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reason for this, okay?

- Yes, ma'am.

- No slips.

Santa might

get unhappy.

Understood?

Okay.

Bye-bye.

Of course, what I cared about that

Christmas were the little things...

the presents I'd asked for and the way I

thought my older sister owned the world.

Mommy, Mommy!

- They're here! They're here!

- Oh!

- Hi, honey!

- Hi, Mom.

Father says you never

wrote a Christmas list.

- I did mine a month ago.

- Jeepers, Boo-Boo.

- I'm not Boo-Boo.

- Yes, you are, Boo-Boo.

Let me get these bags

to Sara's room,

and then I want to take

you all out for a surprise.

- You mean after dinner.

- No, I mean now.

- Honey!

- It'll be a lot of fun, honey.

I know Sara's hungry, and I just made

her favorite, chicken tetrazzini.

- Ew!

- Mother!

I stopped eating chicken tetrazzini

when I was nine years old.

Besides, I had my heart set

on eating at The Elite.

- She made me promise at the airport.

- Honey, I've been cooking all day long.

I promise, I will eat cold

chicken tetrazzini all week.

This is the...

the new subdivision.

It's... 41 lots.

I wasn't gonna bring you

out here till Christmas, but,

they put up these, uh...

these street markers,

and I was just sure that somehow

you were gonna find out. Look.

- Is that named after me?

- It sure is.

And, honey, look.

Over there, that's Mary Lane.

And it runs into Catherine Court,

so you have two streets named after you.

- Really? Two streets?

- Yes, indeed.

And way back there,

you can't see it, but...

that's Miriam Street.

So now all the women in my life

have somethin' named after 'em.

And years and years

from now,

you can look back and know that

people lived their lives on your street,

and whenever they said

where they lived,

they used your names.

Merry Christmas.

The air force has spotted an

unidentified object on radar

coming south over Alaska.

Fighters were launched from bases

in Alaska to confirm the sighting.

They say it appears to be

a small sleigh flying in the air.

Could it be Saint Nick?

They've run the same Christmas

Eve story for centuries.

You'd think this entire city

would die of boredom.

- What's wrong with it? - I mean,

who do they think they're kidding?

Nobody who really believes

in Santa Claus is listening.

You don't still believe

in Santa Claus, do you?

- No.

- Good.

If there was a Santa Claus,

he would have surely swooped down

and replaced that old thing.

Well, I wouldn't hold my breath

waiting for that to happen.

I know.

I'm back in Montgomery again.

Harness the mule.

It's time to go down to the

well and draw some water.

- Miriam.

- Shh. I'm right here.

Shh.

Honey, you're gonna have to

tell me which pile to put these in.

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