Winter Wonderland

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It's a time for hot chocolate

and gingerbread cookies

by the roaring fire.

The blanket of snow

covering the countryside

truly makes everything

look like a winter wonderland.

You can feel

the cold chill in the air,

but we can dress warmly

and go outside

to sled and skate

and play all day.

Lights sparkle in the windows

and on the trees.

Together, let's explore

this magical celebration

of family, friends, traditions,

imagination and fantasy.

We'll share songs and laughter,

stories and fun,

with old familiar friends

and new ones, too.

...and sing a sleighing song tonight

Jingle bells, jingle bells,

jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

in a one-horse open sleigh

Jingle bells, jingle bells,

jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh

Deck the halls with boughs of holly

'Tis the season to be jolly

Don we now our gay apparel

Troll the ancient Yuletide carol

We wish you a merry Christmas

We wish you a merry Christmas

We wish you a merry Christmas

and a happy New Year

Good tidings we bring

to you and your kin

We wish you a merry Christmas

and a happy New Year

We wish you a merry Christmas

We wish you a merry Christmas

We wish you a merry Christmas

and a happy New...

Deck the halls with boughs of holly

Jingle, jingle bells

The shops along Main Street

certainly look beautiful.

But it's a perfect day

for a sleigh ride in the country

where we'll see

that romance can blossom

even on a cold and snowy day.

Don't you kind of love December

When the merry snowbells chime?

We're together

Once upon a wintertime

Every single snowflake falling

Plays a jingle down your spine

Lovely weather

Once upon a wintertime

On the frozen pond,

folks are swaying

Sweetheart, who cares?

We'll have more fun sleighing

Behind two chestnut mares

When we say,

"Goodbye, December"

Merry bells no longer chime

We'll remember

Once upon a wintertime

Don't you kind of love December

When the merry snowbells chime?

We're together

Once upon a wintertime

Every single snowflake falling

Plays a jingle down your spine

Here we are together,

Lovely, lovely weather

Once upon a wintertime

Jingle bells, jingle all the way

On the frozen pond,

folks are swaying

Sweetheart, who cares?

We'll have more fun sleighing

Behind two chestnut mares

When we say,

"Goodbye, December"

Merry bells no longer chime

We'll remember

once upon a wintertime

Remember December

Once upon a wintertime

On the frozen pond,

folks are swaying

Sweetheart, who cares?

We'll have more fun sleighing

Behind two chestnut mares

When we say,

"Goodbye, December"

Merry bells no longer chime

We'll remember

Once upon a wintertime

Do you remember

the first time you ever saw snow?

Let's go and visit our friend Bambi

to relive the magic

of his first winter

and the thrill of seeing snow

and ice for the very first time.

Hiya, Bambi!

Watch what I can do.

Come on, it's alright.

Look!

The water's stiff.

Some fun, Bambi?

Come on, get up, like this.

No.

Kinda wobbly, aren't you?

You gotta watch both ends

at the same time.

I guess you better unwind it.

Not everyone lives

where the seasons bring

the winter surprises of ice and snow.

Pablo the Penguin

lives in a land of eternal snow.

But he dreams of finding a place

where the weather better

suits his personality.

This story takes us

way down to the South Pole.

Rather than have you stand on your

heads, let's turn the theatre over.

There, that's better.

Two things you will find most of

down here are ice and penguins.

It's amazing that anybody

would want to live here.

But most penguins

wouldn't live anywhere else.

You couldn't find

better weather for fishing...

...skiing, tobogganing or swimming.

There is nothing

the average penguin likes better

than a day at the beach.

But come on, let's meet Pablo.

He lives down at the end

of Main Street.

Let's go in and see what's cooking.

Pablo could never remember

having been warm enough.

And so his closest companion

was Smoky Joe, his little stove.

Between chills,

Pablo had one burning desire.

To spend the rest of his life

on some tropical shore.

So we see him bravely set forth

to the isle of his dreams.

The other penguins turned out

to give him a big sendoff.

But when he gets

just so far away from his stove...

...see what happens?

Too bad.

Perhaps he'll give up this wild idea.

But, no, he's off to another start.

This time, he's bringing a friend.

Anyway, it was a hot idea.

Well, maybe he'll be content

to stay at home this time.

But, no, there he goes,

hotfooting it to the land of the sun.

By now, the farewell committee

has been reduced to two.

Discouraging, isn't it?

Suddenly, Pablo got one of those

ideas that change a person's life.

A boat.

But where would he get a boat?

Just watch.

"Where there's a will,

there's a way, " they say.

And now, the official launching.

Day after day,

the south wind carried him north.

One day, a blanket of fog rolled in.

And it was so thick...

Must be near Cape Horn.

As the fog lifted,

he found himself headed

straight for the Straits of Magellan

And northward

along Chile's rocky coast.

One day, a storm cloud came up.

Just a little bitty old storm cloud.

It just tried awful hard

to have its first storm.

Didn't amount to much, though.

One day, on lookout,

Pablo had a bit of a shock.

A waterspout off the port bow.

But it proved to be

the Juan Fernandez Islands

where Robinson Crusoe once lived.

And still does, apparently.

Four bells and all's well.

According to Pablo's chart,

he should be nearing Via del Mar.

And strangely enough,

that's just where he is.

He sailed past Lima,

the capital of Peru,

hugging the coastline

with a tenacity of purpose

seldom found in a penguin.

One day, his telescope picked out

a city high up on top of a mountain.

The map said it was Quito.

And it was right smack

on the equator.

It wasn't as easy to cross,

but with a little help from Neptune,

he made it.

Making a left turn,

he followed the equator,

headed for the Galapagos Islands.

Ah, that good old sun!

Pablo felt

he'd never get enough of it.

He hadn't counted on this.

Things looked pretty bad.

Help! Man the pumps!

She's sprung a leak.

Pipe all hands on deck! Do things!

Get going! Take to the lifeboats!

Abandon ship!

Unruffle the mizzenmast

and man the poops.

Don't just stand there. Get going!

Swab the decks and... Heavens!

Look. What's that?

Just what he's been looking for.

Pablo has finally reached

the isle of his dreams.

And, so as the warm tropical sun

sinks slowly in the west,

we leave little Pablo,

a bird in paradise,

a picture of health

in his new coat of tan.

He should be

the happiest penguin in the world.

Only, sometimes,

he gets to thinking...

Christmas is a special time when

miraculous things can happen.

It was that way

for a little boy named Arthur

whom everybody called Wart.

Legend tells us that

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