Santa Who? (2000)

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"Dear Santa,

you are the greatest.

All I want is a happy Christmas

with a family who loves me.

Love,

Peter Albright.

Peter?

Have you finished your letter?

Yep. Here it is.

Good.

I'll mail it to Santa tonight.

Peter...

I just got off the phone

with your father

and I'm afraid he won't

be coming for you.

Why?

Well, he thinks it would be better

if you stayed here.

For always?

Yes.

Peter...

Peter Albright, "Channel 12 News."

Can I ask you a couple of questions?

Peter Albright.

- Peter Albright, "Channel 12".. Uh, okay.

- Not today.

"Channel 12 News," Peter Albright.

Can I ask you a couple of questions?

- Peter Albright, "Channel 12 News."

- Out of my way.

Can I ask you a couple of questions?

- Peter Al...

- Of Christmas...

- It's mine.

- It's mine!

- No, it's mine!

- Hey! Hey, man!

- ...meeting smile after smile...

- Out of my way!

Hey!

Hey, that's my cab!

Hey, hey!

Merry Christmas to you!

"Channel 12 News."

What's the best thing you got today?

A migraine.

Can I... can I please...

Peter Albright, "Channel 12"...

Peter Albright, "Channel 12 News."

Did you spend much money today?

No, I stole all this.

- Okay.

- Soon it will be

Can't we do a different kind

of Christmas story this year?

Something on the holiday suicide rate.

Christmas depression...

red, green, and blues.

Or find out if any mall Santas

have police records.

Tonight's shocking report...

criminal Kringles.

Peter, this is supposed

to be a happy time

and you're the happy news guy.

Come on, George,

I want some real news,

you know, a nice

career-making tragedy.

Just edit together the shopper piece.

My footage is lousy.

Nobody would talk to me.

Maybe you should wear a Santa suit.

Oh, sure, then I can stick a camera

in my cap and call it a Santa cam.

- I like it.

You're not serious?

It was your idea.

No, it was my idea of a stupid idea.

Christmas through the eyes of Santa.

h*, h*, h*.

Well, doesn't get any more

humiliating than this.

Okay, so I was wrong.

- How's it look?

- Keep your head straight.

Bet you'd like to find her

under your tree Christmas morning.

Excuse me, miss,

but your name has appeared

on many a boys' Christmas list,

so I was wondering if I could

take you home and wrap you up.

Peter, you are good, man.

Oh, and is there

an unwrapping involved?

Oh, h*, h*, h*.

- Possibly.

- Ow.

- What are you doing in that getup?

What? I'm on assignment.

- What do you think,

I pick up any strange Santa

who walks in?

So, are we still on for dinner tonight?

Uh, only if you change clothes.

h*, h*, h*.

- Hi, Santa.

Can I have a dolly

and a house for her to live in?

Why, sure, sweetheart.

I want a Malibu Malloroy beach house,

the deluxe years

with the Jacuzzi

and the two-car garage.

- Hey, Santa!

- Ow!

- Hey, let go.

- Ow!

Let go. Why don't you go talk

to that other Santa over there?

And the cars come separately,

so I want the pink convertible

and the violet Land Rover.

And is your belly real?

Ooh!

And don't forget batteries!

- Yeah.

You know some people

actually live with kids?

In their homes. For years.

Here, let me give you a hand.

Whoa! Ow!

Ugh.

Great.

Where am I gonna find a new Santa?

Well, we could call my agent.

I'm sure he knows some out-of-work actors

who would love this job.

Miss Dreyer, tell me

Santa's not going to sue.

- No, no, I'm sure it'll be fine, Mr. Lusby.

- Uh-huh.

Well, I see you found

a replacement and so quickly.

- Very good.

- Oh, no, no, no. I'm not his re...

- Absolutely not.

- Just a few hours till I can find a new one.

- It'll be fun.

- Forget it.

- You know how I am with kids.

- Mama, pee-pee.

- h*, h*...

- Oh, come on!

Oh.

Oh, that's just great.

I'm out of here.

Sorry.

- h*, h*, h*, h*,

h*, h*, h*-kay, that's enough.

Please tell me you found a replacement.

Your agent says three days

before Christmas,

all the good Santas are booked.

But he's sending some guys

over tomorrow to audition.

Maybe you should try the North Pole.

All right, fellas, listen up!

We're working overtime. Fun's over.

- Let's go!

- Six million five, nice.

- Time to get cracking!

- Six million and six, nice.

- Six million seven, nice.

- Check with Rupert.

- Six million eight, nice.

- Six million and nine, nice.

- Rupert.

You seen the big fella?

Uh, nope.

- You should try the stables, Max.

- Okay.

Get back to work.

I didn't interrupt you, did I?

Uh, n-no.

- All right.

- One, nice.

Two, nice.

- Three, nice.

- One, naughty. Uh-oh.

Please return all defective lions

to section eight.

- Uh. Oh.

Oh, there you are.

I've been looking all over for you.

You okay?

When was the last time

I wore this suit?

I don't know, judging by

the flare of cuffs,

- I guess the early '70s.

- '70s.

I found these letters

in one of the pockets here.

I've overlooked them.

I can't believe it.

But what if there are others?

If there are other pockets

loaded with letters

Can't happen. No, not today.

Not with email and faxes, Internet.

Well, I'll tell you one thing.

Back then, the kids were easier.

They're asking

for bicycles, for sleds...

for the basics...

and saying please and thank you

and asking for something nice,

a gift for a... a brother or a sister.

See... see, things in those days

were more thoughtful.

They were more caring, you know?

You don't see that today.

Everything is give me,

give me, give me.

How many letters

have we received this year?

I don't know, Nick.

Five, six, seven hundred.

Million.

Ah.

And as I recall

out of all of those letters,

not one thank-you letter.

Not one in the bunch.

You, my jolly old friend,

are overworked.

No, I'm not overworked!

Christmas is overworked!

Commercialized, computerized.

There has to be a special order now.

Tickle me this and talk to me that.

The people go through the motions,

but the spirit is not there.

It's... the...

the magic is gone.

I... I think it's time

for me to retire, to hang my bag up.

This is such a pattern

with you, you know that?

I mean, come on,

the first sign of pressure

and it's like you're ready

to sell out

to one of the catalogue companies.

- I do not!

- You do, too!

I do not.

You do, too.

Okay, it's a stressful time of the year.

But you gotta admit, Nick,

it's a good job.

Stop biting your nails.

- I can't.

- Well, then put on your gloves.

Look, Nick, the most important thing

is that you know that you do matter.

You have to remember that.

You think so?

I know so.

You bring happiness and joy to kids

all over the world.

"Look up in the sky."

"Who is it?"

"Santa bringing the gifts."

Let's get back to work. Come on.

No, no. You go on ahead.

I'm... I think I'll take a drive

and, uh... to clear my head.

I'm fine.

Okay.

Nice way to get out of work.

- Well, how does that sound,

my beauties?

Would you like to go and take a nice,

pleasant drive, hmm?

Sorry about dinner, but I just gotta

see my little Zack before he goes...

Before he goes to bed.

Yeah, I know.

George, Peter. How about this?

Santa's sweatshop,

the truth about toy-making.

Call me.

And... and don't say no

before you think about it.

You really hate Christmas, don't you?

No, but spending an entire month

putting all your focus into one day

and putting all your hopes and dreams

and expectations into that day,

it just sets...

you set yourself up for disappointment.

Uh-huh,

you wouldn't wanna expect anything.

No, I just think Christmas is a crock.

Well, see?

You don't hate it.

Yeah.

- You little Grinch.

Hiyah! Toro!

- Mom, you're home!

Oh, hi, sweetie.

- Oh, I missed you!

- Mm.

Don't ask.

Be nice.

Oof.

h*, h*, h*.

So, what do you think?

Don't quit your day job.

- Hey, I remember this show.

- Don't tell me what happens.

No, I used to watch it when I was...

Oh, is this gonna be about you again?

What do you mean?

Another one of your stories where

all you do is talk about yourself.

Okay.

We can talk about you.

- Very funny.

- Saved by the bell.

Albright.

Zack?

Come on, buddy. Time for bed.

Let's go.

Here we go.

- Mm-hmm.

Why, sweetie?

You

I don't know.

He doesn't really listen to anybody

except himself and whoever's on

that stupid phone.

Well, don't you worry

'cause you are my number one guy.

- Mwah!

h*, Donner! h*, Vixen!

h*!

Wow, this looks very...

easy to clean.

I'll take that as a compliment.

- This is nice.

- Mm-hmm.

- So, can I spend the night?

- Mm-mm.

- Because it's just

too confusing for Zack.

Why? He doesn't have

friends sleep over?

No, I just... I don't

know how to explain

our relationship to him, you know?

I mean, we don't know

who you are in our life

- or how long you're gonna stay.

I just... I don't want him

to think you're gonna be permanent

if you're not.

I could leave before morning.

That might work.

What are you still doing here?

You were supposed to leave last night.

I fell asleep.

I'm sorry.

Oh, no.

Here he comes. Get dressed.

- No, hide!

No, dress!

- Hide!

- Get dressed!

- Ugh.

- Just hide!

- Hi, Mom!

- Hi, sweetie!

Oh, come here. Give me a kiss.

- Kissy.

Can I go to work with you today?

Huh? Yeah, no, no, not today, honey.

Oh, come on, Mom.

It's Christmas vacation!

How about we do it tomorrow, huh?

I love you.

Best mom in the world!

Come on... oh!

Hey, how come you never say that

when I say no, huh?

Hi, sweetie.

Mom, that's not where I sit.

Yeah, I know. I just thought

it would be nice to, um,

have some variety in your life.

You know, sit somewhere else

for a change, have a different view.

But, um, I like sitting here.

Oh.

Fine. Fine.

I can only expose you to new things.

I can't make you change.

You know,

you don't have to sit with me.

You... you can start getting ready.

Yeah, I know.

I know. It's just that

I like this time we spend

doing things together,

like reading the cereal box.

Huh? Now, when was

the last time we did that?

Wow, would you look

at all those essential vitamins.

Mom?

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, of course, sweetie.

Of course.

Why

So did you, um...

did you make your bed this morning?

No.

Now, that... that would be perfect

if you'd go make your bed.

Now?

Yes. Yes, sweetie. Right now.

Okay.

- Oh...

and tell what's-his-name

not to forget his Santa suit.

Ah, dark clouds.

That means a white Christmas.

Time to head for home, my beauties.

h*, h*, h*, h*, h*.

Okay, that was the worst moment

of my life.

Maybe I could put the suit back on

and tell him Christmas came early.

Look, I think it's time

we explained our relationship to Zack.

No, actually, I think it's time

you explained it to me.

Look, uh, I...

I really can't do this right now.

I... I gotta run.

Peter, it's been a year

and you still haven't made

any connection with him.

What are your thoughts

on boarding school?

It was a joke!

Look, he's my son.

He's...

he's my life.

And if you're gonna be in my life,

you two have to get along.

Uh...

- I really gotta...

- Run.

Yeah, I know.

There, now.

Whoa!

Whoa.

Oh, hey, Prancer, no.

Prancer! Whoa.

Whoa-h*, now.

Whoa! Hey!

Whoa!

- Whoa, Nelly!

Whoa!

Albright. Okay, Lenny.

I'll be there in a minute.

Yeah, I'm leaving right now.

Yeah, it's fine.

What the...?

I'll call you in a minute.

Oh, God.

Sir?

Sir, can you hear me?

I hate Christmas.

I hate Christmas.

Hate it.

You k*lled Santa!

I didn't k*ll Santa.

He's just sleeping.

- Well, he's got

a big bump on his head,

but other than that, he...

I don't know, he seems okay.

- See, I didn't even hurt him.

- You didn't do him any good.

How did you not even see him?

I don't know.

It's like he fell out of nowhere.

His beard is real!

Thank you.

We'll... we'll try and leave it on.

Well, let's, uh, see who he is.

He's gotta have a wallet or something.

Oh, yeah, good idea.

Careful.

- Candy canes.

- Cookies.

He's awake.

You're awake.

- Oh, this is a very good sign.

- Hi.

Hi, how do you feel?

You had a little accident.

Yeah, you fell near my car.

- He ran over you.

- Zack, we can handle this.

Yeah, we were just, um...

just looking for some sort

of identification, you know?

Maybe we could call

a family member, friend?

Uh, what's your name?

Uh...

Where do you live?

Can you talk?

Yes.

Yes, but, uh...

I...

I just don't have anything

to talk about.

Let me help refresh your memory.

You're in a Santa suit,

which tells me you're interested

in a job at the mall.

- Well, then he should've come

to my office, not here.

Well, he must be the ambitious type,

go that extra mile, you know?

And he rented a terrific suit

and he seems like a very nice man,

- so I say we hire him.

- Peter.

Of course, it isn't entirely up to me.

I'm sorry, would you excuse us

for a minute, please?

What do you think you're doing?

Well, I'm solving your problem and his.

- And yours.

You need a Santa, he needs a job,

- so if you hire him...

- What, maybe he won't press charges?

Come on, what is it

with you and Santas, anyway?

I mean, what are you,

some kind of a Santa basher?

Okay, so I feel a little guilty.

I wanna make it up to him.

Besides, I mean, he's perfect.

Peter, the man has amnesia.

Okay, not completely perfect,

but it's probably just temporary.

Well, what if it's not?

What if he doesn't get his memory back?

- Well, then he'll never

remember what hit him.

Albright.

Yeah.

Yeah, I can be there in 10 minutes.

Okay, great.

- There's a story breaking.

I gotta go.

You're... you're leaving?

Sorry.

So you run over some guy,

leave him in my apartment,

and all you can say is sorry?

He'll be fine.

Look, just take him to work with you.

I'll check on you later.

So as usual, you run off

and expect me to clean up your mess.

I knew you'd understand.

I'll make it up to you.

Nick, don't worry.

You're a shoo-in for this gig.

What's... what's a shoo

- You know, a sure thing.

- Ah.

What's a gig?

I don't know.

But I know who you are.

You're Santa.

Santa.

Santa who?

Strangest thing you ever saw.

- The owner found 'em

just wandering around.

Reindeer?

Do they answer to any names?

Come here, Vixen, Blixen, Comet.

Now all we need is a sleigh.

Boy, you are good.

- Places.

Here we go. Up.

Okay, uh, let's go through this

one more time.

Okay, you're standing here

in the middle of the square...

And this came from...?

Okay, let's go through this

one more time.

An anonymous Christmas gift to the city

or a huge Christmas hoax?

No one knows who unleashed

this herd of reindeer

- or where this...

Yes.

Isn't that your friend?

This is Peter Albright reporting live.

Now back to Janey

with the latest on our weather.

Thanks, Peter.

Well, it's the strangest thing.

We've got snow clouds,

but there's no snow.

I just love this time of year.

- What's your favorite thing about Christmas?

- Uh...

I don't know.

Oh, yeah, you really shouldn't

bite your nails.

- Oh.

- Yeah.

- I'm sorry, you're right.

- That's okay.

- Hi, Grady.

- Oh, thank you, Claire.

- Whoa, great suit.

- Yeah, same to you.

- Hey, Grady, this is...

- Ah, don't tell me.

- That's your new Santa.

- Oh.

You really look the part.

- Thank you.

- Good luck in there.

- Thanks. Bye, Grady.

- Bye-bye.

Thank you, sir.

God bless.

Merry Christmas.

h*, h*, h*, h*.

Um, I don't know.

Just do what Santa does.

But what does Santa do?

- Well, he says h*, h*, h* a lot.

- "h*, h*, h* a lot".

Well, yeah, you know,

just a hearty laugh.

h*, h*, h*.

- Yeah. Yeah, you'll be fine.

- h*, h*, h*.

- You'll be fine.

- Yeah.

- Good. Let's begin.

- Were we supposed to wear a costume?

I don't know.

h*, h*, h*.

h*, h*, h*, h*...

Hoy, hoy, hoy.

h*, ha, ha.

Wait, wait.

It wasn't motivated.

h*.

h*, h*.

h*, h*, h*, h*.

I lost my focus.

I'm gonna try again, okay?

You've been good.

Got a list.

Checking it twice.

h*, h*, h*, h*, h*.

h*, h*, h*, h*, h*.

I just flew in from the North Pole

and, boy, are my arms tired.

See you in the gym.

Oh, h*, h*, h*, h*.

h*, h*...

I can do accents, too.

h*, h*.

h*.

Well, I thought the last one

seemed pretty good.

No, no, no.

He had no heart in his h*, h*, h*s.

- Now, I think that...

I mean, I just... I just thought

the last guy seemed so authentic.

- You know, the beard, the belly...

- He's not jolly, Miss Dreyer.

Santa Claus has to be jolly.

Congratulations, number two.

You are our new Santa.

Well, I didn't get the job, but...

I'm sorry.

Listen, Peter should be here soon,

then we can figure out

where to go from here.

Meanwhile, Ellen will

give you some money.

Maybe you can

buy yourself some lunch.

- Maybe some new clothes.

- Oh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Thank you.

You're very kind.

Hi. Shouldn't you be working?

I... I didn't get the gig.

- Ah, don't worry. You'll get another job.

- Oh, I guess, I guess.

This must be pretty hard work,

standing out here all day.

- No, I love it.

You know who's got a tough job?

The real Santa.

You think about it.

He's stuck up there in the North Pole.

He never gets to meet the kids.

He... he never gets to see

the happiness he brings.

- Now that's a tough job.

- Must be, must be.

Grady, right?

- Yeah, yeah. And you're, uh...

- I am...

confused.

Very confused.

h*, h*, h*, h*, h*.

- Oh, he didn't get the job.

- You've gotta be kidding.

- Yeah, he wasn't jolly enough.

Oh, h*, h*!

This guy's plenty jolly.

Plenty contagious.

You okay?

- Oh!

- Get some help!

You really gotta get

these railings fixed.

Boy, you are rough on your Santas.

Me? You're the one who smacked him.

It's like you're the anti-Claus.

Well, on the upside,

looks like our guy's got the job.

Where is he, anyway?

- Shopping.

You sent him out on his own?

What were you thinking?

I sent him to buy some clothes.

What's the worst that could happen?

- I had nothing to do with it.

Your... your beard.

They said at the hairdresser

that this makes me look younger.

What do you think, eh?

So just talk to the kids.

You know, smile.

- Oh, and most important, be jolly.

- h*, h*, h*.

Yeah, the whole idea

is to make people feel good.

So they'll spend all their money on

useless Christmas gifts.

Help them feel

the spirit of the season.

So they'll spend more money

on useless Christmas gifts.

Did you ever think about somebody

giving the gifts to the kids for free?

And then the kids

get up in the morning,

go down and find their presents

under the Christmas tree, so...

What, has somebody

already thought of that?

- Yeah.

Here.

Sit down.

- Whoa.

- Okay, this has never happened before.

- Sit.

We got lights and music.

Excuse me, it's okay.

All it was was a breaker.

The railing must've knocked it out.

Everything seems all right.

He's good.

Hope he's got insurance.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

Told you he'd be perfect.

Yeah, but we still

don't know who he is.

Not yet we don't.

Oh, no, I hate it

when you get that look on your face.

I don't know why

I didn't think of this before.

I mean, I've been so busy

doing reindeer reports,

I don't even notice when the perfect

story drops out of the sky.

You know who this Santa is?

I'll broadcast his picture into

every home in the metropolitan area.

Wait, you're gonna

exploit that poor man?

Exploit? No!

No, no, no.

Expose him to millions of people

who may be able to identify him.

I mean, that's what Christmas

is all about...

families coming together,

dreams coming true.

- Ratings going up.

- Way up.

You know, people will tune in, hoping

he'll be reunited with his family.

And when he is,

I'll be there with my camera.

Well, it is a good story.

Good?

No, this is a Christmas story

of a lifetime.

Taylor, right there...

And what do you want for Christmas?

- Well, he's not answering his beeper,

but according to the LoJack,

he's somewhere in this area.

All right, let's gather

our bravest and our best.

It's time to get him back.

- It's not an option.

We'd have to cancel Christmas.

Like I said, it's not an option.

- You have a nice trip, ma'am.

- Thank you.

Home for the holidays, mister...

Max.

- You can call me Max.

- Max.

And the purpose of your trip?

Business.

We're here on business.

I see.

What's in the bags?

Oh, uh...

uh...

- uh...

So, uh, ahem, what are you,

Santa's little helpers?

- Welcome to our country.

- Check their bag, Hatfield.

- You don't wanna know.

Ah, you're not wanting me

to want to look in the bag?

What?

- Open your bag!

- Relax there, Hatfield.

I'll check the bag.

And what is in this bag?

Oh, toiletries.

Toothbrush, toothpaste.

Teeth.

- Your turn again.

- Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't ya?

Look, just take your bags

and go on with your business there.

- Go on!

- Go! Go!

A "Channel 12 News" exclusive.

We go live to Peter Albright.

Santa who?

That's the question everyone is asking.

This may be a man without a name,

without an identity,

but he seems to have touched

the hearts of the people of this city.

This gentle man has put aside his

own fear and confusion to play Santa,

thinking not of his own needs,

but those of others.

As he brings happiness

to holiday shoppers,

he is the epitome

of the spirit of Christmas.

So this year,

let's give Santa the ultimate gift.

Let's reunite him with his family.

If anyone knows this man,

please contact us

- and help us get Santa home

for the holidays.

- Is that Ira?

- No.

- No, it's not.

Ira's dead. That's Santa Claus.

Is he taking Ira's room?

- Oh.

- We're asking for your help.

If anyone knows this man,

please contact us

and help us get Santa home

for the holidays.

"Touched our hearts."

"Christmas spirit."

"Let's give Santa the ultimate gift."

- Won't be a dry eye in the house.

- That's the idea.

Boy, did you luck out.

Oh, can I help it if I ran

into the perfect story, literally?

- Network's picking it up

for "World News Tonight."

So tomorrow I'll be saying

good morning to America?

You... one step at a time.

First, you gotta find out

who he really is.

Well, I got 48 hours

to reunite him with his family

on Christmas Day.

Whoo!

- Everybody look out.

- Merry Christmas.

- All right, everybody step aside.

- h*, h*, h*.

Look out.

Coming through.

- Very good.

- Calm down.

- Calm down.

- Hey, Santa! Santa!

- Santa!

- Okay, have a seat, Santa.

All right, everybody calm down.

I'll talk to all of you

one at a time.

Just 'cause he don't look

exactly like my ex-husband,

you're saying he don't owe me

six years' alimony?

Well, sure, I know Santa.

We're old pals.

And you are?

The Easter Bunny.

Oh, come on.

That's crazy.

Oh, yeah, yeah, he's my brother.

You know, we're twins.

Well, I mean, not identical.

Is there a reward?

Okay, that's all for today, folks.

- Thank you.

- Aw.

- Hey.

- Hey.

What do you say to dinner?

Oh, not... not tonight.

I've just been working such long hours,

- I wanna spend some more time with Zack.

- More time with Zack.

Yeah.

Hey, we're gonna see

"Miracle on 34th Street."

You wanna join us?

Uh, n-no.

That's okay.

I should probably look after, uh, Nick.

Maybe some other time.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Well, I... I better get going.

Yeah.

Hello. How did I do?

- You were great. Just great.

- Thank you.

So, uh, you're coming home with me.

Oh, no, I couldn't impose on you.

No, I insist, I insist.

- Besides, I gotta protect

my news story, right?

I cannot recall ever being paid

for anything that I've ever done.

What, you mean you worked for free?

I don't recall, but this is...

I've been paid this time.

- Don't flash your cash like that.

- Well, because someone might...

people aren't as nice as you are.

- Well, someone might take it.

- Ah, just put it in your pocket.

Oh, all right.

Hey, do you like chestnuts?

Uh, I don't know.

I don't know,

I don't know.

One.

- Never mind.

- Watch where you're going, Santa!

It seems like it's such a fun time.

Well, it can be, I guess.

What is so special about this time?

- Oh, you're asking the wrong guy.

- Merry Christmas, Santa.

Everyone seems so friendly.

- It could be what you're wearing, Nick.

- They're so happy!

- This is your fault!

- Well, not everyone.

- It is not my fault!

- Woman trouble.

You got woman trouble, Nick?

Uh, I don't know. You?

- We all do.

- Oh.

Claire seems like such a nice person.

Oh, she is, but she wants a commitment.

Oh, is that bad?

- Uh, I don't know.

Ha, didn't think so.

No, my point is I'm just not ready

for an instant family.

- Oh, the boy, oh.

You don't like children?

No, I like 'em fine...

at somebody else's house.

Well, they're no different

from you and me.

They're just like us.

It's just that they're smaller.

Yeah, but they're wiser.

- They see things

that we no longer see.

How do you know so much about kids?

I... I don't know.

- But it sounds good, doesn't it?

Yeah, all right, here we are.

Well, this looks like a nice building.

- Thanks.

Okay, now you're scaring me.

Thank you, Peter.

So you... you got any children, Nick?

Uh, no.

Uh, no one child in particular,

but I feel like I have a lot of them.

No tree?

No time.

Don't you give gifts?

Oh, yeah.

Got this for Zack.

Ah. Oh.

"Night Before Christmas."

Ring a bell?

And I got these for everyone else.

Catalogues?

You give catalogues?

No, I...

I order from them.

Got my holiday shopping down

to an hour and a half this year.

- It's a new record.

- Okay, well...

sure a lot it seems

I have to remember about Christmas.

Peter,

would you teach me

one of those Christmas songs?

You don't remember a single carol?

I don't even remember I married one.

That's my first Christmas carol.

- Now teach me another one.

- No, tomorrow.

Right now it's time for bed.

I'll be right back, Nick.

Hey, Nick, I just thought

you might use some...

pajamas.

No, these... these are fine.

All right.

Oh, sleep tight.

- We're getting close now.

Look, Max, his sleigh!

Yeah, but where is he

and where are the reindeer?

Let's go.

I told him once,

I told a hundred times!

Always keep it with him!

Well, at least we know

it's his sleigh, Max!

Let's go.

So what do we do now, Max?

We're gonna have to search the city.

This city, Max?

But it's so tall.

I'm ready to learn another carol.

All right, stop it, stop it, stop it.

Yeah, you know, words without music.

Remember?

Oh, yes, I remember.

Talking, yes.

Oh, well, great.

Great.

Yeah. Well, who knows?

Today could be your big day.

You could be back singing

Christmas songs with your family.

You really think so?

We could only hope.

- The countdown is on.

Only 36 hours left...

- Ray, come watch this story.

- He's about six feet tall,

approximately 200-plus pounds...

Doesn't he look like Grandpa?

- I don't know. He's been gone...

- 10 years.

Yeah, it could be him, all right.

Check out Channel 12

and respond through email

or use our toll-free number...

- There's a merry Christmas just

waiting for a lucky family.

Hello? Yes, I'd like to talk

to someone about Santa Claus.

Yes, I know who he really is.

h*, h*, h*.

- Merry Christmas!

- Wow!

There are Santas everywhere, Max!

Yep, but we're only looking for one.

- h*, h*, h*.

- Merry Christmas!

How about the right one?

Oh, good plan, Max.

Yeah, a virtual stroke of genius.

You are very smart, Max.

Here you go, Detective.

- Thanks.

We must've talked to 200 people,

but we're checking out

a couple possibilities.

Well, the rest of them

were all looky-loos or Looney Tunes.

- Does he have to be here?

- Yes.

Now, Mr. Albright...

Mr. Albright?

What I'd like to do now is...

bring in the police psychiatrist

and put him under hypnosis.

Do you think that stuff really works?

Well, we've had some success

with it, yeah.

Do it! You'll see.

Imagine you're at home,

safe and comfortable,

and a voice is calling you.

It's a woman's voice.

My wife?

Yes, your wife.

What name is she calling?

Nick.

Good.

And what's your wife's name?

- Mrs. Nick.

- Oh, this is working really well.

Okay, and, um,

Nick, tell me what it's like

at your home.

Cold. Dark.

Uh-huh, and what are you doing?

Feeding the animals.

What kind of animals?

Um, not sure.

Horses?

Is there anyone else around?

Any children?

Oh, there are lots of children.

Or...

are they...

little people?

Little people?

Little people?

I'm not sure.

It's okay, Nick.

- Whoa, Nelly!

Where are you now?

I'm standing on a... on a rooftop.

- I'm falling.

No, I... I'm flying!

No, I can't fly.

I wanna get down.

I wanna go home.

Okay, just relax.

You're coming down, landing safely.

At the count of three, you'll wake up.

You won't have any memory of this.

You'll feel alert and refreshed.

One, two, three.

So

- Yes, you're Santa!

- Well, actually, no.

We don't know who you are yet,

but we're getting closer.

Don't you get it?

Animals, little people,

flying, duh!

- Oh, come on.

- This guy is the real Santa Claus.

Claire.

There must be something you remember.

Claire, Lusby wants you

to manage crowd control.

It's a madhouse out here.

I'll be there in a minute.

Thanks.

Listen, I've got a little crisis.

Would you keep an eye on Zack?

- It won't be for long.

Can you just help me out here?

Okay.

If I can have more sessions with him,

more details will slowly

start to come back.

But what would really trigger his

memory is an emotional connection.

A familiar face, a familiar place...

anything that will

remind him of who he is.

Okay, well, then let's

schedule another session.

In the meantime, we'll continue to

check out every legitimate lead.

All right, just let me know when.

Listen, we need to get this guy

identified as soon as possible.

Um...

I kind of promised my viewers

I'd have him home for Christmas.

Well, I think the important thing

is to get him to the right home.

Well, you have your priorities

- and I have mine.

- You can't just send him anywhere.

- He's Santa.

- Zack, stay out of this.

This is adult business.

Just stay with Nick.

Detective, come on.

I think the kid's got the right idea.

- Tomorrow's Christmas Eve

and if you don't remember

who you are by then, then...

What?

What will happen?

Nothing.

That's the problem.

Christmas won't happen.

You gotta remember who you are.

You just gotta.

I heard the doctor say that I needed

something familiar.

Yeah!

Come on!

Hurry!

Wait for me.

All right, Mr. Albright,

we'll keep in touch.

Great.

Thanks, Detective.

They went that-a-way.

Oh, great. The one day she asks me

to watch her son...

You lose him.

It's okay.

He's with an adult.

- Mm-hmm.

An adult who doesn't know who he is,

much less where he is.

You fly on the sleigh...

- Yes.

- ...with your elves...

- Yes.

- ...and your reindeer...

- Yes.

- ...and you land on the roof.

- Yes.

- And go down the chimney.

- Ah, yes.

- No.

I'm sorry.

What's this picture called again?

"It's a Wonderful Life."

Well, then why is he trying

to take his life?

Look, "Miracle on 34th Street."

Look, that's Santa!

- They think he's crazy.

- Ah, aha!

And this Santa,

why's he stealing everything?

That's the Grinch.

Oh, look! Rudolph!

- He's your favorite reindeer!

Don't you remember anything?

No, Zack.

Reindeer.

Yeah, I got it!

Come on!

All right, remember, he can be

anywhere, so keep your eyes open.

Got it, Max.

Let's go over this again.

- Santa flies in his sleigh...

- Yes.

- ...with his elves.

- Yes.

- He lands on the roof.

- Yes.

- He goes down the chimney.

- Yes.

- You know what all this means?

- No.

Me either.

Let's go.

Earth to elves!

What are you guys doing?

We're homesick.

Would you...

Think.

Reindeer.

Uh, Santa.

Sleigh.

No.

I don't recognize them.

- No.

Any, uh... any other ideas?

Only one.

Any of this feel familiar?

No.

Hey, look!

Dear Santa letters!

Anything?

- Jingle bells, jingle bells...

- I know this!

- Jingle all the way...

- There you are!

- I know this song!

- Oh, Peter!

- I'll deal with you in a minute.

What do you think you're doing

running off like that?

You were supposed to stay put!

You told me to stay with Nick!

- Semantics.

- But those were your words, Peter.

Oh, sure.

That you remember.

The point is you weren't

supposed to leave!

- I've been worried!

How my mom's gonna k*ll you?

Oh, so you ran off to spite me?

No! To help Nick!

Jeez, not everything's about you.

Yeah, well, I wanna

help him, too, you know?

- You do not!

- Do, too!

- Do not!

- Do, too!

Do not.

I heard what you said to that cop.

You said you don't care

where Nick goes

or who he goes with,

as long as you get your story.

- Yes.

Can I talk to you?

You certainly may.

Come up and sit in my lap

here for a minute.

So, you're very pretty.

Anybody told you that before?

Well, I do care about him.

I'm... I'm helping him

find a home, aren't I?

He's got a home in the North Pole

and he's gotta get back

before Christmas!

Yeah, well, you've gotta

get home right now.

Don't you realize that

you could single-handedly

ruin Christmas for the whole world?

What, because I want you to come home?

No! Because you don't listen!

You don't listen to me or my mom.

And you wouldn't even

know the real Santa

if you saw him come

right down your chimney.

Oh, for God's sake, Zack.

There isn't any real...

...proof that he's Santa.

Santa, you fixed it!

There, very good.

Now, what you're going to have to learn

is to share your toys, you see?

What more proof do you need?

Albright.

Claire. Uh...

yeah, I... I have Zack.

Uh-huh, I have both of them.

Um, no, everything's under control.

- Yeah, yeah, um...

We're just, uh, Christmas caroling.

Yeah, I... well, um...

yeah, I should go.

The tenors are all lining up now.

Okay, I'll call you soon.

Where are you taking this thing?

Toys Galore.

They're gonna put it on display there.

Nick, Zack, get down from there.

Ah, let 'em have their fun.

It's only a few blocks.

I'll take it slow.

- Bye!

- Bye, Mom! Bye! Bye-bye!

- I'm with the real Santa!

- Comfort and joy

- Excuse me.

Zack!

You about ready to go home now?

No, he's making an emotional connection

to trigger his memory.

Oh, come on.

Don't be silly!

You didn't think it was silly

when that shrink said it.

Look, it's not good for him

to be up there like that.

Are you kidding?

Look at him!

And I want to thank you

- for all the neat stuff

you brought last year.

Ah, well,

my memory hasn't been

too good lately.

That's okay.

I still think you're the greatest.

Come on, admit it!

If he's not Santa, then nobody is.

- Yeah, I see what you mean.

- Albright.

- Yeah, yeah, Mr. Albright,

I thought you'd like to know

we got our first good lead.

Yeah, some folks

who think that, uh, Santa

is their missing grandfather.

They... they brought in an old photo

and our computer guys enhanced it.

They put on a beard

and 10 years' worth of wrinkles

and I gotta tell you

it looks like your guy.

Are you... are you sure?

Well, we're... we're still running

background checks,

but it... it looks legit, yeah.

Well, I just...

I just thought

for a minute that maybe...

Never mind.

I'll be there soon.

Well, looks like you're gonna meet

your deadline, huh?

That should make you happy.

Yeah.

It should.

So, you're telling me your grandfather's

been missing for 10 years?

Yes, 10 years.

He went out to play Santa at the

Knights of Columbus Christmas party

- and...

But he never showed up there

and he never came home.

We never heard from him after that.

How soon can we see him?

Well, if everything checks out,

first thing tomorrow.

Would you excuse us a moment?

So you're telling me

that Nick has been running around

in a Santa suit for 10 years?

Who knows?

Listen to this.

Nicholas Engles,

raised on a farm in Norway.

Youngest of 12 children.

Animals, cold, lots of children.

Hmm.

Moved here in the '40s.

Learned to fly a b*mber

in the Air Force.

- So he did fly.

- Yeah.

Looks like you finally got

your happy ending.

Well?

Wow.

Is there something wrong?

First, you take off

with Zack without telling me,

then you let

the two of them just walk off.

I mean, what could possibly be wrong?

Okay, I'm in no mood to argue.

I'll just get Nick and we'll get out

of your hair.

Nick, I got some good news for ya.

Looks like the police finally

discovered your true identity.

Yep.

Well, who do they say that I am?

You're Nicholas Engles

and you live with your grandchildren

- and you're going home tomorrow.

- That's not true!

He really is Santa!

Zack.

If you take him away,

there will be no more Christmas.

Zack, would you stop this Santa stuff?

- He is not Santa.

- He is, too.

- He is not!

- Is, too!

He is not.

He's just a confused old man.

All right, stop it, both of you.

Peter, outside.

- You're acting like a child.

- No, he's acting like a child.

- He is a child!

What's your excuse?

Everything's okay, Doris.

And it is not your place

to yell at my son.

Well, someone ought

to set him straight.

I mean,

do you really think it's healthy

to let him believe that that amnesia

victim is really Santa Claus?

Oh, and who are you

to tell him what to believe?

You're afraid to believe in anything.

I was just telling him the truth!

Well, you didn't have

to crush him like that.

He'll get over it.

I did.

Oh.

Oh, so that's it.

So you're taking

your lousy childhood out on my child?

- Oh, come on, you didn't

get over it, Peter.

You're so stuck in your past

that you can't get on

with your future.

With... with our future.

Which tells me one thing.

What?

That we don't have a future.

Is that how you feel?

Yes.

Fine.

Fine.

We're fine.

So that's it?

Yes.

If you can't let us in, then...

you have to let us go.

Come on, Nick.

Let's go.

Well, that's it, guys.

We gotta head back.

- But... but...

- We're running out of time.

It's our duty to save Christmas.

You mean without Santa?

Tell me one place we haven't looked.

He looks lost.

You can't drive the sleigh

if you don't know the way.

Your granddaughter Nancy.

Uh, no.

The Knights of Columbus?

Uh, no.

Any of this ring a bell, Nick?

Uh, no.

Maybe when I talk with her.

Yeah.

At least you'll be home for Christmas.

I was gonna spend it with Claire,

but, uh...

now?

I didn't mess that up, did I?

No.

No, it... it was bound to happen.

It was just as well.

I'm no good with kids.

Oh.

Not like you.

Oh, and weren't those kids

wonderful this afternoon?

I had forgotten...

What?

I don't know.

You see, I can't even remember

what I've forgotten.

Well, you...

you sure looked

right at home with them.

Night, Nick.

Peter.

Come on and... and sit down here,

will you, please?

Sit down with me.

Come on.

Sit down.

Sit down.

I want to read to you.

I understand it makes it easier

to fall asleep that way.

Now...

"'Twas the night before Christmas

when all through the house,

not a creature was stirring,

not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung

by the chimney with care

in hopes that Saint Nicholas

soon would be there.

The children were nestled

all snug in their beds,

while visions of sugarplums..."

Sweet dreams, Nick.

I feel sorry for the real Santa.

He never gets to meet the kids.

He never gets to see

the happiness he brings.

Now, that's a tough job.

What you're going to have to do...

- ...all the neat stuff you brought last year.

- Oh.

- You're late!

- You're late.

- You're late!

- You're late.

You're late!

You're late,

you're late,

you're late!

For what?

"Dear Santa,

you are the greatest.

All I want is a happy Christmas

with a family who loves me.

Love, Peter Albright."

Peter, have you finished

writing your letter?

Yep, here it is.

Peter...

I just got off the phone

with your father

and he won't be coming for you.

My dad?

Isn't coming.

Santa Claus?

Isn't coming!

Everything okay?

Yes. Yeah.

I had the strangest dream.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

Boy, I could use a drink.

One drink coming up.

So, what did you dream about?

Oh, yes, it was, uh...

I was late.

I was terribly late for...

for something.

- The deadline dream. I get that a lot.

- Uh-huh.

And... and what did you dream about?

About the orphanage where I grew up.

Orphanage?

Yeah, my mom died when I was seven

and my dad wasn't

much of a family man.

I obviously didn't fit

into his plans.

Anyway, I dreamt about

my first Christmas there.

The one where I stopped

believing in Santa.

And I was writing my letter.

Funny, I can't even

remember what I asked for.

That you would have a happy Christmas

with a family that loved you.

Yeah. How'd you know?

I figured that's what any orphan

would want, right?

I guess.

Well, anyway, I saw Sister Greta

throw my letter into the fire

- and I figured

if she didn't believe...

Would she be Danish or Norwegian?

I don't know.

Why?

Because Scandinavians

have this custom

that when they send letters

to Santa Claus,

they throw them on the fire

and they believe that the smoke

carries the letters

to the North Pole faster that way.

How did you know that?

I don't know.

Well, anyway, it didn't work.

I never got what I asked for.

Well, maybe it's not too late.

I don't see a family in my future, Nick.

Well, I think that you'd make

a very good father, Peter.

Not gonna happen.

Claire's fed up with me

and Zack thinks that I am the grouch

that stole Christmas.

I think that you and Zack

have much more in common

than you both realize.

You know, for a guy who...

who doesn't know much about himself,

you sure know a lot about me.

Well, maybe we both need to remember

who we used to be.

You know, Nick,

if I didn't know any better,

I'd swear you were the real thing.

Nick?

We should be going.

It's hard to believe that

it was only three days ago

when we first met jolly old Saint Nick.

But I'm happy to report,

like all good fairy tales,

this story has a happy ending.

Late last night,

the police department confirmed

Santa's identity as Nicholas Engles.

His granddaughter and her husband said

they never lost hope

that one day they would be reunited

with their grandfather.

- And today is that day.

His grandchildren came for him.

Oh, sure.

His grandchildren come for him.

And there you have it.

A family together again.

This is Peter Albright reporting live.

- Yeah, Nick.

Congratulations.

I don't think I'll be

needing these anymore,

so I want you to have them.

Are you sure?

You'll do them proud.

Well, jeez, thanks, Nick.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

- Peter.

- Nick.

Peter, thank you for everything.

Oh, no problem.

I just wish I had a Christmas gift

for you.

Oh, well, you've done plenty already.

But, here, uh, take this.

Your phone?

Well, that way we can always

keep in touch.

Good job.

Claire!

- Oh.

- Claire.

- You have a fine

young boy here, Claire.

Come up here, Zack.

I wanna talk with you.

Here, now...

This is a very good thing, you know?

I'm back with my family.

I'm back where I belong, huh?

And to think that you had me

believing at one time

that I was the real Santa.

- But you are.

- Oh, come on.

I'll miss you.

Bye.

Oh, boy, I'll be glad

when the holidays are over.

They already are.

Oh.

You miss him?

Me, too.

He's better off with his family,

you know?

Yeah, but don't blame me

when the whole world wakes up

to empty stockings.

Hey...

how about we spend the day together,

just you and me?

Huh?

- Okay.

Come on.

- I'm leaving.

- But it's Christmas Eve.

- I know.

- It's our busiest night of the year!

I know.

- Oh, merry Christmas, Grady.

- Oh, thanks, Claire.

Same to you.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, that suit looks great on you.

It's a perfect fit.

Ooh, and I found something.

This suit's got more hidden pockets,

I tell ya.

I found these letters.

- We gotta get 'em back to Nick.

- Oh.

Mom, look!

Dear Santa!

Hey, look!

These were in his pockets.

Why would anybody carry around

Dear Santa letters unless he was Santa?

And there's more in the sleigh.

Zack, honey, stop bothering Peter.

He's made it clear

that he doesn't want to be bothered.

So, where do you wanna go?

Toys Galore.

"Dear Santa,

you are the greatest.

All I want is a happy Christmas

with a family who loves me.

Love,

- Peter Albright."

How can...

how can this be?

How...

how could he...?

I bet you're ready

for some home cooking.

On Sundays I make a pork roast.

Monday's tuna casserole,

Tuesday, meat loaf.

Wednesday's Ray's favorite...

piggies in a blanket.

- Thursday's scalloped

potatoes, Italian style...

Is that you, Grandpa?

Oh, uh, excuse me, uh...

Just press the green button, Grandpa.

- Nick.

- Peter!

Um, where did you get these letters?

What letters?

The letters to Santa.

They found them in your pocket.

Uh, well, I believe, yes,

I was reading some letters

before the, uh...

They're from the kids

at the orphanage years ago.

There's Bobby and Chad and...

and me.

But didn't you say that you saw

one of the sisters burn those letters?

Yeah.

Well, then...

nobody could have those letters, right?

Right.

Nobody but...

Santa.

Santa?

Santa?

It can't be.

It has to be.

You have to be.

Listen, can you meet me

at Toys Galore in 15 minutes?

All right, yes, yes.

Would you stop at the Toys Galore store?

Is everything all right?

I have some last-minute shopping to do.

- You looking for

anything special, honey?

His sleigh.

- Claire, it's Peter.

Oh, what?

Uh, let me talk to Zack.

Ugh, Peter wants to talk to you.

- Forget it.

- He doesn't wanna talk to you.

Just tell him...

tell him that, uh...

tell him that I believe him.

Peter, this is a great story.

It's not over yet.

Grab your gear.

Ooh!

Oof!

Whoa!

- Shh.

All right, news boy.

- What did you do with Santa?

Who are you?

Ow, ow, ow, ow...

Zack?

Zack!

- Zack!

- Up here, Mom!

Look, I knew they were here!

Zack, get down here right now.

- Look, the letters!

- Listen to your mother.

And there's more letters

and the sleigh, the reindeer...

- it's all proof that Nick really...

- Sit still!

Santa!

He's here!

Hey, Nick!

You really are Santa!

That's what Peter thinks, too.

- Yeah.

- Yes!

Oh, Zack, no!

Mom!

Zack, now don't move.

- Mom!

- Don't move!

Get out of the sleigh!

Stay there.

Don't move.

Are you okay, Peter?

Oh, sure.

I just love being held hostage

by a bunch of color-blind, overdressed,

slightly belated trick-or-treaters.

Who are you guys, anyway?

Elves.

- Elves, right.

- Look at the ears.

They're real!

- Jackpot, news boy.

No, don't go up there.

It's not safe!

Oh!

Mom!

Sweetie, don't move.

Come over here slowly.

Come on.

Come on.

Move over slowly now.

Come on.

Do what he says!

Oh, sweetie!

That's all right.

It's all right.

Don't move.

Here, I'll... I'll just get in.

Just hold on!

- Oh! Hold on, now.

Everything is fine, okay?

Everything will be all right.

- Yes,

or my name isn't Santa.

- Whoa!

h*, h*, h*!

h*, h*, h*...

Maybe that's not Grandpa.

You really are Santa!

I knew it!

Yes! I am!

I really am!

- Mom!

- Oh, Zack, oh!

- I am so glad you're safe.

I was so worried about you.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Santa!

Whoa, whoa...

- There's something different about you.

- Max, I feel like a new man.

Yeah, well, you look like one, too.

Max, these kids today,

they really do appreciate me.

I'm gonna pick up the bag again.

Yeah, well, you better make it quick

- 'cause Christmas Eve is almost here.

Christmas Eve?

But it's running very late.

We'll never make

all these deliveries in time.

- Come on, let's go! We're late!

- Hurry! Hey, look.

Hey, the Christmas tree lot's

the other way.

- What do you think you're doing?

- He looks lost.

- It's a shortcut.

- Right. What do we look like, tourists?

Okay, yeah,

let's make sure I got this right.

You're Santa and you need your reindeer.

- Yes, yes.

So where are your elves?

Uh, oh, they were right behi...

Well, we can do this two ways...

- naughty...

Just say the word, Max.

...or nice.

Hand over the keys.

Let's ride, Santa.

There's been a break-in

at the Christmas tree lot.

Santa and his elves

are stealing the reindeer!

We're gonna go on a...

on a little trip tonight.

Turn around slowly.

Don't be a hero, lawman.

Well, come on, guys.

Let's go!

But there's too much weight.

We'll have to meet you there.

Well, how are you gonna get home?

Upgrades.

In-flight movies, free food, peanuts.

Oh, boy.

Hey, come, Dancer, come, Prancer.

Up and away!

- Whoo!

- Oh!

- Up and away.

Hold on.

h*, h*, h*, h*!

- You call it in.

Oh!

Wow!

Zack, you remember that letter I wrote?

I wrote it when I was about your age

and it made me realize

- that you and I have a lot in common.

Like what?

Well, like we both miss having a dad

and we both love your mom very much.

And we both believe in Santa.

You were right all along.

So you'll listen to me from now on?

I'll definitely work on it.

And you'll never doubt me again?

Okay, now you're pushing it.

What was that for?

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

Hey, hey, watch it.

That thing's loaded.

You were right.

I was acting like a child.

I wanna get married.

To me?

Yeah.

Even with... even with a ready

Especially with a ready-made family.

Looks like I finally got

my Christmas wish.

Oh, my.

- Whoa!

- That was so fun!

- Grady, Grady.

- That was so cool, Mom!

It's Christmas Eve. Do you still

have that suit that I gave to you?

Yeah, yeah, it's in the car.

- Hang on. One second.

A white Christmas.

- Yeah.

- Yes.

- It's turning out just perfect, isn't it?

- Come on, Grady.

- We're running late here.

- There you go.

- Thanks.

- So, you're the real deal.

Yeah, how about that?

That means I wore Santa's suit.

I wore Sa...

I gotta go tell my wife.

- I gotta tell my wife.

- Thank you, Grady.

Santa, it's getting late.

I mean, we're really

gonna need a miracle.

Yes, it is time

for a little Christmas magic.

Wow.

- h*, h*, h*.

Wouldn't you like to know?

Peter, we're off

to a late start this year.

Uh, do you think you might

lend a helping hand this evening?

Well, that's the nicest thing

anyone's ever offered,

but for the first time in my life

I have a family to spend

Christmas Eve with.

I was hoping you would say that.

And I was hoping you'd say that.

According to five time zones,

we're late, Nick.

- We gotta go, Nick. Come on!

- Okay!

- Oh, bye.

- Here we go. Bye-bye, bye-bye.

- Bye-bye.

- Oh, we'll miss you!

We'll miss you.

- Wow!

The name is Claus.

Unbelievable?

We thought so at first.

But as they say, you've gotta see it

to believe it.

So, as we close tonight's show,

we'd like to leave you

with these images.

This is Peter Albright saying...

have yourself a very merry Christmas.

I know I will.

Grandpa?

I'm running a little late.

You bet we're late.

Now come on!

Merry Christmas.

"Dear Santa,

thank you for making

my Christmas wish come true.

Love, Peter Albright."

Ah, ah, ah.

I'll take care of that.

Santa, I got two words for you...

- Merry Christmas?

- No. Seat belts.

h*, h*, h*, h*.

That's a gimme?