17x15 - P.S. Murry Christmas

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Announcer: Gunsmoke, starring
James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Children: ♪ We three
kings of Orient are ♪

♪ Bearing gifts,
we traverse afar ♪

♪ Field and fountain,
moor and mountain ♪

♪ Following yonder star ♪

♪ Oh, star of
wonder, star of night ♪

♪ Star of royal beauty bright ♪

♪ Westward leading,
still proceeding ♪

♪ Guide us to
the perfect light ♪

♪ Born a king on
Bethlehem's plain ♪

♪ Gold I bring to
crown him again ♪

♪ King forever, ceasing never ♪

♪ Over us all to reign ♪

♪ Oh, star of
wonder, star of night ♪

♪ Star with royal
beauty bright ♪

♪ Westward leading,
still proceeding ♪

♪ Guide us to
the perfect light ♪

♪ Glorious now
behold Him arise... ♪

Mr. Spangler, faster.
I'm losing pressure.

Try shutting your mouth.

Take your bow, children.

And now take your places.

I'm sure that, uh,

we all on the
Governor's committee

are highly edified by the
program of Christmas carols.

Yes, yes.

Very nice indeed.

Mr. Spangler, you will
leave the room please.

Now, each year
at this same time,

us members of the
Governor's committee

reach down deep
into our own pockets

to make an unsolicited donation.

Now, uh, this money...

this money is hard come-by.

And there ain't nobody
that makes us give it.

This year, the envelope contains
two dollars more than it did last year.

Thank you, sir.

$17. Mm-hmm.

Yes, ma'am.

17 hard come-by dollars.

Which we are given
in the Christian spirit

of love and charity.

I give five, the other gentlemen
give four, and the ladies give two each.

Emma: Children,
thank the Governors.

All: Thank you.

And now the children will
sing "Away In the Manger."

Take your places please.

Eyes.

♪ Mmm ♪

♪ Away in a manger ♪

♪ No crib for a bed ♪

♪ The little Lord Jesus ♪

♪ Lays down His sweet head ♪

♪ The stars in the sky... ♪

Mr. Spangler, you have
mortified me for the last time.

I want you to pack
your bags and get out.

You are fired.

Oh, Miss Grundy,
I... Not another word.

Please leave.

You have exactly
one hour to get out.

♪ The little Lord Jesus,
no crying He makes ♪

♪ I love Thee, Lord Jesus ♪

♪ Look down from the sky ♪

♪ And stay by my cradle
till morning is nigh ♪

Little darlin'. Little darlin'.

I wished I could put you all in
my bag and take you with me,

but I can't.

I won't stay if you don't.

I want to go where
there's a Christmas.

Children: Yeah.

Miss Grundy didn't right out and say
we couldn't have a proper Christmas.

Well, that's true, honey.

She didn't say it
right out last time,

or the year before.

Just never happened.

And won't never.

Yeah, because if we go
with you, we'll all be together.

Santa Claus
doesn't stop anyplace

he doesn't see no
kind of Christmas.

Can't we just put a
big sign on the roof

that says, "Dear Santa Claus,

ain't that we don't want no Christmas,
it's just that we ain't got none"?

There ain't no
Santa Claus no-how.

'Course there is, Mike.

Children: Yeah.

There ain't either,
'cause we never seen him.

Children, there is still time to get
some work done before supper.

Get busy.

Time is fleeting, Mr. Spangler.

Madam, you are an
abominable wretch.

Mr. Spangler,

you are an insensitive
ne'er-do-well.

I couldn't abide another
one of your Christmases,

watching them kids
aching their hearts out.

When the money's been given.

Not another word
about Christmas.

You have 27 minutes.

If you're not gone by
the end of that time,

I shall send for the sheriff.

We took a vote.

We're going to
run away with you.

We want to go, too.

- We can work and make a lot of money.
- Maybe we can go to California.

You kids want Christmas that
bad, huh, you'd run away to find it?

You bet we would.

Wouldn't be no kind of
Christmas without you, noways, sir.

Please, Mr. Spangler.

By the heavenly
ornament, we'll do it.

Now you get your
possibles together,

and we'll be hip-deep in
Christmas before you know it.

"Dear Miss Emma Grundy.

I.O.U. seven orphans,

signed Titus Spangler."

- Come on.
- Come on, put your jacket on.

Titus: This here decree

come out from under
ol' Caesar Grumpus,

saying that Joseph the carpenter

had best pay up his taxes.

Now, where he had to pay
'em was in his birthin' place,

which was a no-account
watering hole name of Bethlehem.

Now, this Bethlehem was
situationed way south of everywhere,

so there was nothing
for Joseph to do

but to put his Mary
up on his donkey

and light out for Bethlehem.

Ho! Hold on there!

I wonder who
they think they are,

jangling my tooth
fillings down to the roots.

Get back here, you
sneaky shikepoke!

You can't leave us here!
We're going to Californy!

That's the last time you'll
get any of my business!

Well, lookie there.

Dodge City all lit up
like a Christmas tree.

You think maybe your friend
Marshal Dillon will put us up?

Yeah, I'll bet he's got a place.

Well, Michael, I was
only funnin' about that.

You know, like kind of
a make-believe story.

I really don't have no
friends in Dodge City at all.

Dagnabit.

What's wrong?

Dodge City.

We got derailed
in the only place

I ever told old funnel-face
I had any friends.

Sure as fire and tarnation,

Emma Grundy will be coming
to snatch me barefaced.

- I'm hungry, Mr. Spangler.
- So am I.

I'm really cold, too.

I know, honey.

I know.

And I'm going to do
something about that right now.

Just don't you
make 'ery a wobble.

Now, you picky-dillied that...

That door lock of Mr. Lathrop's.

Are you the night watchman?

I ain't just a night watchman.

I'm a U.S. Deputy Marshal.

I sure am glad to see
you, Deputy Marshal.

For a minute there, I thought you
were a friend of that there other outlaw.

What outlaw?

Why, that big back-door, lock
picky-diddling bad-belly, that's who.

He was in here a helping
himself to various sundries,

and I caught him red-handed
and sticky-fingered.

Where'd he get off to?

As soon as he seen me, he
just hightailed it out of here

quicker'n a greased pigeon.

The onliest set of tracks out
yonder is a heading in here.

That's 'cause he made his
getaway running backwards.

Uh-huh.

You're goin' to make yours
goin' frontwards to the jailhouse.

Oh, you can't arrest me.

My name's Marple...
Reverend Waldo P. Marple,

Marplehead, Massachoo.

Glad to meet you, Deputy.

Well, you ain't goin' to be
for long. Now get off to jail.

Go on.

Right in there.

What's that?

Why, it's a telegraph.

It's a telegraph.

It's from busthead Grundy.

Busthead Grundy, who's he?

Go on, get in there.

It ain't a he,
Deputy. It's a she.

Emma Grundy's a dry-preaching,

full abstainin',
bottle-smashin' outlady

who goes temperancin'
around Kansas

rearranging saloons with a
two-handled, ten-pound prybar.

I suppose it don't worry you
none she's a coming to Dodge?

One woman? That
don't worry me. sh**t, no.

Yeah, well, this one
woman ought to worry you.

I swear I seen her once in All Sage
City fetch a poor, inoffensive drummer

up aside his derby
with her prybar,

and clove him sweatband to grommets,
out so much as a by your leave.

- My foot. Go on, get in there.
- I seen it.

- Get in there.
- Tell you, I seen it.

Another thing about
this outlady Grundy.

She's got a face on her like a
buck maggot at... at a taffy pull.

If I was you, I'd
keep that telegram

to myself, Deputy.

This here's from the most
fearsome outlady they is.

Outlady?

- Well, that's the shemale word for outlaw.
- Oh.

The Reverend Marple
told me that his own self.

- He's a man of the gospel.
- Let me have that thing, Festus.

What's it say?

"U.S. Marshal,
Dodge," and so on.

"Former handyman
named Titus Spangler

stole seven orphans from
Pawnee County Orphanage

December 21st, instance.

Stop.

Believed on way to
Dodge City with orphans.

Stop.

Please arrest Spangler,

hold orphans under
strictest discipline if found.

Stop.

Miss Emma Grundy, headmistress,
Pawnee County Orphanage,

Wyatt, Kansas.

Mm-hmm. Outlady.

There you are, little darlings.

Just help yourselves.

Golly, it looks like a
whole store full of...

Beef jerky and licorice sticks.

- Golly.
- There's plenty in there for everybody.

- Whole store full.
- You don't have to grab.

What's the matter with Patricia?

She's been coughing
like that since you left.

You ain't got a fever.

We best not take any chances.

She's got to see a doctor.

Mary, you bring me
that blanket over there.

It's cold enough outside to freeze
the clappers off the Liberty Bell.

Come on, darling.

Now you all listen to me.

The Deputy in town
here, he got a wire...

One of them telegraphy wires...

From Miss Grundy.

Now, I didn't get a
chance to read it all,

but my guess is that she's
on her way here right now.

- Children: Oh, no.
- She sees us,

she'll have us by the scruff.

Them's the facts.

Now, where do you
think you're going, honey?

Got to thinking, sir.

Better if I take Patricia to the
doctor's whilest you stay outside.

Less people see you the better.

All right, sweetheart.

But you stay close
behind my footsteps

so you don't get the
full brunt of the wind.

Well, that looks
just fine. Just fine.

How far did you
have to bring her?

Oh, maybe two, three miles.

Two or three miles?

But I like walking.

Walking?

You walked two or three
miles in this weather?

Where's your mother and father?

Oh, they're staying
with some other folks,

outside town, sir.

What other folks?
What's their names?

It's... uh... well, it's...

- It's Brady, sir.
- Brady?

Huh. Never heard...
Must be new folks in town.

Yes, sir.

We're all of us just
sort of passing through.

Well, I'm going to take
you over to Ma Smalley's,

and I'm going to get you a
nice warm bowl of oatmeal

and I'm going to
tuck you both into bed.

We do got to be
getting back, sir.

You stay right where
you are until I get back.

I'll change my clothes
and be back in a minute.

Well, if it ain't the Reverend.

I'll pay for what
I took, Deputy.

Even if it takes a year.

Just about what I figure
you'll get. Come on.

Look, you ain't gonna
lock me up again, are you?

Tighter than the bark on a tree.

But I'm a preaching man.

My foot. You ain't no reverend.

You're that Titus Spang-dangle
or some such thing.

You're the one who stole them seven
orphan young'uns from that Emmy Gunny.

That's who you are.
You're going to jail.

Come on.

Doctor: All right now.

Here we go.

We're going right over to Ma
Smalley's and get some food.

Oh, we can't, sir.

Our folks will just
worry themselves sick.

Well, now, Mary,

we're not going to worry about your
folks worrying about you, because...

well, there just ain't
any folks, are there?

Here!

Wait a minute. Here.

Come back here.

Mary.

Mary, come back. I'll help you.

Honest, I will.

So, first thing is,

we got to get
Mr. Spangler out of jail.

Before Miss Grundy gets here.

- Yeah.
- And we got to hurry.

Yeah, but how we
going to do that?

Somebody think of something.

I got an idea how.

What?

Uh-oh. I betcha I know.

It worked pretty
good on Halloween.

'Course, everybody was
sick for three days after.

Well, we ought to question him and
find out where those kids are hiding out.

I've done asked him
till I'm blue in the face.

The onliest thing he'll say
is he don't know nobody

- named Spangle-Dangle, or such a thing.
- Well, we'll see about...

Well, come in.

I want to talk to the marshal
about a bunch of kids that run away.

Doc: Well, there's the marshal
right there. You can talk to him.

- Boy: Can I warm my hands, sir?
- Festus: You betcha.

Help yourself.

Not the stink b*mb again.

Festus: Say, talking
about runaway young'uns,

I don't believe I
saw you before.

You got a name?

My name's Tom. Visiting
my grandfather for Christmas.

- Oh?
- What's your grandpa's name?

Ow! Ow! My hand!

Run for the railroad
station, Mr. Spangler.

- We're making a getaway.
- Yeah.

For heaven's sake...

It's Miss Grundy.

Duck.

Titus Spangler, I've found you!

- Where are my children?
- You're going with me.

This man has to be
arrested. Let him alone.

- He is being arrested, ma'am.
- This man is a child stealer.

- And I want him arrested...
- Gently. Gently.

Gently. Gently! Gently!

Gently, good people.

It's the vigil of Christmas.

There you are, Titus. Let me
see you tinker you way out of that.

No possibility.

Besides that, there
ain't no chance for you

to picky-diddle your way out of

a Haggen double choke
sapper's knot, I'll tell you that.

If I may say so,
stink b*mb or not,

this felon should
be locked up in jail.

Well, ma'am, the
onliest thing that he's did

was to take some vittles
for them hungry young'uns.

I only intend to see
that justice is served.

It isn't justice to punish a man

whose only crime has been to see

that some children
get a Christmas.

Crime cannot be excused
in the name of Christmas.

But we've even got
our own tree, ma'am.

All for the children.

A Christmas party in a saloon?

That is out of the question.

Suppose we gave
the party in the church?

The matter is
irretrievably closed.

I wish we could say
the same for your mouth.

I'm sure you'll find the
papers are all in order.

Well, like I said, Miss Grundy,

I'm going to have Judge
Brooker take a look at them.

I don't have much time, Marshal.

I heard your eastbound's
running snowdrifts,

three hours late.

- All: Yay!
- Children.

Your faces are disgusting.

You are excused to
go and wash them.

Take your plates
with you to the kitchen.

And say grace
while you're walking.

Nice bunch of kids.

Their manners have
deteriorated incredibly in five days.

Miss Grundy, I see
that you have here

a complaint and charges of seven counts
of child-stealing against Titus Spangler.

Do you mean to use this?

Well, I consider that to be
entirely justifiable in a court of law,

wouldn't you?

Well, I've talked to
Titus, Miss Grundy,

and I think there's
serious doubt

as to whether he had to force or fool
those kids to go anywhere with him.

Do you mean that you don't
intend to honor my complaint?

Well, if you can get a judge to
sign a bench warrant for his arrest,

I'll see that it's ex*cuted.

In the meantime, you
don't have to worry,

because Titus isn't
going anywhere anyway.

Well, what about the children?

Well, that'll be up
to Judge Brooker.

You're siding with
that despicable man

just because of that
barroom Christmas party.

Sir, I am responsible
for those children,

and I feel that it would
be harmful for them.

Miss Grundy, it's hard for me to
see how it would do them any harm.

By raising their expectations.

What about next year,
when there is nothing?

How cruel to give them
a glimpse of Christmas,

and then take it away from them.

They will learn to
hate the orphanage,

even hate Christmas.

Oh, don't you see
what a risk it would be?

Well, that may be,

but it's a risk I'd take.

Oh, Marshal, sir,

I speak from
personal experience.

I was brought up in a very
strict religious community,

where Christmas was
only a holy day with songs,

no Christmas trees, no
presents, no decorations,

no turkey.

And I was happy, because
I didn't know any better.

And then we had a death in our
family, and we had to visit relatives,

and it was while we were
there at my Aunt Mary's house

that I saw it for
the first time.

The tree, and the sugarplums,

and the gifts.

And I had my first gift.

She gave me a music box.

But when we got back home,

my father, who was
first deacon of the church,

a very pious man,

gave the music box to the
church for the foreign missions.

It was years before I
stopped hating my father

for giving my present away.

Oh, but the point is

that I have never had a
happy Christmas since.

Perhaps now you can understand

why I am so certain
that my children

should not be exposed
to your Christmas party.

Well, a Christmas for the
children is hardly the same

as prosecuting Titus for
trying to give them one.

Nevertheless,

you will do your duty, I'm sure.

I'm sure.

Well?

Well, Matt, if there ever was any
serious questions as to her right

to take them kids when and how
she pleases, you can quash it now.

She owns them, body,
boots, and short britches.

What about Titus?

Well, he was legally
dismissed for...

flagrant immorality.

Right here in the
orphanage bylaws.

I thought he was
fired for being drunk.

Being drunk is flagrant
immorality in Kansas.

Well, she ought to be arrested for
just downright hard-heartedness.

Now, Kitty, look I agree with you,
but there's nothing that legally says

she has to give those
kids a Christmas.

Well, there ought to be.

Failure to have one ought
to be flagrant immorality.

Kitty, now look, you're
getting all worked up.

And there's one thing I want
you to promise me right now.

And that is, I don't want any groups
of women's vigilante committees

getting together, trying to
take those kids away from her.

Agreed?

The thought never
crossed my mind.

- Titus?
- Yes'm.

I'm just helping out a bit.

Oh.

Uh...

Titus, what do you know
about Emma Grundy?

Well, about a
dozen things, all told.

One, she don't like me.

Two, she ain't dead yet.

The other ten?

Commandments.

Once you've got them, you've
pretty well got Emma Grundy.

What do you want to know?

Well, isn't there any flaw
in her character, none at all?

She's just as pure as the driven
snow and no sign of drifting.

Titus, I've been running a
saloon for a good many years,

and everybody has
got some weakness.

I mean, well,
doesn't she ever...

No, never. Never. No.

Now, Titus, I want you to
think. It's very important.

Some little, tiny,
small imperfection.

No.

No. Nothing.

Unlessin', of course, you're the
kind of a hackle-shell tin-Judas

that thinks it's evil for a
lady to take a little spoonful

of medicinal brandy
now and then.

Miss Grundy? Takes a snort?

Well, now, bracing yourself against
the chilblains ain't taking a snort.

Thank you, Titus.

And, uh, Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Come in.

Oh, Miss Grundy, I'm
so happy you're here.

I was just about to come look for
you to... to give you your legal papers.

Thank you, Miss Russell.

And to apologize
on behalf of all of us.

You have every legal right to
handle this very unhappy situation

any way that you see fit,

and none of us had
any right to interfere.

None of us.

Well, that's very gracious...
very gracious indeed.

No, not at all.

And since I'm so very
sorry that I was rude,

and since it is the
Christmas season,

I'd be very pleased if you'd
join me in a little sip of brandy.

Oh, no. I... Miss
Russell, I couldn't... I...

I-I don't want to
seem impolite, but...

Of course you don't.

- And I appreciate that.
- Really, I...

There.

Miss Grundy...

to your very good health

and our better understanding.

My gracious, that's Napoleon.

Why, Miss Grundy,
how very astute of you.

Do you know that there is
only about one person in 1,000

that can tell the
difference in brandies?

I thought I was the
only one in Dodge.

It's at least 20 years since
I've tasted a good Napoleon.

Merry Christmas, Miss Grundy.

Miss Russell...

Did you say it's been 20 years?

At least, since I
gave up my music.

Well, I just never
heard of such a thing.

This really is cause
for celebration.

Miss Russell.

I'm afraid that my ideas
about Christmas in general

are very complex.

First, I must say
that I do feel that,

just as a matter
of public service,

giving those children a
glimpse of Christmas this year

would be very, very disruptive.

Because inevitably
there is next year.

Oh, yes, of course.

But I-I don't understand why
something can't be done every year.

Something is done.

That is the reason for
this runaway calamity.

Every Christmas, the
governors make a small donation.

This year it was
$17, for Christmas.

But I can't use
it for Christmas.

Don't you see?

Why can't you, Miss Grundy?

Will you let me show you?

Please?

Oh, well, yes, of course.

But I wonder, would you mind waiting
a minute while I check on a few things?

Oh, of course.

Yes, you have your
business to attend to.

Thank you. Thank you.

Titus, where's Sam?

Oh, he had some
Christmas shopping to do.

- Hope you don't mind if I'm...
- Oh, no. I don't mind.

But, look, you've
got to do me a favor.

I want you to go
find Judge Brooker

and tell him to meet me in
my office in exactly 30 minutes.

Tell him it's very important.

I think he's over at Doc's.

Exactly 30 minutes. Not
a second more or less.

He's going to be
judiciously offended

by a flagrant
breach of morality,

and the children are going
to have their Christmas.

- Get going now.
- All right.

Miss Grundy: Is everything
all right, Miss Russell?

Oh, yes. Everything's
just perfect.

Now, if you will look
at this, Miss Russell...

Thank goodness
you're a businesswoman.

And when you look at this,
you will know what's what.

You see, here is 50 cents

a week, per orphan,

from the county,
to feed, clothe,

and house each child.

50 cents a week?

It's preposterous, isn't it?

Why, outrageous is more like it.

Actually, I couldn't
have said that better.

And-and now, though,

we are making more
than 50 cents a week,

but it wasn't an easy battle.

And the children have
so little time to play now.

You see, they didn't
change their allotment...

regardless of that, finally,

the Committee
decided that hence forth,

the county coroner
will get all of his coffins

from the orphans at ten
cents per coffin delivered.

- Coffins?
- Yes.

For the poor farm.

And for the workhouse,
the adult workhouse,

and for the potter's field.

Besides, the extra
wood for the fireplace

if... if the coroner is
in a generous mood.

Oh, that's so sad.

Yes, but even so,

I cannot use the Christmas
money for Christmas.

It must go in the
general provision fund,

so that the children will have
enough to eat all year round.

They get so hungry,
working so hard.

And doesn't Titus know
anything about this?

Titus Spangler... is
a busy nosey body.

I wouldn't confide in
him under any conditions.

You know what we're going to do?

We're going to go
straight to the governor.

Now, if that doesn't
do any good,

we're just going to go right
over his head to the newspapers.

That's just what we're going
to do, and... and I'll tell you,

if... we'll... we'll
just tell that coroner

what he can do with his...

With his raw wood.

Kitty... God bless you.

You're a fine woman.

Emma, I'm not a
patch on your bonnet.

Oh, no.

I've seen how
they all respect you.

And if I'm any judge
of true goodness,

- Emma...
- you are... Excuse me.

- I would like to toast you...
- I forgot something. Just in time.

Excuse me, Emma...

Judge, there's been
a terrible mistake.

There certainly has.

Miss Grundy, have you...

have you anything
to say for yourself?

No.

There will, of
course, be a hearing.

There isn't any need.

You will have my resignation...

in the morning.

It will be accepted.

Emma...

Miss Russell,

despite an obvious entrapment,

I must thank you for the brandy.

It was excellent.

♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy night ♪

♪ All is calm ♪

♪ All is bright ♪

♪ Round yon virgin ♪

♪ Mother and child ♪

♪ Holy infant ♪

♪ So tender and mild ♪

♪ Sleep in heavenly ♪

♪ Peace ♪

♪ Sleep in heavenly peace ♪

Children.

♪ Silent night... ♪

Merry Christmas, Miss Grundy.

From all of us.

Yeah, me, too.

Whatever... for me?

Go ahead and
open it, Miss Grundy.

Yeah, come on, Miss Grundy.

Oh.

Do you like it?

I think it's...

the most beautiful
music box I ever saw.

But how...

I got ten cents from
holding a man's mule.

Me and Jake shoveled some snow.

And I curried two
horses and a jackass.

Mary, Patricia, and me
worked for Ma Smalley.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

Really, you shouldn't.

We took a vote,
and we wanted to.

Yeah.

But why didn't
you go to the party?

You said we couldn't go.

But I no longer have
authority over you.

You can go now.

Not if you don't.

But I couldn't.

Then we don't want to go either.

Oh, but they're... it's for you.

The townspeople went
to so much trouble for you.

Vote.

All right.

All in favor of going to the
Christmas party without Miss Grundy,

raise your hands.

All in favor of staying
here with Miss Grundy.

Oh, children...

I want you to understand

why we never had
a Christmas tree

or Christmas presents.

We know. Miss Russell
and Mr. Spangler told us.

Titus?

Jenny: He said that we
all treated you very badly,

and that we should apologize.

- I want to go to the party.
- Be quiet, Jake.

No, Jenny.

Jake will not be quiet,

because we are all
going to go to the party.

Well, I guess the tree
was for nothing, Kitty.

It isn't much
without the children.

Children, come in!

Is that a Christmas tree?

- Look how beautiful!
- Wow!

I'm so sorry, Emma.
I'm so ashamed.

Oh, Miss Kitty, I have
a throbbing headache.

Would it be possible for me to have
a little more of your medicinal brandy?

Of course.

I don't imagine you'll mind

if it's camouflaged
a little with eggnog.

Look at the
gingerbread man there.

Look at that little bitty
drum hanging over there.

- Ain't that a pretty?
- Do I get a present?

You can just bet you do.

You may get more than one.

What about me?

Darling, you know I
believe the prettiest,

biggest package under
that tree is for you.

Man: Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Is that him?

No. That there ain't
Titus. There's Santa Claus.

Santa Claus has
presents for all of you.

Lots of presents for all of you.

Your little... come
here, little fella.

We got a little present
right here for you.

There's a pretty
for you, sweetheart.

Merry Christmas.

Ah, it's a nice party, Kitty.

It is, Matt.

There you are, darling.

Look at Miss Grundy.

She plays the violin.

Merry Christmas, Emma.

Oh, thank you, Titus.

And Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, cowboy.

Merry Christmas, Kitty.

♪ God rest ye merry gentlemen ♪

♪ Let nothing you dismay ♪

♪ Remember Christ our savior ♪

♪ Was born on Christmas Day ♪

♪ To save us all from Satan's
power when we were gone astray ♪

♪ Oh, tidings of comfort
joy, comfort and joy ♪

♪ Oh, tidings of
comfort and joy ♪

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