Miracle On 34th Street Page #2

Couldn't we invite Mr. Gailey?

Oh, don't even

think about it.

I'll have a sandwich

or something.

It's an awful big turkey.

That's not it, dear...

but I'm sure Mr. Gailey

has other plans.

No, he hasn't. Have you?

To be quite honest

and truthful with the child...

I must admit

I haven't any other plans.

Please, Mother!

Did I ask all right?

Hmm?

Didn't I ask all right,

Mr. Gailey?

That all depends.

Dinner's at 3:
00.

Thanks.

Suzie, honey,

you asked just right.

I'll see you at 3:00.

- It worked.

- Yes.

I tell you,

Mrs. Walker, he's stupendous.

Everybody's crazy about him.

So is Mr. Macy.

Well, hire him,

by all means.

It's perfectly

all right with me.

It'll save me a frantic search

in the morning.

Yes. That's right.

I'll take care of it as soon

as he gets through.

You'll love him.

I just know that

with that man on the throne...

my department will sell

more toys than it ever has.

He's a born salesman.

I just feel it.

Yes, yes, yes.

We'll talk about it

in the morning. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

And you'll find toys

of all kinds at Macy's.

Gee, that sure is

an elegant costume.

Yes. I've had it

for years and years.

Sure makes a bum

out of the one they gave you.

Even that one's better

than the one I wear.

You, Alfred?

I play Santa Claus

over at the "Y" near our block.

No kidding!

Started about three years ago.

They had a costume,

but it didn't have no padding...

and since I carry my own

padding around with me...

I got the job, see?

You enjoy impersonating me?

- Oh, yeah.

- Why?

I don't know. It's...

When I give packages

to little kids...

I like to watch

their faces get that...

that Christmas look

all of a sudden.

It makes me feel

kind of good and important.

Pardon me!

I bought

a 23-pound turkey.

I had my daughter and her kids

over for dinner yesterday.

There you are.

Good morning.

Oh, my,

what a striking costume!

Before you go up on the floor,

I want to give you...

a few tips on how to be

a good Santa Claus.

Go right ahead.

Here's a list

of toys that we have to push.

You know, things

that we're overstocked on.

Now, you'll find

that a great many children...

will be undecided as to what

they want for Christmas.

When that happens,

you suggest one of these items.

You understand?

I certainly do.

Good.

You memorize that list...

Oh, no. 9:
50.

When you've finished,

come up to the seventh floor.

I'll be waiting for you.

Imagine...

making a child take something

it doesn't want...

just because he bought

too many of the wrong toys.

That's what I've been

fighting against for years...

the way they

commercialize Christmas.

A lot of bad "isms"

floating around this world...

but one of the worst

is commercialism.

Make a buck. Make a buck.

Even in Brooklyn,

it's the same.

Don't care what Christmas

stands for.

Just make a buck.

Oh, don't bother.

I'll put it away for you.

Eh?

Oh, thank you, Alfred.

And what should I do

with these?

Throw them on the floor.

I get kind of tired

just sweeping up dust.

Mm-hmm.

- Thanks.

- Well, thank you, Alfred.

Yes, yes, yes.

Peter's a fine name.

What do you want

for Christmas, Peter?

A fire engine, just like

the big ones only smaller...

that has a real hose

that squirts real water.

I won't do it in the house,

only in the backyard.

I promise.

Psst! Psst!

Macy's ain't got any.

Nobody's got any.

Well, Peter,

I can tell you're a good boy.

You'll get your fire engine.

Oh, thank you very much!

You see?

I told you he'd get me one.

That's fine.

That's just dandy.

Listen, you wait over there.

Mama wants to thank

Santa Claus, too.

Say, listen,

what's the matter with you?

Don't you understand English?

I tell you nobody's got any.

I've been all over.

My feet are killing me.

A fine thing, promising the kid.

You don't think I would've

said that unless I'm sure?

You can get those fire engines

at Schoenfeld's on Lexington.

Only 8.50. A wonderful bargain.

Schoenfeld's?

I don't get it.

I keep track of

the toy market pretty closely.

Does that surprise you so?

Surprise me?

Macy's sending people

to other stores?

Are you kidding me?

The only important thing

is to make the children happy.

Who sells the toy

doesn't make any difference.

Don't you feel that way?

Who, me? Oh, yeah, sure.

Only I didn't know Macy's did.

As long as I'm here, they do.

I don't get it.

No, I just don't get it.

I quite understand.

Your little girl

would like some skates.

But of course,

you must get her the best...

'cause their little ankles

want protecting.

Our skates are very good,

but not quite good enough.

You go to Gimbels.

They'll have exactly what

you're looking for.

There you are, dear.

That's for you.

Merry Christmas.

Gimbels.

Hello, my little girl.

How old are you?

Gimbels.

Gimbels!

Pardon me.

The guard said to speak to you.

You're the head

of the toy department?

Yes, madam...

Listen. I want to

congratulate you and Macy's...

on this wonderful new stunt

you're pulling.

Imagine, sending people

to other stores.

I don't get it. Why, it's...

- It certainly is.

- You said it.

Imagine a big outfit

like Macy's...

putting the spirit of Christmas

ahead of the commercial.

It's wonderful.

I never done

much shopping here before...

but from now on, I'm going

to be a regular Macy customer.

All right, dear.

Thank you, madam.

There are six more

women who want to thank you.

Not now. I've got

to think this thing over.

Personally, I think

it's a wonderful idea, too.

You think so.

Those women think so.

The point is,

will Mr. Macy think so?

This seems awfully silly,

Mr. Gailey.

I thought as long

as we're in the store...

you might as well

say hello to Santa Claus.

Why?

Because when

you talk to him...

you might feel

differently about him.

Good-bye, Elmer.

Be a good boy now.

Merry Christmas!

Well, young lady,

what's your name?

Susan Walker.

What's yours?

Mine? Kris Kringle.

I'm Santa Claus.

Oh, you don't believe that,

do you?

My mother's Mrs. Walker,

the lady who hired you.

Oh.

But I must say,

you're the best one I've seen.

Really?

Your beard doesn't have

those things over your ears.

That's because it's real,

like I'm really Santa Claus.

Oh, go ahead, pull it.

Ouch.

All right, folks,

don't crowd.

You have all day

to see Santa Claus.

Now, children, behave.

This way, please.

Get back in the line there.

What would you like me

to bring you for Christmas?

Nothing, thank you.

Oh, come now.

You must want something.

Whatever I want,

my mother will get for me...

if it's sensible and doesn't

cost too much, of course.

Hello, Mother.

Hello, Susan, Mr. Gailey.

I think you've taken up enough

of this gentleman's time.

The explanation for this

is all very simple.

Cleo's mother

sprained her ankle.

She had to go home and asked me

to bring Suzie down to you.

Yes, Cleo called me.

I was wondering where you were.

As long as we're here,

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