One Magic Christmas Page #4

It's OK.

It's just this moving thing, you know,

with Christmas on top of it.

Well, you'd be better off

if you believed in Santa Claus like Abbie.

Like you, you mean.

- You believe in Santa Claus, don't you?

- Sure.

Or at least, you know, a nice spirit

that's around at Christmastime, that's all.

I've noticed.

Mostly round department stores.

Give us a kiss.

Oh, give me a land

where the bright diamond sand

Flows leisurely downstream

Where the graceful white swan

Goes gliding along

Like a maid

In a heavenly dream

Can you keep a secret?

Yes.

Well, I'm an angel.

A Christmas angel.

Oh, no, you're not, cos my dad told me

you can't see angels. They're invisible.

Well, they're invisible sometimes,

but sometimes they have to show up.

- So what's your name, then?

- Gideon.

Gideon, was you a good person that died?

Good person?

Well, I was a cowhand, out west.

And one Christmas a long, long time ago,

I was riding along the Snake River,

and I heard this little kid

yelling for somebody.

And so I jumped into the river

to save him.

Well, I saved him all right,

but I got myself drowned,

cos I didn't know how to swim.

And after that,

they made me a Christmas angel.

What do Christmas angels do?

Well, my job is to...

Every Christmas I have to help

one person that's feeling down

to get into the Christmas spirit.

- One person?

- Yeah.

Could it be my mom? Could you make

my mom like Christmas better, Gideon?

- Yeah, I think so, if you'll help me.

- OK.

Abbie?

I knew it.

Take this letter

that you wrote to Santa Claus,

and give it to your mom

and let her mail it for you.

Why?

That'll help her

get into the Christmas spirit,

and then that can be

our Christmas present to her.

Now, you'd better go on inside because

your momma's going to be worried.

And remember, don't tell anybody

that you talked to an angel, OK?

Abbie!

Abbie!

Abbie, you were nearly run over

by that car.

I know, Mom, but the angel Gideon

made it. I mean, a man made it.

Abbie, what are you talking about?

Come inside the house right now.

Yes, Mom. Here,

you can mail a letter to Santa Claus.

This letter, Abbie... Coming out

in the night, nearly getting hit by a car.

- Abbie, you're in big trouble. I mean it.

- But it was an angel, and I talked to him.

You are never

supposed to talk to strangers.

Is that the kind of motel

you lived in when you was little, Mom?

- Not really.

- No, your mom's was bigger.

It was the Ramada Inn,

and her dad was the manager.

Is that where you met Mom, Dad?

At the motel?

No. The motels came later.

Jack!

No, I met your mom on a blind date.

Ginnie Hanks, prettiest girl I ever saw.

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