One Magic Christmas

Gideon.

Gideon!

It's Nicholas.

Yes, sir?

Tonight I give the Christmas angels

their assignments.

Well, I thought you forgot about me.

Forgot about you? Oh, no, Gideon.

I have a very difficult case

for you this year.

Her name is Ginnie Grainger.

She never even says "Merry Christmas. "

Yeah, I know. Where will I find her?

In a town to the north, called Medford.

You'll find her there tomorrow morning,

in a shopping mall.

Medford, north, in a shopping mall.

Mommy!

Bye, Santa.

Mom, why can't I go see Santa Claus?

Mom, why?

- Because I say so, that's why.

- Come on, Ginnie, let her. It's only $4.50.

I have to work over an hour

to make four and a half dollars.

You get a job,

you can take her to see Santa Claus.

- Are you gonna start up with that again?

- Please, Mom. Please!

Abbie, you are going to get a smack

in a minute, and I mean it.

We came here to get socks and stuff,

and that's it.

It's OK, honey. You don't want to see

that Santa Claus anyway.

He's not the real Santa Claus, is he, Cal?

No, the real Santa Claus

is up at the North Pole.

This guy's just like,

you know, Santa Claus's helper.

If I don't even see Santa Claus's helper,

how does Santa Claus know

what I want for Christmas?

Santa Claus! Abbie, for Pete's sake,

you're nearly seven years old, so...

- Mom!

- Ginnie.

It's about time you found out

that the only real Santa Claus

is the one at the North Pole.

- I'm six. I already knew that.

- Can we have an ice cream, Daddy?

I want a Cabbage Patch Kid,

and a toy oven that really bakes.

- Just put it all in the letter to Santa.

- OK, Dad.

I want a Swatch watch, too.

Forget it. You're not getting all those

things. We can't afford a big Christmas.

We can't, but Santa Claus can.

He has a zillion million dollars.

Hey, old Santa

had a pretty tough year, too.

He might not even be able

to get to some of the poor kids.

- Like Molly Monaghan?

- Like Molly Monaghan.

- Don't get jelly on your jacket.

- Abbie got jelly on her jacket.

I did not, jelly face.

One of these days, Abbie. To the moon!

- Hey, Dave.

- Hi, Jack.

- Who's that, Dad?

- That's Dave Gilchrist.

He used to work with me

over at Continental. Continental Radio.

That's where your old dad got canned from

by that dork, Frank Crump.

A long, long time ago.

- Hey, not that long ago. July.

- June.

And Continental's making us move out.

Right, Dad?

Yep. Yep, it's a company house.

It's their house.

Oh, look, Cal.

Our snowman fell over again.

We gotta build it again.

Where are you going?

Down the basement. Work on those bikes

for the neighbour kids.

Jack, we're moving in only ten days.

We gotta start

getting some of the packing done.

Come on, Ginnie, just give me

half an hour, 45 minutes.

I gotta get 'em done by Christmas Eve.

So I'm supposed to do all the packing by

myself on my one morning off from work?

Just give me a little while down there

and then I'll give you a hand.

Hey!

Hey, Eddie.

Can you believe

that weather we're having? Huh?

Do you think

we're gonna get another blizzard?

I hope not.

- Still working on the bikes?

- Working on the bikes?

Well, I don't know.

- Huh?

- Oh, brother! Go on down there.

- Thanks a lot, honey. You won't be sorry.

- I'm already sorry.

It's time to finish the great

Jack Grainger special, huh?

No, gotta finish this one

for Molly Monaghan first.

But if I can sneak a few more hours' work

on it, oughta be ready for a road test.

High speed, very low energy input.

Jack, this could be

some kind of breakthrough.

- You could make a mint on a bike like this.

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