Santa Claus

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Every Christmas Eve

we are part of a miracle

every girl and boy

shares the joy

if they believe

you can share it too

just believe in the miracle

you will carry joy with you

every Christmas Eve

In a certain time,

in a certain land,

once there lived

and once there was...

A magic kingdom

at the top of the world.

If a traveler came

to that cold, freezing place,

and no traveler ever did,

all he would see

would be ice.

Mountains of ice and snow.

But on certain nights, when the stars

of the sky shined like jewels,

a wonderful light

appeared in the heavens;

and then many lights,

all the colors of the rainbow;

and some colors

never seen before.

Way on top,

the north star sparkled.

And suddenly, the ice

mountains cracked open...

And beautiful, beautiful

lights pierced the sky,

and then, out came

the vendegums.

Hundreds of them, all in their

bright-colored clothes.

Granny,

what's a vendegum?

A vendegum? Those

are the little men...

Who live in

the ice mountains,

way at

the top of the world,

under the north star.

Some of them are

even littler than you.

This is the same story

she told last year.

Oh, when's he coming?

When's he gonna get here?

The road from the village

must be blocked.

Even those reindeer of his

couldn't make it through.

Wouldn't be Christmas without him, though,

would it? He hasn't missed one yet.

It's them! Here they come!

All right. Everybody back.

Everybody back, everybody back.

- What did you bring? What did I get?

- Wait.

Don't I hear

something first?

Happy Christmas,

Uncle claus!

All right. All right. Here, for you.

And you. Thank you!

Cutting wood all day

for the whole village.

It's enough

to exhaust any man.

How does he find time

to make all those things?

He makes time.

What can I tell you?

It gives him pleasure.

Little else.

For you.

Just for you.

What is it?

A vendegum.

Just as I was

telling you.

You can't see your hand in front of your

face out there. You won't get through.

My reindeer, donner and blitzen,

can get through anything.

Come along, Anya.

We must hurry.

More children need their toys on

the other side of the forest.

'Bye, dear.

Okay.

Bye!

Bye!

Did you see their faces

when they saw the toys?

Ah, yes. They love their

Uncle claus, huh?

Come on, blitzen.

Pull harder!

The children

are waiting!

Come on, donner.

Don't drag your hooves.

Hurry along, now.

You can do it, boy.

Come on!

I can't find it, Anya.

I can't find the road.

- Where are we?

Come on, boys.

Don't slow up now!

Hi-up!

Hi-up!

Go! Come on!

Blast!

- Come on, blitzen.

Come on, my good boys.

Donner! Now listen!

Over there,

there's food and warmth...

And a bed

and straw and hay...

And everything a smart team

of reindeer would like!

Here is where

you freeze to death.

Now, come on, my good boys!

Come on!

Claus, come back.

I can't see you.

Oh, my God.

Anya!

Anya! Anya!

Anya. Oh, my God. Anya! Anya!

Anya, please!

Oh!

They're here.

Welcome.

It's them. Vendegum.

The little people?

We prefer to be called

elves, if you don't mind.

- You-you--

- I'm the one called dooley.

- We've been expecting you.

- Expecting us?

For a long, long time.

We almost gave up hope!

Where are we?

- Home.

- No, no, no. Our home is far from--

look at that! Let's go.

Not anymore.

This is your home now.

W-what does he mean?

Uh, you don't understand.

We live in a village far away from

this one. Blow! Bits of old ropes,

single-hinge

runner connectors.

This is unbelievable!

See I'm gonna have

a lot to teach him.

Whoops.

Hi, there.

Hi. I'm the one

called patch.

Welcome aboard, sir. Speaking

for the boys and myself,

I'd-- oh, you must

be the missus!

Me?

Yeah. Well,

we were expecting someone nice, but

not someone so young and pretty.

- Were we, boys?

- - No. No.

- Oh, don't be elf-conscious! - My

friends, let us show you your new home.

Patch, take charge of the reindeer.

Yeah. Honka!

Take charge of the reindeer. Boog,

take charge of the reindeer.

Vout, take charge

of the reindeer.

I don't understand.

What new home?

There's nothing here.

Look again.

- Where did it come from?

- It was always here.

But it can't be seen by

just anyone, you know. Mm?

Come, fellow elves. Take

them to their new home.

Lead and follow,

follow and lead.

He's nice,

isn't he, patch?

Yeah, I tell you, boys, he gives me

a real feeling of elf-confidence.

What's it all about?

Maybe it's a-- aah!

No, we're awake!

It's him! He's here!

Yes, he's here,

he's here!

Welcome, welcome. I'm the one called puffy.

We've been expecting you.

Not now, puffy. The man

wants to see the sights.

- Isn't this something? - Did you

hear that? He said it's something!

- He did. He did!

- Oh, my!

She likes it. She likes it!

She does. She does.

Isn't this something? Is it

warm enough for all of them?

It's exactly what

I've been saying, ma'am.

Now, I have an idea for a new way to

heat this entire place, using pipes!

Pipes, you know?

Cylinder thingies?

There's much more

to see, folks.

Pipes.

Pipes.

Yeah.

Wait! Wait!

Oh!

My goodness.

What is all this?

They're Christmas toys.

Waiting for you.

For me.

Wh-what have they

got to do with me?

You're going to give

them to your children.

Th-there must be a mistake.

We have no children.

You do now.

You have all

the children of the world.

But how could I deliver

all these toys?

I won't live

long enough for that.

Both of you

will live forever.

Like us.

Anya?

Me too.

I can't sleep either.

I don't want to sleep.

This mattress is so comfortable,

I don't want to miss

a moment of it.

This-this won't take long.

I'll be right back.

What is it, donner, eh?

You look so frightened.

There's nothing

to worry about.

Really, there isn't. Easy, boy,

it's all right. Easy, now, easy.

Strange

place, strange companions.

But we're all friends here.

We are!

- Look at old blitz in there.

- Does he look worried? Hmm?

Come on. Maybe try

and eat something. Hmm?

It's great food.

Believe me.

Say, look.

Even I like it.

It's delicious.

Mmm! He's like me, I guess.

Oh! Yes.

A little confused.

Yeah, yeah.

He's always been the fidgety type.

Yeah. Well,

he'll be all right, sir, as soon

as he gets used to the place.

He just needs a little

elf-control. Mm.

Well, you certainly

know your reindeer.

These are fine specimens. Oh! Hear that,

boys? You made a good impression.

Come on.

Look. These two are twins.

Prancer and dancer.

The way you can tell them apart

is by those snooty monocles.

Prancer's is

on his right eye,

and dancer's is

on his left eye.

And this lad with the great

big antlers is comet.

And old spotted-nose

here is cupid.

This white-faced boy here,

that's old dasher.

He loves to run, he does, he really does.

He'd rather run than eat!

And, uh, this noisy one with

the floppy jowls, he's ViXen.

Keep you up half the night

with his snorts and whinnies,

whinnies and snorts.

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