Holiday Affair

You didn't bring me my little baby brother

you promised me last year.

I'll see what I can do this year.

- All right, what'll we do now?

Make it snow again.

- Blow the whistle.

- All right.

How's that?

- Could you wait on me?

- In a moment, madam.

I'm sorry, but I'm in a hurry.

This gentleman was here before you.

I know, but I wanna buy one.

I have no reason to believe

this gentleman's not a potential customer.

- Blow the whistle.

- Sorry, senator.

The lady seems to have friends

in high places.

Let me tell you about the train.

There's really never been one like it.

This one's been around the world.

Fast, economical, easy to operate

and very...

I'll take one, complete with

all attachments and accessories.

You're not letting me earn my salary,

skimpy as it is.

- That'll be 79.50 plus tax.

- I have it right here.

- Twenty, 40...

- It's all there.

Sixty...

- Where would you like us to send it?

- Oh, I'll take it with me.

We'll be glad to send it. It's heavy.

- It'll get there tomorrow.

- No, thank you.

Just put it in a box.

It doesn't even have to be fancy.

Oh, I'm going to rewrap it anyway.

If you give me the claim,

I'll pick it up at the call desk.

- And thank you very much.

- It's a pleasure.

You come back again.

Thank you.

Fisher and Lewis? Miss Neely, please.

Comparison Shopping.

Connie Ennis. I'm in the department.

Hello, Miss Neely? I have a report

on those 54-gauge nylons for you.

Gimbel's, Wanamaker's and Bloomingdale's

have the same price...

...as our sun bronze.

Mm-hm. Exactly the same.

Yes, I'm at Crowley's now

and I just bought the train.

I was wondering if I could wait till morning

to bring it to you for comparison.

I thought while I was on this floor,

I could buy my boy a suit for Christmas.

It's getting awfully late and I'm tired.

I'd like to go straight home.

Oh, thanks a lot, Miss Neely. Goodbye.

Good evening, Mrs. Ennis.

Good evening, Mr. Ennis.

Oh, you tried to surprise me, huh?

- I was watching out the window.

- Oh, you were?

Oh, is it good to see you.

Look, I lost another tooth.

Did you put it under the pillow?

- Yup.

- Attaboy.

- Can I help, Mom?

- Thank you, darling...

...but they're pretty heavy.

They for me?

Mm, one of them might be.

- The big one?

- It's for the store. Business.

Then why is it tied up in red ribbons?

If you buy a garbage can Christmas week,

they tie it up in red ribbons.

Joey. You and Timmy

have a good afternoon?

Dinner's all ready.

All you do is heat it up.

- Oh, thanks so much, Mary.

- See you tomorrow.

Good night. Good night, Tim.

Good night, Mary.

Sorry I stepped on your toe.

It was only an accident.

Well, what did you do all day,

Mr. Ennis?

Oh, I played and played

with Joey in the park.

Oh, that's good, darling.

What'd you play?

- Oh, we threw rocks at girls.

- Timmy.

It was all right. We missed them.

What'd you do all day, Mrs. Ennis?

Oh, I worked and worked

and now my feet hurt. Oh...

You're tired, huh, Mom?

I was, but I'm not now.

Not once I'm home with my fella.

I'm gonna get you.

Let me see where you lost your tooth.

Here, come on.

Oh, you're gonna be all right.

I don't have to worry about you.

Mm. There.

You know, you're getting to look

more like your daddy every day.

Mom, does it hurt much to die?

No, I don't think so, darling.

- Bye, Joey.

- So long, Joey.

- Ha-ha. Doesn't he ever say goodbye?

- No. He doesn't like to.

- Maybe because he lives upstairs.

- Oh.

- Did Carl call?

- Yeah, he called.

He said he'd be over later.

While I add a few elegant touches

to our dinner...

...how would you like to go wash up?

- Mm.

No arguments, now.

Why don't you get out of that hot sweater?

Put on a clean shirt for dinner.

- And don't forget anything.

- All right.

A train!

Boy, this is what I've been wanting

for months.

Oh...

Timmy?

Timmy.

Timmy.

Timmy, what in the world

are you doing in?...

Just washing my face, Mom.

What's going on around here?

Nothing.

After dinner, you better pick up your toys.

I almost broke my neck.

And, honey, you haven't got a shirt on.

You might catch cold.

Timmy.

I'm coming, Mom.

Well, I can't seem to find anything

to accuse you of...

...but, nevertheless, raise your right hand

and repeat after me:

I will do no peeking at the presents

in this closet until Christmas morning.

I will do no peeking into this closet

until Christmas morning.

Here. Let me get your shirt.

What are you laughing about?

I just feel good.

- What do you feel so good about?

- Oh, I don't know, Christmas, surprises.

I just feel good, that's all.

Christmas is wonderful, honey,

but you can't expect miracles.

Or even hope for them.

My teacher says we shouldn't

be afraid to wish for things.

Even things we don't think

we could get in a million years.

I don't agree with her.

You wish for things you can get,

you'll be happy.

But if you wish for big things, all you're

gonna get are big disappointments.

- Oh, Mom.

- Come on, now. Out of the danger zone.

What are you leaving that one out for?

I'm gonna put it here

so I won't forget it in the morning.

I know what you're gonna do.

You're gonna take it down the hall

to Mrs. Martin so I won't peek at it.

No, honey, I told you. That's not for you.

- Well.

- Dishes done?

Of course not. No, you don't.

Come back in here.

Oh, for me?

For the store. It has to go back.

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