone?

- Don't touch it.

Gienek!

Gienek!

- I need to make a call!

- To whom?

She hasn't been answering

our calls since she ran away.

I'm calling the radio station.

Relax.

Loosen your face.

Yes, Cezary.

20 Polna Street.

He moved 15 years ago?

So I can't catch him there, can I?

Doesn't he sometimes drop by?

No, no. Very well.

Wonderful.

Great.

Dad.

Let's go.

Hop in.

- I've been thinking, Gibbon...

- Yo, Gibbon.

- Do they really call you Gibbon?

- So what?

Nothing. Awesome.

- What have you been thinking, Bogu?

- Me...? Oh, yeah.

Maybe you should call?

- Whom?

- Her, at the radio station.

You've been listening to her

for a year, all in vain.

I love my woman.

I just can't listen to her any longer.

Once she starts rambling...

F***!

A dress?

Can't you see it's a sign?

Everything's possible

on Christmas Eve.

- Call her.

- Knock it off.

A draft must've blown it away.

What do you think?

Son of a...!

After him, Gibbon!

What? Let's go!

- Too late.

- Want a miracle?

Watch me.

What a gibbon!

We spent 2 years in Mexico.

We lived on a beach for a year.

Szczepan used to catch fish...

...with a spear.

Then, you know, summertime...

Sex, sex, and sex.

And a little fuckie in the evening.

Szczepan.

What?

What's up with you?

- Do you have to look like that?

- Like what?

- Like a grandpa.

- I am a grandpa.

Classy.

Pretty much.

Like a gentleman.

Yes, a gentleman.

That's how he was.

Oozing machismo.

Why did you draw on your dad?

Do you think your dad

still resides at Polna Street?

Where else?

Good.

Everybody needs a dad.

Very much.

Mom told me you were a liar.

That you hug many other ladies.

You can't look after a family.

Because you had no dad.

Yes, Tosia. I know I promised,

sweetie. But I can't come.

I feel like I need to spend

this Christmas with mom.

I've got to go. Bye, bye.

Doru! Doru!

Look at grandpa!

Don't cry.

What a generation!

Check it out.

See?

Much better.

Excuse me!

I'm gonna get you, penguin!

This should do.

Get up.

How are they? Not too large?

If they are, just put on thick socks.

- Unless you prefer hockey.

- No, I'm fine.

Awesome. When did you last skate?

- When I was 20 or so.

- It's something you can't forget.

You seem fit, anyway. Przemo.

Karina.

Nice to meet you. I got you!

I'm sorry.

We're meeting in the Old Town

after the Midnight Mass.

You're most welcome to join us.

Just bring a bottle, everybody will.

Hello.

- What happened to you?

- What?

Oh, this. It's okay.

A penguin knocked me off.

- What penguin?

- Just a penguin.

Are you buying skates?

Yes. Why? Can't I?

I'm going to a rink at night.

I've been invited.

I haven't seen you skating

for over 20 years.

Really? Maybe you haven't.

Okay, we'll go skating.

We may also do some bobsleighing.

- But before we do it, Doru...

- What?

He shitted himself.

He needs to be changed.

Can't you take care

of him for 5 minutes?

- Your son is really cool.

- He's our grandson.

- The living image of his granny.

- But he's got my ears, see?

I'm not jealous.

So you're not jealous about me?

Should I be?

He could be our son.

Why not a grandson?

What's that you want?

I want...

...to go skating tonight.

- With those kids?

- So what?

Think about how it's going

to make you feel.

- I won't know until I do it.

- I'll take you skating,

then to an amusement park.

I'll buy you cotton candy.

You'll ride on a carousel.

I'll win a teddybear for you.

Why don't you tell me again

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