Burgermeister Meisterburger:
I hate toys! And toys hate me! Either they are going or I am going and I definitely am not going!
Kris Kringle:
You better watch out. You better not cry, you better not pout.
Children:
Why?
Kris Kringle:
I'm telling you why. Because I came to town.
Jessica:
If the Burgermeister saw you, we would all be in real danger!
Kris Kringle:
In danger from toys?
Narrator:
Behave yourselves, because Santa can still look into his magic snowball and see just what you're up to. And now that you know all about him, you can be darn sure that come snow or high water, Santa Claus is comin' to town!
[when Santa's reindeer are first introduced]
Narrator:
I'll bet you know their names.
Children:
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen!
Child #2:
Don't forget Rudolph!
Narrator:
No, that's another story.
Burgermeister Meisterburger:
Toys are hereby declared illegal, immoral, unlawful AND anyone found with a toy in his possession will be placed under arrest and thrown in the dungeon. No kidding!
Winter:
You mustn't mind the tree monsters. Their bark is worse than their bite. Ha ha ha ha!
Grimsby:
Look, sir, look what was discovered on your front stoop.
Burgermeister Meisterburger:
What, Grimsby? The milk? The daily paper?
Grimsby:
No, sir, a baby.
Burgermeister Meisterburger:
Oh, is that all?
[gasps and chokes]
Burgermeister Meisterburger:
A *baby*?
Burgermeister Meisterburger:
I, Burgermeister Meisterburger, take care of a baby? Outrageous! What's it's name?
Grimsby:
This is the only clue, sir.
[an name tag]
Grimsby:
It says, "Claus".
Burgermeister Meisterburger:
Ah, take the little, er, baggage to the orphan asylum. That's the proper place for foundlings anyway.
[the baby starts to cry]
Burgermeister Meisterburger:
[shouts] Get that brat out of here!
Grimsby:
Excuse me, sir, but you're breaking your own law.
Narrator:
And that is the story of Santa Claus.
Little Girl:
He's so wonderful. Everybody must love him.
Narrator:
Well, most everybody. Oh, he's not considered an outlaw any more. But there still are some...
Ebenezer Scrooge:
Eh, bah, humbug.
Disgruntled Retailer:
Christmas is a bother. The noise, the crowd. I really wish it were outlawed.
<复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
f20复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
b>Businessman:
How can they talk about Santa Claus when there is so much unhappiness in the world?
Narrator:
Poor, misguided folks. They missed the whole point. Lot's of unhappiness? Maybe so. But doesn't Santa take a little bit of that unhappiness away? Doesn't a smile on Christmas morning scratch out a tear cried on a sadder day? Not much maybe. But what would happen if we all tried to be like Santa and learned to give as only he can give: of ourselves, our talents, our love and our hearts? Maybe we could all learn Santa's beautiful lesson and maybe there would finally be peace on Earth and good will toward men.
News Reporter:
Today, children everywhere are making preparations for an event of world shaking significance: the annual visit of Santa Claus. Informed sources report that legions of junior citizens are making monumental efforts not to cry and not to pout. Meanwhile, letters by the thousands have been flooding postal facilities at the North Pole.
Narrator:
Everybody has to be a baby at least once in their lives.
Burgermeister Meisterburger:
You brats are under arrest.
Kris Kringle:
Wait don't arrest those kids. It was my fault I gave them the toys.
Burgermeister Meisterburger:
YOU are under arrest.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
