Santa Claus
- PG
- Year:
- 1985
- 107 min
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Every Christmas Eve
we are part of a miracle
every girl and boy
shares the joy
if they believe
you can share it too
just believe in the miracle
you will carry joy with you
every Christmas Eve
In a certain time,
in a certain land,
once there lived
and once there was...
A magic kingdom
at the top of the world.
If a traveler came
to that cold, freezing place,
and no traveler ever did,
all he would see
would be ice.
Mountains of ice and snow.
But on certain nights, when the stars
of the sky shined like jewels,
a wonderful light
appeared in the heavens;
and then many lights,
all the colors of the rainbow;
and some colors
never seen before.
Way on top,
the north star sparkled.
And suddenly, the ice
mountains cracked open...
And beautiful, beautiful
lights pierced the sky,
and then, out came
the vendegums.
Hundreds of them, all in their
bright-colored clothes.
Granny,
what's a vendegum?
A vendegum? Those
are the little men...
Who live in
the ice mountains,
way at
the top of the world,
under the north star.
Some of them are
even littler than you.
This is the same story
she told last year.
Oh, when's he coming?
When's he gonna get here?
The road from the village
must be blocked.
couldn't make it through.
Wouldn't be Christmas without him, though,
would it? He hasn't missed one yet.
It's them! Here they come!
All right. Everybody back.
Everybody back, everybody back.
- What did you bring? What did I get?
- Wait.
Don't I hear
something first?
Happy Christmas,
Uncle claus!
All right. All right. Here, for you.
And you. Thank you!
Cutting wood all day
for the whole village.
It's enough
to exhaust any man.
How does he find time
to make all those things?
He makes time.
What can I tell you?
It gives him pleasure.
Little else.
For you.
Just for you.
What is it?
A vendegum.
Just as I was
telling you.
You can't see your hand in front of your
face out there. You won't get through.
My reindeer, donner and blitzen,
can get through anything.
Come along, Anya.
We must hurry.
More children need their toys on
the other side of the forest.
'Bye, dear.
Okay.
Bye!
Bye!
Did you see their faces
when they saw the toys?
Ah, yes. They love their
Uncle claus, huh?
Come on, blitzen.
Pull harder!
The children
are waiting!
Come on, donner.
Don't drag your hooves.
Hurry along, now.
You can do it, boy.
Come on!
I can't find it, Anya.
I can't find the road.
- Where are we?
Come on, boys.
Don't slow up now!
Hi-up!
Hi-up!
Go! Come on!
Blast!
- Come on, blitzen.
Come on, my good boys.
Donner! Now listen!
Over there,
there's food and warmth...
And a bed
and straw and hay...
And everything a smart team
Here is where
you freeze to death.
Now, come on, my good boys!
Come on!
Claus, come back.
I can't see you.
Oh, my God.
Anya!
Anya! Anya!
Anya. Oh, my God. Anya! Anya!
Anya, please!
Oh!
They're here.
Welcome.
It's them. Vendegum.
The little people?
We prefer to be called
elves, if you don't mind.
- You-you--
- I'm the one called dooley.
- We've been expecting you.
- Expecting us?
For a long, long time.
We almost gave up hope!
Where are we?
- Home.
- No, no, no. Our home is far from--
look at that! Let's go.
Not anymore.
This is your home now.
W-what does he mean?
Uh, you don't understand.
We live in a village far away from
this one. Blow! Bits of old ropes,
single-hinge
runner connectors.
This is unbelievable!
See I'm gonna have
a lot to teach him.
Whoops.
Hi, there.
Hi. I'm the one
called patch.
Welcome aboard, sir. Speaking
for the boys and myself,
I'd-- oh, you must
be the missus!
Me?
Yeah. Well,
we were expecting someone nice, but
not someone so young and pretty.
- Were we, boys?
- - No. No.
- Oh, don't be elf-conscious! - My
friends, let us show you your new home.
Patch, take charge of the reindeer.
Yeah. Honka!
Take charge of the reindeer. Boog,
take charge of the reindeer.
Vout, take charge
of the reindeer.
I don't understand.
What new home?
There's nothing here.
Look again.
- Where did it come from?
- It was always here.
But it can't be seen by
just anyone, you know. Mm?
Come, fellow elves. Take
them to their new home.
Lead and follow,
follow and lead.
He's nice,
isn't he, patch?
Yeah, I tell you, boys, he gives me
a real feeling of elf-confidence.
What's it all about?
Maybe it's a-- aah!
No, we're awake!
It's him! He's here!
Yes, he's here,
he's here!
Welcome, welcome. I'm the one called puffy.
We've been expecting you.
Not now, puffy. The man
wants to see the sights.
- Isn't this something? - Did you
hear that? He said it's something!
- He did. He did!
- Oh, my!
She does. She does.
Isn't this something? Is it
warm enough for all of them?
It's exactly what
I've been saying, ma'am.
Now, I have an idea for a new way to
heat this entire place, using pipes!
Pipes, you know?
Cylinder thingies?
There's much more
to see, folks.
Pipes.
Pipes.
Yeah.
Wait! Wait!
Oh!
My goodness.
What is all this?
They're Christmas toys.
Waiting for you.
For me.
Wh-what have they
got to do with me?
You're going to give
them to your children.
Th-there must be a mistake.
We have no children.
You do now.
You have all
the children of the world.
But how could I deliver
all these toys?
I won't live
long enough for that.
Both of you
will live forever.
Like us.
Anya?
Me too.
I can't sleep either.
I don't want to sleep.
This mattress is so comfortable,
I don't want to miss
a moment of it.
This-this won't take long.
I'll be right back.
What is it, donner, eh?
You look so frightened.
There's nothing
to worry about.
Really, there isn't. Easy, boy,
it's all right. Easy, now, easy.
Strange
place, strange companions.
But we're all friends here.
We are!
- Look at old blitz in there.
- Does he look worried? Hmm?
Come on. Maybe try
and eat something. Hmm?
It's great food.
Believe me.
Say, look.
Even I like it.
It's delicious.
Mmm! He's like me, I guess.
Oh! Yes.
A little confused.
Yeah, yeah.
He's always been the fidgety type.
Yeah. Well,
he'll be all right, sir, as soon
as he gets used to the place.
He just needs a little
elf-control. Mm.
Well, you certainly
know your reindeer.
These are fine specimens. Oh! Hear that,
boys? You made a good impression.
Come on.
Look. These two are twins.
Prancer and dancer.
The way you can tell them apart
Prancer's is
on his right eye,
and dancer's is
on his left eye.
And this lad with the great
big antlers is comet.
And old spotted-nose
here is cupid.
This white-faced boy here,
that's old dasher.
He loves to run, he does, he really does.
He'd rather run than eat!
And, uh, this noisy one with
the floppy jowls, he's ViXen.
Keep you up half the night
with his snorts and whinnies,
whinnies and snorts.
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