Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer

Its the Christmas season,

a time for telling colourful

holiday stories.

My favourite story of all time

is about my grandma.

She had this encounter with a reindeer.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer

walking home from our house Christmas Eve.

You can say theres no such thing

as Santa,

but as for me and grandpa, we believe.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,

all right?

And as incredible as it was,

it almost put an end to Christmas.

But Im getting ahead of myself.

So lets go back to the beginning.

It was December and everyone in Cityville

was caught up in the chaos of the holidays.

And no place was busier

than my grandmas store.

My grandmas store!

There it is.

Check it out.

It was a one-of-a-kind place.

She carried all kinds of stuff

year around.

She sold decorations, handmade toys

at least one of anything you could

imagine for the holidays.

Theres grandma.

Did I mention she likes to dress up

to read Christmas stories to kids

while their parents shop?

And the little baby Christmas tree

looked up at papa tree Grandma!

And thats me, Jake Spankenheimer.

Cousin Mel is scaring away

another customer!

You can stop right there.

Thats shoplifting, missy.

Now, what seems to be the problem?

Problem? No problem.

No money, no merchandise.

No way!

Your credit is always good here, Martha.

Why, you just stop by

when you get your next paycheck.

Thanks, grandma.

Everyone have a merry Christmas!

You, too.

Things have to change.

This store cant get rich selling

holiday pastries on credit.

Youre not a businesswoman.

Youre an old fruitcake.

Everyone else is happy the way things are.

Right, Frank?

Beats punching a time clock

for someone else.

I like spending time with the family at work.

You see, look around you.

We are rich.

Lifes about being nice to people.

Money ah!

Id say we make enough.

Enough?

Enough is never enough!

A set of replacement wheels

for my rollerblades

Adding to your Christmas wish list?

Sisters!

Ah, yeah, I thought so.

A computer nerd who still

believes in Santa Claus.

Youre so reality challenged.

Daphne, stop teasing your brother!

He started it!

Come on downstairs.

Your dad has a surprise.

Tell her, mom.

Santa Claus is real.

Well,

theres no easy answer.

Historically, there was a saint Nick who

with a loving heart filled childrens

shoes with gifts of all sorts.

So, Santa today represents

the true meaning of Christmas

giving to others.

Dad, is Santa Claus real?

What your mother said.

Hey, who wants to put up a tree?

Oh, right, Christmas tree!

Thats not a Christmas tree.

Youre looking at the new inflatable

Christmas tree manufactured

by the Cityville Own-all Corporation.

But our family always goes out

and gets a real tree.

Dont you want to save the forest?

Nobody gets a tree anymore.

Its not cool.

Wish they had Christmas trees

like that when I was a boy.

Here we go again.

We had to chop our trees down by hand.

Never forget the time I had to use

a beaver for a chain saw.

Last time you told it,

it was a woodpecker.

Okay, everyone, gather round your dad.

I want a video of our first

inflatable tree.

This tree is going to save lots of time.

Whats the fun in that?

Wheres the jabbing yourself

with pine needles,

hanging ornaments, the old-fashioned

smell of a genuine douglas fir?

If you like old-fashioned smells

Ill get my fishing boots.

Oops

Sorry.

As crazy as things were at home,

they got crazier the day I met

the most powerful man in Cityville.

Excuse me. Im

Austin Bucks!

CEO of the Cityville Own-all Corporation.

Grandma says you own everything.

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