Mickey's Once Upon a Christmas Page #2

- Let us help you.

Why, isn't that sweet?

Thank you, boys.

Ham!

Uncle Donald,

would you like to carve?

Something's up for sure.

Nothing better than gathering...

...for a wonderful meal.

It's our most favourite part.

My feelings exactly.

Carols, Uncle Scrooge?

Why, boys,

it's like you could read my mind.

What's the big idea?

What are you boys up to?

Donald Duck, you're spoiling

a perfect Christmas.

No, Uncle Donald is right.

We are up to something.

Merry Christmas.

See, it's your dream boat!

Thank you, boys.

How beautiful.

Some Christmas this has turned out

to be. I'm just so happy.

Boys?

Come gimme a push.

It's over!

Christmas is really over.

The day after Christmas.

I understand, boys.

You must want Christmas every day.

No!

Anchor's aweigh!

Full steam ahead.

Man overboard.

So Christmas was meant

to last just one day,

And maybe it's better that way.

/t's a time to be treasured,

it can't always be here,

But the feeling it gives us

can last the whole year.

Now this gift holds a story

both wondrous and rare,

About a father and a son

and the love that they share.

This Christmas they'll learn

before the night's through,

/f we care for each other,

our dreams can come true.

...Oh, hear the angels sing...

Come on, Maxie,

at least hum a few bars.

Dad, hurry up.

Deck the walls

with cows and caulis...

The mailman comes at noon, Dad!

Let's see, now.

- How about an electrical recliner?

- Yeah, Dad, whatever.

Don't want to turn

into a fancy pants.

Yeah, Dad, but Santa won't get

our letter if we don't leave...

...now!

Hold on, Dad.

We're taking a short cut.

We ought to slow down

before we break the sound barrier.

- What?!

- We're headed straight for the mall.

Great idea.

- Low bridge.

- Really? Where?

Go ahead and stop the mailman, son.

I'll be right behind ya.

Don't worry, I won't let you down.

Excuse me.

Pardon me, ma'am.

Didn't mean to get fresh.

Wait!

There's a madman

on the ornament.

Sorry.

Wait! Stop!

You have to mail our letter

to Santa.

Get out of the road, kid.

Do you have anything bigger?

I have an empty space right here.

I'll take it.

My dad'll be here

any minute, honest.

Sorry, kid, gotta go!

Special delivery

for the North Pole.

You really think Santa

will get the letter?

Sure as I stand here.

Slippery.

I gotta get it, I just gotta.

My own one-of-a-kind, carbon fibre,

torque rod, snappy flex,

tip-to-tail, rail-to-rail, wood core,

twin-directional snowboard!

That's a mouthful.

With adjustable

forward and high back

skid plate step-in bindings.

Look at this. All nice and neat

and ready for ol' Santy.

Merry Christmas Eve, Pete.

Why, if it ain't

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