One Magic Christmas Page #4

- 50 bucks?

- I'm sorry.

Or I got this camp stove.

Ah, sure you're sorry!

OK, that's that.

I'm gonna drop you off at the bus station

for a couple of hours, Frankie.

There's something I'm gonna do.

OK, I gotta go

in the bank for a minute, kids.

But what are you going to do in the bank?

Never mind about that.

I'll just be a few minutes.

You guys stay right here

and don't touch anything, OK?

- OK.

- OK, Dad.

Abbie, Dad said to stay in the car.

Where are you going?

To see Mom.

Hi, Mom!

- Abbie...

- Hey, Mom, guess what.

Dad bought us a little Christmas tree

to decorate tonight. It's on the car.

- Where is your dad?

- He went in the bank.

In the bank?

Oh, no, he doesn't!

- Ginnie! Ginnie!

- Come on, you're coming with me.

Just where do you think you're going?

Herbie, I just have to go to the bank for

two seconds. You could take my register.

Me? I am the manager here,

and you're not going anywhere.

We're in the middle of

the Christmas rush here.

If one more person says "Christmas"

to me, I'm gonna throw something at 'em!

Now, I'm going to the bank, Herbie.

Well, that's it. You're fired, Ginnie!

Go jump in a lake, Herbie.

- Thank you, Mrs McCormick.

- Merry Christmas, Eleanor.

Put all the money you've got there

in the bag and don't say a word,

or you're blown away.

Readouts.

You know you're not supposed

to go in Glen's when I'm working.

I've told you that before. Your dad,

honestly! Now I've gone and gotten fired.

Abbie, get in the car and don't get out

again. I mean it. Cal, keep her in there.

- Is there a problem?

- Yes, sir.

Gimme that.

Keep that gun where it is, old man.

OK, now. We're leaving, me and her.

Anybody try anything, she's dead.

Hey, listen. No one's gonna stop you

from going. Just let the girl go.

- Leave me alone. Leave me alone, pal.

- Listen, it's Christmas Eve...

Jack?

Jack, you're gonna be OK, honey.

You're gonna be OK.

He's killed him.

He's driving off in Ginnie's car.

What?

My kids. My kids are in that car!

Hey, mister, this is my dad's car.

He took them. He took my kids!

He took my kids!

- What are your names, then?

- I'm Cal and she's Abbie.

Well, I'm Harry.

Don't worry, I ain't gonna hurt you.

I've never hurt nobody.

Oh, help! He's down there.

Ginnie?

The police just called.

They found the children,

standing by a roadside.

They're fine.

They must have been

dropped off by the man

before he went in the water,

the police said.

- We're home, Mom.

- The car crashed into the river, Mom.

But an angel saved us.

Right out of the river.

It was like we was flying.

Cal and Abbie?

- Yes, Mom?

- Yes, Mom?

Sometimes bad things happen.

Real bad things.

And sometimes good things happen.

Right, Mom?

Right. But this is about a bad thing

that happened to your dad.

What bad thing, Mom?

You know this morning

when your dad went to the bank?

- That man that took you away...

- Harry?

Harry, yeah.

He shot your dad, and your dad got killed.

You mean Dad's in the hospital?

- No. No, Cal, you see...

- When's Dad coming home, Mom?

Well, that's the thing.

He is not coming home. Ever.

He's not coming back to us.

- But he's gotta come back, Mom.

- For Christmas.

You have to understand this, you have to.

Your dad's not coming back.

Your dad died.

Dad never died before.

Cal?

We'll be all right.

We gotta make it, Cal, so Dad's not dead

any more, so Mom's not crying.

- We can't, Abbie.

- We gotta.

I know.

Maybe we can't, but Gideon can.

He can do anything.

He made this glass ball break, and then

he made it so it didn't break again.

No, he didn't. Nobody can do that.

He did so, and I'm going to him.

Are you crazy?

Where do you think you're going?

- To find Gideon.

- You don't know where he is.

I do, too, cos he told me.

I'm going to him. He's at the tree.

- Mom, Abbie just ran away.

- What?

She said she was going to find

Gideon the angel at the tree.

Gideon?

Gideon?

I'm not afraid.

Abbie!

The glass ball?

The glass ball was one thing, but

bringing your dad back is something else.

I think I know who we can talk to, though.

Who, Gideon?

- Santa Claus.

- Santa Claus?

Do you know Santa Claus?

The real Santa Claus?

Then we gotta go to the North Pole,

Gideon, to see Santa Claus,

so he can make my dad not dead.

Come on.

You didn't find her?

She came here. I know she came here.

Come on, Ginnie, I'll take you home.

She's probably already home by now.

See that little door up there?

That's where you have to go.

Now, you have to talk to him yourself.

And I'll wait for you here,

to take you home.

I've really got to go by myself, Gideon?

- Yes, child?

- Does Mr Santa Claus live here?

Of course he does. Come in.

What it is, Santa Claus...

is my mom and Cal and me

want my dad back,

so he's not dead any more.

I'm sorry, little one, but there are some

things not even Santa Claus can do.

You wouldn't have to bring me or Cal

anything else. Just our dad back.

You could give the stuff you was

going to give us to Molly Monaghan.

Molly Monaghan?

Oh, yes.

Please, Santa Claus, please.

I would, Abbie.

I really would if I could, but I can't.

I am sorry.

But there is someone who could.

There is? Who?

- Your mother.

- My mom?

Yes.

She can make my dad not dead?

Yes, Abbie, yes.

But how could she?

I fixed your sweater, Nicholas.

Oh... Oh, my sweater. Thank you.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

Abbie, I have something

I want you to give to your mother.

- Is this your workshop?

- Yes, this is my workshop, Abbie.

My brother's never going to believe this.

Watch out for the bicycle, child.

My brother is never going to believe this.

- Hello, how are you doing, Sidney?

- Merry Christmas.

Hello.

Bonjour!

Did you see that man?

That was Mr Perkins.

He used to be the janitor in our school

before he...

Died? Most people think it's elves,

but it's just nice, ordinary people,

young and old, that work here.

Joyeux Nol, Franois.

- Hello.

- Merry Christmas, Eli.

Merry Christmas, all.

Abbie, this is my mail room.

All of the letters children all over

the world write to me come here.

Now, let me see. Oh, yes. What was

your mother's name when she was little?

Ginnie.

- I mean her last name.

- Oh. Hanks.

O'Hanks?

Oh... Hanks!

Hanks.

Hanks... Hanks...

- My brother's never going to believe this.

- Uh-oh.

Anyone! Chaps!

Would you please push me a bit closer?

In!

Whoa, whoa!

Hanks!

Now, let me see.

Ah, I thought so.

Now, here it is, Abbie.

Now, this is what I want you

to give to your mother.

Santa Claus, how come you don't look like

the Santa Claus in the mall?

Because the Santa Claus in the mall

isn't me.

Santa Claus, how can one sleigh carry

all the toys for all the kids, everyplace?

Because it's a magic sleigh. Very magic.

Do you believe in magic, Abbie?

- Yes.

- Good.

- Your lunch, Nicholas.

- Oh, yes!

- Have a nice trip.

- Yes.

Take care of Abbie.

Make sure that she gets home,

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