Miracle On 34th Street Page #3

Gee, that sure is

an elegant costume.

Yes. I've had it

for years and years.

Sure makes a bum

out of the one they gave you.

Even that one's better

than the one I wear.

You, Alfred?

I play Santa Claus

over at the "Y" near our block.

No kidding!

Started about three years ago.

They had a costume,

but it didn't have no padding...

and since I carry my own

padding around with me...

I got the job, see?

You enjoy impersonating me?

- Oh, yeah.

- Why?

I don't know. It's...

When I give packages

to little kids...

I like to watch

their faces get that...

that Christmas look

all of a sudden.

It makes me feel

kind of good and important.

Pardon me!

I bought

a 23-pound turkey.

I had my daughter and her kids

over for dinner yesterday.

There you are.

Good morning.

Oh, my,

what a striking costume!

Before you go up on the floor,

I want to give you...

a few tips on how to be

a good Santa Claus.

Go right ahead.

Here's a list

of toys that we have to push.

You know, things

that we're overstocked on.

Now, you'll find

that a great many children...

will be undecided as to what

they want for Christmas.

When that happens,

you suggest one of these items.

You understand?

I certainly do.

Good.

You memorize that list...

Oh, no. 9:
50.

When you've finished,

come up to the seventh floor.

I'll be waiting for you.

Imagine...

making a child take something

it doesn't want...

just because he bought

too many of the wrong toys.

That's what I've been

fighting against for years...

the way they

commercialize Christmas.

A lot of bad "isms"

floating around this world...

but one of the worst

is commercialism.

Make a buck. Make a buck.

Even in Brooklyn,

it's the same.

Don't care what Christmas

stands for.

Just make a buck.

Oh, don't bother.

I'll put it away for you.

Eh?

Oh, thank you, Alfred.

And what should I do

with these?

Throw them on the floor.

I get kind of tired

just sweeping up dust.

Mm-hmm.

- Thanks.

- Well, thank you, Alfred.

Yes, yes, yes.

Peter's a fine name.

What do you want

for Christmas, Peter?

A fire engine, just like

the big ones only smaller...

that has a real hose

that squirts real water.

I won't do it in the house,

only in the backyard.

I promise.

Psst! Psst!

Macy's ain't got any.

Nobody's got any.

Well, Peter,

I can tell you're a good boy.

You'll get your fire engine.

Oh, thank you very much!

You see?

I told you he'd get me one.

That's fine.

That's just dandy.

Listen, you wait over there.

Mama wants to thank

Santa Claus, too.

Say, listen,

what's the matter with you?

Don't you understand English?

I tell you nobody's got any.

I've been all over.

My feet are killing me.

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