Santa Claus Page #3

north by northwest--

now!

Ohh!

Ahh!

- Season's greeting's back!

- Season's greetings!

Season's greetings!

Season's greetings!

Southeast crosswind,

point right. Northwest--

are you nervous?

Me, nervous? No.

Oh!

You look...

Wonderful to me.

Uh, it does suit me,

doesn't it?

A handsome man looks good

in anything.

Oh, I'm so

proud of you.

Mm!

It's time, sir.

Oh.

- They're waiting.

He looks wonderful!

It's a perfect fit,

if I do say so myself.

The color, the style.. that outfit is

him, boys. I'm telling you. Just him.

The prophecy...

Has come to pass...

That there would

come to us...

A chosen one.

And that he, having

no child of his own,

would love all

children, everywhere.

And that he himself

would be...

An artisan,

and a craftsman,

and a skilled...

Maker of toys.

And now, chosen one,

come forward.

From this day on,

now and forever,

you will bring our gifts

to all the children...

In all the world.

And all this

to be done...

On Christmas Eve.

How can I do so much

in just one night?

Oh, yes.

Time travels with you;

that the night of the world

is a passage...

Of endless night

for you.

Mm. Until

your mission is done.

This is your legacy,

and your gift,

as is the gift

of flight.

Mm-hmm. Now.

All those within

the sound of my voice,

and all those on this

earth everywhere know...

That henceforth,

you will be called...

Santa claus.

Santa?

And now, everyone,

- merry Christmas!

- -Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas. Yes.

Come on.

Good boy.

Yo!

Faster! Faster!

Ho-ho-ho! Ha-ha-ha! Ho-ho-ho!

Come on, boys.

Come on!

Come on. Don't be afraid.

Come on.

This is it!

Come on!

Ho, ho, ho! Feel the wind

in your faces, boys.

Oh, come on, donner.

There's nothing to worry about.

It's only flying.

"Only flying"?

What am I saying?

All right, boys.

Bank to the right.

Steady!

That's the way!

Come on, boys.

That's my good boys.

Ho-ho-ho-ho!

Oh, more and more are learning to

write now, asking for what they want.

Reading and writing,

writing and reading.

Leave him alone! Don't!

Can't you see he hates it?

Let go! Leave him alone! Don't!

Leave him be!

You're hurting him.

Oh, l-let go!

Come back, you stupid animal!

Come back!

"I am sure he hurts

the poor little kitten,

"and when I cry,

he just laughs at me.

Yours sincerely,

miss Sarah foster."

You were quite right to bring

this to our attention, dooley.

That little boy

must not get a present.

No present for him? Every

child should get a present.

It's time

to change the rules.

You'll have folks saying that Santa claus

only rewards the good little boys and girls.

Isn't that

as it should be?

All right. Dooley,

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