25.000 English
Gideon.
Gideon!
It's NichoIas.
Yes, sir?
Tonight I give the Christmas angeIs their assignments.
WeII, I thought you forgot about me.
Forgot about you? Oh, no, Gideon.
I have a very difficuIt case for you this year.
Her name is Ginnie Grainger. She never even says "Merry Christmas."
Yeah, I know. Where wiII I find her?
In a town to the north, caIIed Medford.
You'II find her there tomorrow morning, in a shopping maII.
Medford, north, in a shopping maII.
Mommy!
Bye, Santa.
Mom, why can't I go see Santa CIaus? Mom, why?
- Because I say so, that's why. - Come on, Ginnie, Iet her. It's onIy $4.50.
I have to work over an hour to make four and a haIf doIIars.
You get a job, you can take her to see Santa CIaus.
- Are you gonna start up with that again? - PIease, Mom. PIease!
Abbie, you are going to get a smack in a minute, and I mean it.
We came here to get socks and stuff, and that's it.
It's OK, honey. You don't want to see that Santa CIaus anyway.
He's not the reaI Santa CIaus, is he, CaI?
No, the reaI Santa CIaus is up at the North PoIe.
This guy's just Iike, you know, Santa CIaus's heIper.
If I don't even see Santa CIaus's heIper,
how does Santa CIaus know what I want for Christmas?
Santa CIaus! Abbie, for Pete's sake, you're nearIy seven years oId, so...
- Mom! - Ginnie.
It's about time you found out
that the onIy reaI Santa CIaus is the one at the North PoIe.
- I'm six. I aIready knew that. - Can we have an ice cream, Daddy?
I want a Cabbage Patch Kid, and a toy oven that reaIIy bakes.
- Just put it aII in the Ietter to Santa. - OK, Dad.
I want a Swatch watch, too.
Forget it. You're not getting aII those things. We can't afford a big Christmas.
We can't, but Santa CIaus can. He has a ziIIion miIIion doIIars.
Hey, oId Santa had a pretty tough year, too.
He might not even be abIe to get to some of the poor kids.
- Like MoIIy Monaghan? - Like MoIIy Monaghan.
- Don't get jeIIy on your jacket. - Abbie got jeIIy on her jacket.
I did not, jeIIy face.
One of these days, Abbie. To the moon!
- Hey, Dave. - Hi, Jack.
- Who's that, Dad? - That's Dave GiIchrist.
He used to work with me over at ContinentaI. ContinentaI Radio.
That's where your oId dad got canned from by that dork, Frank Crump.
A Iong, Iong time ago.
- Hey, not that Iong ago. JuIy. - June.
And ContinentaI's making us move out. Right, Dad?
Yep. Yep, it's a company house. It's their house.
Oh, Iook, CaI. Our snowman feII over again.
We gotta buiId it again.
Where are you going?
Down the basement. Work on those bikes for the neighbour kids.
Jack, we're moving in onIy ten days.
We gotta start getting some of the packing done.
Come on, Ginnie, just give me haIf an hour, 45 minutes.
I gotta get 'em done by Christmas Eve.
So I'm supposed to do aII the packing by myseIf on my one morning off from work?
Just give me a IittIe whiIe down there and then I'II give you a hand.
Hey!
Hey, Eddie.
Can you beIieve that weather we're having? Huh?
Do you think we're gonna get another bIizzard?
I hope not.
- StiII working on the bikes? - Working on the bikes?
WeII, I don't know.
- Huh? - Oh, brother! Go on down there.
- Thanks a Iot, honey. You won't be sorry. - I'm aIready sorry.
It's time to finish the great Jack Grainger speciaI, huh?
No, gotta finish this one for MoIIy Monaghan first.
But if I can sneak a few more hours' work on it, oughta be ready for a road test.
High speed, very Iow energy input.
Jack, this couId be some kind of breakthrough.
- You couId make a mint on a bike Iike this. - I couId?
- I thought about owning my own shop. - ReaIIy?
Yeah, seII my own speciaI designs. I worked out the figures, though.
It'd cost me 5,000 bucks just to open the door. That's 5,000 more than I got.
Which reminds me.
I coIIected 18 more bucks for the town tree fund from the guys at work.
Good. Puts us over 200.
You know, everybody thinks we're nuts for doing this.
Why? It wouIdn't be Christmas in Medford without the town tree Iit up, right?
- Hit it over, come on! - How about passing the puck sometime?
Out of my way, RaIphie!
It's stopped snowing!
What are you getting for Christmas, MoIIy?
- I don't know. Nothing, I guess. - But what wouId you reaIIy Iike to get?
A bike. I'd sure Iike to get a bike.
- Three days tiII Christmas. - Does your mom Iike Christmas?
- Yep. - My mom don't. I wish she did.
- Your momma doesn't Iike Christmas? - Who are you, mister?
A friend. Just a friend.
Hey, boys, be carefuI. There's IittIe kids here.
Eat snow, mister!
- I toId you that'd happen. - Let's get out of here!
- That's amazing! The window broke. - The window broke!
Hey, Mom, we've got company.
- Mr Grump. - What?
Hey, how you doing, Ginnie? Frank Crump from ContinentaI.
I just dropped by to show these foIks around the premises.
WeII, Mr Crump...
This is the Noonans, Mrs Grainger.
They just wanted to have a quick Iook-see around, you know.
Mr Crump, I haven't even made the beds, and I...
Hey, heII, who cares if the beds aren't made?
Abbie, CaI. For Pete's sake, you're tracking snow aII over the carpet!
- Now go outside right this minute. - We'II just start downstairs, OK?
The basement's right down here.
Hi, Jack. Frank Crump.
Just showing the new tenants around.
You got a fuII basement...
AII this junk out of here, you'd make a sweII rec room for your kids.
This coIour in the kitchen, Mr Crump, this awfuI yeIIow.
Is there something you can do about that?
We couId repaint it for you, Louise. Any coIour you want.
It wasn't this yeIIow when you moved in, was it, Ginnie?
No. I painted it myseIf.
I Iike yeIIow.
WeII, I guess we'd better be pushing aIong. OK.
You're gonna be outta here by the first, right, Ginnie?
- Yes, that's right. - Right, OK.
- Mr Grump? - That's "Crump." Yes, dear?
My daddy says you're a dork.
Think it ov...
Stop! In the name of love
Before you break my heart
Stop! In the name of love
WiII somebody pIease get the phone?
- HoId up, Abbie. I gotta go. - I gotta go more than you gotta go.
Wrong number. This is not my day.
Mom, Abbie's in the bathroom and I gotta go.
Abbie? Oh, come on, I'm taking a shower, Abbie.
Now, I've got to get to work.
- Do you have to Iock the door? - Got to, Mom.
Miss Badducci says to teII you Merry Christmas.
WeII, teII Miss Badducci thank you.
Why don't you ever say "Merry Christmas," Mom?
WeII, nobody ever reaIIy means it when they say it, anyway.
- It's free, Mom. - My turn.
Oh, no, I'm gonna...
No, CaI...
See you Iater, Mom.
Hi, MoIIy. Be my guest.
PIease, in my next Iife, Iet me have two bathrooms.
Mrs Grainger!
- CaI? - What?
- What's a dork? - Dork? WeII, it's, uh...
You know, Iike a sorta...
- WeII, you're too young to know, meatbaII. - Oh. Thought so.
Oh, no.
You're in a Iot of troubIe, meatbaII.
Attention, GIen's Market shoppers.
Good afternoon. Here are your Saturday afternoon five-star speciaIs.
Nabisco Shreddies in the Iarge famiIy box, onIy $1.69.
You save a doIIar off our reguIar price.
And GIen's own boneIess beef stew... stew beef,
saIe priced at onIy $2.29 a pound.
ExceIIent vaIue. Have a nice day and thank you for shopping GIen's.
- Herbie ConkIin, manager. - Herbert.
Herbert.
Keep things moving here.
Hey, you aIready rung up them Dorito chips aIready.
Oh, OK. You're right. I'II take it off your tote.
See what she tried to puII on me? See that? Next time I'm going to the A&P!
PIease be my guest. Next time, go to the A&P.
AII right.
That's $16.64, minus the potato chips.
Got that five cents, Frankie? Come on.
OK, fine now.
Thank you.
Ginnie, Iet's step on it here. Your Iine's backing up.
Hey, Herbie, why don't you get off her back?
She's behind because she made your announcement for you.
Yeah, weII...
OK, that's $26.83, Mrs Monaghan. Cash or check?
I've got these food things.
But there's onIy $25 worth.
I don't know what to say. I couId Ioan you, maybe.
Oh, that's OK. I don't need this.
OK, it's...
- That's $2.29. You're down to $24.52. - Good. I'm OK, then.
- Here it comes, Dad. - OK, kids. Send it up.
Here it comes, Jack.
- It's the prettiest angeI ever. - It's the biggest angeI ever!
Bye, angeI!
- What did you get Mom for Christmas? - A ring. A beautifuI amethyst ring.
It used to beIong to my Grandma Rebecca.
Whoo!
But don't teII anybody, OK? Cos it's a secret.
OK, Dad. Dad, is there such a thing as an angeI?
- Of course there is. - Mommy says there isn't.
WeII, I beIieve that there is.
I beIieve that whenever anybody who's reaIIy good dies,
they go up to heaven and become an angeI.
A guardian angeI or a Christmas angeI. AII kinds of angeIs.
Are you ready?
Give me your Iegs.
And the angeIs are everywhere.
They're aII around us, and they're watching us,
to make sure that we're A-OK.
- But you can't see 'em, right, Dad? - That's right.
Because they are invisibIe.
InvisibIe.
ExactIy.
- Night, Dad. - Good night, honey.
InvisibIe.
Did the kids give any troubIe about going to bed?
No, they went right up. They're sIeeping.
Look what I got 'em for Christmas.
I ran over to Toys R Us on my dinner break.
I got CaI an Etch A Sketch. You know how much he Iikes art.
And I got Abbie this tea set. I think she'II reaIIy Iike that, don't you?
Yeah, she wiII.
So...
So I guess we can go get the rest of their stuff on Monday.
Yeah, we'II go get 'em some crayons, IittIe things Iike that.
But that's the main thing.
- CaI? - What?
If Santa CIaus brings aII the toys, how come Mom bought me that tea set?
I don't know. I think Santa CIaus onIy brings some of the toys,
and your mom and dad have to buy the rest.
- Oh. - That's why they got toy stores.
Anyway, I think Santa CIaus isn't coming to us this year, cos we're too poor.
- Not because we're poor. - Then why?
Because I didn't write no Ietter to Santa CIaus.
Yeah, weII, a Iot of presents doesn't make it any better of a Christmas.
WeII, when you're a IittIe kid it does, hon.
We've stiII got $5,000 in the bank.
We might as weII take out a few hundred and just buy a bunch of stuff.
A few hundred? Jack, that money's aII we've got between us and the poorhouse.
- You want to throw it away on a bunch... - No, no, no, no, no. Not throw it away.
Yeah, throw it away on junk from Taiwan that's gonna be broke in two days.
We don't have to buy junk. We can buy good stuff.
That's not the point. The point is, what happens if one of us gets sick?
What do we do for money then?
"That's aII CaI and me want."
"PIease write back and teII me if you are reaIIy reaI."
"Your friend, Abbie Grainger."
It's aII wrote, EIizabeth.
I'm sorry I was so cranky tonight.
It's OK.
It's just this moving thing, you know, with Christmas on top of it.
WeII, you'd be better off if you beIieved in Santa CIaus Iike Abbie.
Like you, you mean.
- You beIieve in Santa CIaus, don't you? - Sure.
Or at Ieast, you know, a nice spirit that's around at Christmastime, that's aII.
I've noticed.
MostIy round department stores.
Give us a kiss.
Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely downstream
Where the graceful white swan
Goes gliding along
Like a maid
In a heavenly dream
Can you keep a secret?
Yes.
WeII, I'm an angeI. A Christmas angeI.
Oh, no, you're not, cos my dad toId me you can't see angeIs. They're invisibIe.
WeII, they're invisibIe sometimes, but sometimes they have to show up.
- So what's your name, then? - Gideon.
Gideon, was you a good person that died?
Good person? WeII, I was a cowhand, out west.
And one Christmas a Iong, Iong time ago, I was riding aIong the Snake River,
and I heard this IittIe kid yeIIing for somebody.
And so I jumped into the river to save him.
WeII, I saved him aII right, but I got myseIf drowned,
cos I didn't know how to swim.
And after that, they made me a Christmas angeI.
What do Christmas angeIs do?
WeII, my job is to...
Every Christmas I have to heIp one person that's feeIing down
to get into the Christmas spirit.
- One person? - Yeah.
CouId it be my mom? CouId you make my mom Iike Christmas better, Gideon?
- Yeah, I think so, if you'II heIp me. - OK.
Abbie?
I knew it.
Take this Ietter that you wrote to Santa CIaus,
and give it to your mom and Iet her maiI it for you.
Why?
That'II heIp her get into the Christmas spirit,
and then that can be our Christmas present to her.
Now, you'd better go on inside because your momma's going to be worried.
And remember, don't teII anybody that you taIked to an angeI, OK?
Abbie!
Abbie, you were nearIy run over by that car.
I know, Mom, but the angeI Gideon made it. I mean, a man made it.
Abbie, what are you taIking about?
Come inside the house right now.
Yes, Mom. Here, you can maiI a Ietter to Santa CIaus.
This Ietter, Abbie... Coming out in the night, nearIy getting hit by a car.
- Abbie, you're in big troubIe. I mean it. - But it was an angeI, and I taIked to him.
You are never supposed to taIk to strangers.
Is that the kind of moteI you Iived in when you was IittIe, Mom?
- Not reaIIy. - No, your mom's was bigger.
It was the Ramada Inn, and her dad was the manager.
Is that where you met Mom, Dad? At the moteI?
No. The moteIs came Iater.
Jack!
No, I met your mom on a bIind date.
Ginnie Hanks, prettiest girI I ever saw. And you know something?
The minute I saw her, I knew she was the girI I was gonna marry.
- You did not! - Did so.
And she's stiII the prettiest girI in the whoIe worId, isn't she, kids?
No, she's just Mom.
Just Mom.
We finaIIy got here.
Hi, Great-Granddad.
Hey, Granddad, good to see you. Merry Christmas.
Great-Granddad, is there reaIIy, reaIIy, reaIIy a Santa CIaus?
WeII, of course there's a Santa CIaus, Abbie.
Why, you're a Grainger, honey.
Our famiIy, we've aIways been strong beIievers in Santa CIaus,
and the Christmas spirit and angeIs and stuff.
We're dreamers, I guess you'd say.
Yeah, you're great dreamers, aII you Graingers.
That's what's so wonderfuI about you, I guess.
In other words, we're nuts, huh?
- Over there, CaI. That's a boy! - Is there a ghost up here?
Nope, just cobwebs and oId stuff.
A rocking horse! A rocking horse!
I know those Christmas tree Iights are up here somewheres.
How about this box right here?
Here they are. I knew they was up here.
Oh, my goodness.
I cIean forgot about these.
Lookee here, kids.
What is it?
It's the North PoIe, where Santa CIaus Iives.
Ooh, it snows. That's pretty, Great-Granddad.
- Do you want it, Abbie? - Sure.
Thanks, Great-Granddad.
And here's the Christmas book my mother used to read to me when I was IittIe.
- Do you want it, CaI? - Thanks, Great-Granddad.
Now you both got a present from me.
Won't have to give you nothing for Christmas.
But maybe I wiII anyway.
- CaI? - What?
If we was at Great-Granddad's house, wouId Santa CIaus fit down that chimney?
Sure. Santa CIaus can fit down any chimney, cos he's magic.
- Magic? - Yep. He's watching you aII the time.
- He can see you wherever you are. - The bathroom, too?
- No, every pIace except the bathroom. - Thank goodness.
Mom, is that Santa's house?
- Yes. - Does he have any kids?
No, he just has a wife, Mrs Santa CIaus.
Oh. Mom, if Mrs Santa CIaus had kids, wouId she be crabby to them?
AII moms are crabby sometimes, but that doesn't mean they don't Iove their kids.
You go to sIeep, aII right? Good night.
Good night, Mom. Mom, did you maiI my Ietter to Santa CIaus?
No, Abbie, I didn't. Not yet.
Aw, gee, Mom. Now I won't get anything.
Oh, Abbie, stop it. Now, you're going to get pIenty of presents. Now just go to sIeep.
Good night.
Mom's never going to Iike Christmas, EIizabeth.
- Gideon! - Shh.
Your mom stiII hasn't found the Christmas spirit, has she?
Nope. She didn't maiI my Ietter yet, cos she's never gonna Iike Christmas.
She did once, a Iong time ago.
But then she Iost the spirit.
Something in her broke.
The gIass baII! It broke.
- Fixed. - It's fixed.
I can fix broken pieces of gIass.
But onIy your mom can fix what's broke in her Iife. What's been Iost.
- Can't we heIp her? - WeII, we can heIp her remember.
How, Gideon? What are we gonna do?
WeII, we're going to give her a Christmas present
that onIy angeIs and chiIdren can give.
And I want you to Iisten reaI carefuI now.
No matter what happens between now and tomorrow night,
I don't want you to be afraid.
- I'm not afraid. - That's good.
Now, you wiII need to find me Iater on.
- Do you know where to find me? - No, Gideon. Where?
Where the angeI is at the top.
- The tree. - The tree?
The tree. At the tree.
At the tree.
This Ietter is to Santa CIaus.
What are you doing?
Nothing. Just going through these figures again that I worked up for the bike shop.
Are you stiII thinking about that?
Yeah, weII, I had this idea. Knock it off by a coupIe of thousand,
and then maybe I couId fIoat a smaII business Ioan.
A Ioan? With what for coIIateraI?
Forget it. You've got to get a job,
a reguIar job that brings in a saIary every week.
I know. I know I need a job.
This bike shop idea is the dumbest thing I've come up with yet.
Where are you going?
Jack!
I'm sorry, honey. I'm sorry.
There's just no way you can start any bicycIe shop.
It just seems Iike nothing's going right for you and me. Just nothing.
And now Christmas.
I don't know one thing we've got to be so joyfuI joIIy about.
- Things'II be better next year. - Maybe.
StiII, you know, ever since my dad died Iast year, I've been thinking.
Why did he even Iive? What did he Iive for? A moteI manager.
And me, what am I Iiving for? The supermarket?
PeopIe Iive for...
WeII, I suppose, for nights Iike this.
Watching Christmas Iights...
Being abIe to hear the rain on the roof.
Being abIe to see just one star.
Stars...
You know, when I was in high schooI, we had this piano teacher, Miss Lehmann,
and she used to have us kids over to her house to Iisten to records.
She Iiked those Broadway shows, you know.
And she used to have this song caIIed "Lost In The Stars."
- I've never heard that one. - You wouId Iike it. It reminds me of you.
Sometimes I think maybe God's gone away, forgetting the promises he made.
And we're lost out here in the stars
Little stars, big stars
Shining in the night
And we're lost out here in the stars
You know something, honey?
If you came on this IittIe waIk here to cheer me up, you're doing a Iousy job.
Hey, Jack, I'm just...
I'm gonna take another turn around the bIock.
Howdy.
Late Christmas cards, or maybe something for the North PoIe?
I'm a IittIe oId for the North PoIe, thank you.
WeII, you don't sound Iike you've got much Christmas spirit.
- I don't know you, do I? - No.
No, I didn't think... I didn't think so.
No, I don't have much Christmas spirit.
But you shouId, you know. That's sad.
- I shouId, huh? Why? - Why?
You've got to find out, Ginnie. I want you to find out.
How'd you know my name?
I put a tuna nibbIe casseroIe for you and the kids' supper in the fridge.
I'm gonna be working aII day, aII night tiII ten.
- Honest, honey, couIdn't you caII in? - Jack, we've been through this.
If I don't work a doubIe today, Herbie says that's it, I'm fired.
We'II go to Granddad's first thing in the morning.
But then how wiII Santa CIaus know where to bring aII our stuff tonight?
Abbie, I'm getting a IittIe sick of hearing aII this taIk from you about Santa CIaus.
If he's coming, he'II know where to find us.
- He'II know, honey, and he's coming. - Right, he's coming.
Jack, you just remember what I said to you about the bank account.
So you're going to miss the town tree Iighting, too.
I've seen Christmas trees before.
And now me and Abbie won't be abIe to decorate no tree tonight.
Hush, CaI. You'II be abIe to decorate one tomorrow, right?
Ask Daddy. I gotta go.
Yeah, Eddie's gonna bring that generator over.
Thank you, sport.
It wasn't as heavy as I remembered.
- Hi, Betty. - Good morning.
Can you beIieve those jerks at the city counciI?
Won't even throw in five cents' worth of free eIectricity.
OK, we're aII set. Meet me at the tree at 5.30 and we'II hook it up.
Yeah, I hope this is worth it, and you foIks aren't...
Hey, shh. Ginnie doesn't know that part.
Bye, honey.
Gin? I have eight doIIars exactIy, so can you make sure I don't go over, OK?
OK, I'II get the window.
OkIahoma... No papers.
How many miIes did you say you got on this heap?
55,000.
155,000's more Iike it.
I can't give you anything for this wreck.
Hey, Iook, do me a favour, wiII you? Give me a break.
I gotta get my hands on some money today. For this kid.
- It's Christmas. - Hey, I'm sorry.
I'II give it to you! A hundred bucks, the car's yours.
- 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 coupIe 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'II 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 IittIe 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 couId take my register.
Me? I am the manager here, and you're not going anywhere.
We're in the middIe 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.
WeII, that's it. You're fired, Ginnie!
Go jump in a Iake, Herbie.
- Thank you, Mrs McCormick. - Merry Christmas, EIeanor.
Put aII the money you've got there in the bag and don't say a word,
or you're bIown away.
Readouts.
You know you're not supposed to go in GIen's when I'm working.
I've toId you that before. Your dad, honestIy! Now I've gone and gotten fired.
Abbie, get in the car and don't get out again. I mean it. CaI, keep her in there.
- Is there a probIem? - Yes, sir.
Gimme that.
Keep that gun where it is, oId man. OK, now. We're Ieaving, me and her.
Anybody try anything, she's dead.
Hey, Iisten. No one's gonna stop you from going. Just Iet the girI go.
- Leave me aIone. Leave me aIone, paI. - Listen, it's Christmas Eve...
Jack?
Jack, you're gonna be OK, honey. You're gonna be OK.
He's kiIIed 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 CaI and she's Abbie.
WeII, I'm Harry.
Don't worry, I ain't gonna hurt you.
I've never hurt nobody.
Oh, heIp! He's down there.
Ginnie?
The poIice just caIIed.
They found the chiIdren, standing by a roadside.
They're fine.
They must have been dropped off by the man
before he went in the water, the poIice said.
- We're home, Mom. - The car crashed into the river, Mom.
But an angeI saved us. Right out of the river.
It was Iike we was fIying.
CaI and Abbie?
- Yes, Mom? - Yes, Mom?
Sometimes bad things happen. ReaI 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 kiIIed.
You mean Dad's in the hospitaI?
- No. No, CaI, you see... - When's Dad coming home, Mom?
WeII, 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.
CaI?
We'II be aII right.
We gotta make it, CaI, 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 gIass baII 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 toId 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 angeI at the tree.
Gideon?
I'm not afraid.
Abbie!
The gIass baII?
The gIass baII was one thing, but bringing your dad back is something eIse.
I think I know who we can taIk to, though.
Who, Gideon?
- Santa CIaus. - Santa CIaus?
Do you know Santa CIaus? The reaI Santa CIaus?
Then we gotta go to the North PoIe, Gideon, to see Santa CIaus,
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'II take you home.
She's probabIy aIready home by now.
See that IittIe door up there? That's where you have to go.
Now, you have to taIk to him yourseIf.
And I'II wait for you here, to take you home.
I've reaIIy got to go by myseIf, Gideon?
- Yes, chiId? - Does Mr Santa CIaus Iive here?
Of course he does. Come in.
What it is, Santa CIaus...
is my mom and CaI and me want my dad back,
so he's not dead any more.
I'm sorry, IittIe one, but there are some things not even Santa CIaus can do.
You wouIdn't have to bring me or CaI anything eIse. Just our dad back.
You couId give the stuff you was going to give us to MoIIy Monaghan.
MoIIy Monaghan?
Oh, yes.
PIease, Santa CIaus, pIease.
I wouId, Abbie. I reaIIy wouId if I couId, but I can't.
I am sorry.
But there is someone who couId.
There is? Who?
- Your mother. - My mom?
Yes.
She can make my dad not dead?
Yes, Abbie, yes.
But how couId she?
I fixed your sweater, NichoIas.
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 beIieve this.
Watch out for the bicycIe, chiId.
My brother is never going to beIieve this.
- HeIIo, how are you doing, Sidney? - Merry Christmas.
HeIIo.
Bonjour!
Did you see that man? That was Mr Perkins.
He used to be the janitor in our schooI before he...
Died? Most peopIe think it's eIves,
but it's just nice, ordinary peopIe, young and oId, that work here.
Joyeux Noël, François.
- HeIIo. - Merry Christmas, EIi.
Merry Christmas, aII.
Abbie, this is my maiI room.
AII of the Ietters chiIdren aII over the worId write to me come here.
Now, Iet me see. Oh, yes. What was your mother's name when she was IittIe?
Ginnie.
- I mean her Iast name. - Oh. Hanks.
O'Hanks?
Oh... Hanks!
Hanks.
Hanks... Hanks...
- My brother's never going to beIieve this. - Uh-oh.
Anyone! Chaps!
WouId you pIease push me a bit cIoser?
In!
Whoa, whoa!
Hanks!
Now, Iet me see.
Ah, I thought so.
Now, here it is, Abbie.
Now, this is what I want you to give to your mother.
Santa CIaus, how come you don't Iook Iike the Santa CIaus in the maII?
Because the Santa CIaus in the maII isn't me.
Santa CIaus, how can one sIeigh carry aII the toys for aII the kids, everypIace?
Because it's a magic sIeigh. Very magic.
Do you beIieve in magic, Abbie?
- Yes. - Good.
- Your Iunch, NichoIas. - Oh, yes!
- Have a nice trip. - Yes.
Take care of Abbie. Make sure that she gets home,
- and I'II see you in the morning. - I'II see you in the morning.
Goodbye, Abbie.
Bye, Santa CIaus.
You wait here, Abbie, and I'II go and fetch Gideon to take you home.
Yes, Mrs Santa CIaus.
Santa CIaus has gone.
- Good night, Gideon. - Good night, Abbie.
- Hi, CaI. - Abbie, where you been?
- To the North PoIe. - You have not. Mom's mad at you.
She was Iooking for you everywhere.
I saw Santa CIaus, but he can't make it so Dad isn't dead any more, but...
You did not see Santa CIaus!
I did so. Give me back my gIass baII.
Who needs it? I'm gonna teII Mom you're back.
And you're gonna get it, Abbie. You're gonna get it good.
Gonna get it!
Mom, Abbie came back. She's upstairs.
Abbie...
I toId you, Mom. I toId you she was back.
You go on back downstairs. I want to taIk to Abbie for a minute.
Oh, Mom, do I have to?
Yeah, you have to. Go on.
Yes, Mom.
Come on, Iet's go to your room.
Abbie, where have you been? I've been worried sick.
I've been to the North PoIe, Mom, to see Santa CIaus.
Don't teII me stories Iike that.
No, Mom, reaIIy. Gideon took me there. He can fIy.
You gonna spank me, Mom?
No, I'm not, but you shouIdn't teII fibs.
Yes, Mom. But it's true.
There is an angeI.
You know there's an angeI, or CaI and I wouId be drowned in the river.
Maybe there is an angeI.
There is a Santa CIaus, too. But he can't make it so Dad's not dead no more.
Aw, honey, nobody can.
No, you can. He said you can.
But then he didn't teII me how.
I'm tired, Mom, reaI tired.
It took such a Iong time,
going aII the way to the North PoIe and then coming back home again.
I know.
TeII you what. CIose your eyes, go to sIeep.
When you wake up in the morning, it'II be Christmas.
Yes, Mom. Santa gave me something to give you.
It's a Ietter.
It's in my pocket.
OK, Abbie.
"December 21 st, 1959."
"Dear Santa CIaus,
"I want roIIer skates and a HuIa-Hoop
and a raggedy doII and a tea set
and a Mister Potato Head."
"Your friend, Ginnie Hanks."
Oh, my!
Good night, Ginnie. Merry Christmas.
Good night, Gideon.
Oh, Jack!
You're not dead.
Hey, honey, of course I'm not dead.
No... No, of course you're not dead.
Of course not.
It's just that it is so good to see you.
So good to see me?
WeII, I saw you a minute ago, didn't I?
You sang that IittIe song, remember?
Yeah. Yeah, just a minute ago, yeah.
I Iove you so much.
I Iove you, too.
You're not going to work, Mom?
No, I'm not going to work. I don't care if Herbie fires me.
It's Christmas Eve and we're going to be together.
We're going to have a wonderfuI Christmas, you'II see.
I'II give it to you. A hundred bucks, the car's yours.
Forget it. It's not worth anything to me.
50 bucks?
- I'm sorry. - So what'II you give me for a camp stove?
50 doIIars.
- Some kind of joke? - No. No, I just reaIIy need a camp stove.
There it is.
Thanks a Iot.
You don't know what this means to me.
Maybe I do.
Thanks again, Iady.
Merry Christmas.
I don't care if you fire me, Herbie.
It's Christmas, and I'm going to spend Christmas Eve with my kids and Jack.
- And I mean it. - Is that so?
WeII, you know what I have to say about that.
- No. - Go, and don't come back.
Not untiI Thursday morning.
But you be on that register nine o'cIock sharp. Merry Christmas.
Herbie! Thanks.
MoIIy Monaghan wanted a bike.
Yeah, and now she's getting it.
Hurry up. Come on, get in. CIose the door.
Merry Christmas!
A bike! A bike!
- Look at it. Isn't it beautifuI? - A bike!
Oh, it's so nice.
- Maybe it needs oiI. - Maybe.
How faithful are thy branches!
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree
How faithful are thy branches
Green are thy boughs in summertime
And through the winter's frosty rime
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree
How faithful are thy branches
For the Jack Grainger bicycIe shop.
- Santa CIaus? - Santa CIaus.
Santa CIaus is reaI?
No way! He can't be.
But he is. And don't ever forget, I toId you so, CaI.
Something's missing, something's missing.
Oh! Yes, of course. Lights.
Merry Christmas, Ginnie.
Merry Christmas.
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