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Monica:

Another year,

an

other Christmas,

another tick of gods clock.

On Christmas Eve, I like

to

look at gods glories:

The sky, tinseled with stars,

the moon, a silver ornament

he

hung in space.

The wonders of his creation...

An

d the wonders man creates.

The wonders of his creation...

An

d the wonders man creates.

From the great lights

of

a city

from the great lights

of

a city

to the smallest jewels

tw

inkling inside a pocket watch

to the smallest jewels

tw

inkling inside a pocket watch

in a little shop

in

old New York.

(Clocks ticking)

(Bells chiming)

Green cheese! The frenchman?

The frenchman.

Pallet fork, I suppose.

Possibly, possibly.

No, no, Christopher, let it be.

Its near days end.

Clocks have struck 5:00
and all, huh?

Yes. I replace one more hand,
and then celebration.

Agnes, 5:00,
the hour for a ragtime song.

Oh, Oscar!

Ah, youre so demure.

In Brazil, we have a word
that perfectly describes Agnes,

but it cannot be translated.

Mmm, no, it cannot.

(Playing "good king wenceslas")

Yes, yes!

Finish off one more watch,
and then festivities.

Music of the season!

More to come, with comestibles.

Well, theyre on their way:

The pudding, the musicians,
perhaps snow.

Deep and crisp and even.

Oh, cover it.

Cover it all up like a blanket
for Christmas.

Now, that would be a gift.

Its like a shop from
another time, Tess, isnt it?

Piltdown & sons has been here

since my friend Millard Fillmore
bought a watch in here.

At christmastime,
theres nothing

like the old things,
the old friends.

The world changes so quickly.

Its nice
when something doesnt.

Yes, the world does change
quickly,

especially in this neighborhood,

but Mr. Piltdown, he looks up

and he sees
what used to be here.

Monica: But piltdown & sons
is still here,

still making watches.

Well, as of 5:04 P.M.,
they are,

but the clock moves on, baby,

and this Christmas Eve,

the times are gonna change
for all of these people.

♪ When you walk

♪ down the road

♪ heavy burden

♪ heavy load

♪ I will rise

♪ and I will walk with you

♪ ill walk with you

♪ till the sun
dont even shine ♪

♪ walk with you

♪ every time, I tell you

♪ ill walk with you

♪

Walk with you

♪ believe me,
ill walk with you. ♪

Oh, Gloria, bells have rung.

Many bells.

And they were lovely.

And two chimes also,
but, Gloria,

on Christmas Eve,
enough figures.

Figures can wait.

In a minute,
we will have food and music,

Christmas annual party and all.

You celebrate with US.

Oh, thank you.

And-and I really am almost done.

I-I just... its... its crucial

to see exactly where
your balance stands.

Ah, yes.

How does piltdown & sons
balance?

-(Chuckling): A worthy question.
-Yeah.

Yeah, piltdown.

Now, if im not mistaken,

uh, quite a distinguished
lineage?

Oh, I consider myself
the original piltdown man.

Still upright
and walking the earth.

(Laughs) For many more
christmases, im sure.

When your last number
is rung up,

it is time to wassail.

Do you wassail?

Occasionally.

Very good. See, we have
our little habits here.

Old habits.

Yes, like this... calculator.

Y-You know, it would go
a lot faster with a computer.

So ive been told,
but no matter what the machine,

the figures still come out
the same, dont they?

Yes.

-Im afraid so.
-(Bell jingles)

Oscar:
Oh, theyre here, theyre here.

Food and music, ahoy.

-Ah...
-Hello.

Lets set up over here,

and nobody gets burned
by the pudding.

Dont you worry
about my plum pudding.

It hasnt killed anybody yet.

Christopher:
Let me give you a hand.

Oh, thank you.

Tidings of the, uh, greetings
and merry and all that.

Im Mr. Piltdown-- Mr. P.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Piltdown.
Im Monica.

We spoke on the phone.

Very distinctive voice.

Yes... of course.

And theres the harp.

Irish harp.

Irish, quite, yes. (Chuckles)

And im Tess with the pudding.

And the songs.

Oscar: Food and music.
What more do you need?

Christmas in rio,
we had family, food and music.

It was enough.

One last watch.

Final touches, final touches,
my friends,

to the years
final pocket watch,

and then the Christmas party.

(Chuckles)

Now, where-where...
Where are we?

Oh, oh, yes, yes, uh, yes, uh,

a restoration job
for Mrs. Drake, eh?

Yes, yes, the fourth pivot wheel
was worn,

so I debushed it, drilled
a new hole and I deburred it.

Then I chamfered both sides.

And the steel parts
were snailed?

All done. Uh, I changed
the hands, called the messenger.

Piltdown:
Very good, very good.

She wanted it engraved,
didnt she, Agnes?

Yes, golden hours,
for her husband.

Ah, golden hours, set to...

Christopher:
5:12.

Then to it. Lets to it.

Thats the setting chair.

Mr. P and his father

and his fathers father sat
in that chair to set clocks.

5:12.

All done.

(Doorbell rings)

Ah, ah, here you are,
here you are,

just in time for delivery
to bethune street,

just in time to place
under the Christmas tree.

Here you are, sir,
and a merry Christmas to you,

and thank you.

Ah, yes, all right.

-(Agnes chuckles)
-Heres to the season.

May it fill our hearts with joy,
and god bless US,

each and every one.

All:
Each and every one.

Oh! Snow! Snow for Christmas.

Piltdown:
Just in time!

Snow for the gift exchange.

Hop to! Hop to!

(Chuckles)

It always snowed in derry.

In my mind, anyway.

I was young when we left.

Do you remember
those Irish christmases?

I remember the family gathering.

Wherever you were, you always
came home for Christmas.

Home for Christmas.

However far-flung, we all went
to home at Christmas.

The wind howled through the
keyhole in our door in derry.

Blew snowflakes three feet
into the hallway.

Yet ive never felt quite so
warm as I did on those nights.

We always put a candle
in the window.

For Joseph and Mary,
me mother said.

Yes.

If they were to wander
these streets tonight,

heres a light to guide them
to a safe place.

I only wish it were.

Doesnt feel so safe anymore.

I take the m-104 bus every day.

I used to get here at 8:30.

Now I get here at 10:00.

You never know,
but some fool might copy

the time the first plane hit.

Theres a candle lit for you,
too, Christopher.

It lights every window
that you walk by.

I dont see it.

I havent seen it
in over a year.

(Playing soft Carol)

The annual mystery revealed.

Who did Agnes draw?

Christopher:
Every year, Agnes arranges

the office gift exchange,

and each year, we mysteriously
draw the same name.

Well, look at US.

The mathematical possibilities
are limited.

So, whose name did you draw
this year, Agnes?

How odd. She drew Oscar.

What could it be?

I dont know.

What could it possibly be?

Lets see.

Oh...

What a surprise.

(Piltdown chuckles)

She makes him a tie every year.

He never wears ties.

Absolutely glamorous.

Ill tie it for you.

Oscar:
Oh, like you do every year.

(Both chuckle)

-You, um...
-(Both chuckle)

-You loop it around...
-Mm-hmm.

...like this.

Ive only worn a tie once.

For the wedding
of a Chinese pirate.

Oh, really?
The one in Singapore?

No, rangoon.

I was on a tramp steamer
with a load of silk

for the sultan of Brunei.

-And then you draw it
around again. -(Chuckles)

We were in the java sea,
strafed by ak-47s,

and there he was,
a Chinese gangster

on a mosquito boat.

Oh, the things
youve seen, Oscar.

And then you, uh,
take it over like this.

-Mm-hmm.
-And you tighten it.

Oh.

After they looted our ship,

the Chinese captain invited US
to his wedding.

(Grunts)
Isnt that a little tight?

-Oh, sorry.
-Mm-hmm.

Where does a pirate get married?

Borneo. Black-tie nuptials,
so I went. Why not?

-Why not?!
-(Both chuckle)

-Is that better?
-Better.

There he was with his bride,
all in silk, fit for a king.

There.

You look fit for a king, Oscar.

Oh, youre sweet, Agnes.
(Chuckles)

Oh, well, Oscar,
youre so dashing.

Mmm!

We have a world traveler
in our midst.

Oscar (laughs):
Well, ive...

Crossed the equator twice,

sailed the bay of bengal
and the Gulf of Guinea,

and I have found a home
in this little shop, finally.

Yes.

A home.

Yeah.

("Auld lang syne"
playing softly)

Um, maybe someday ill...

Ill get used
to wearing a tie, eh?

Oh, its much too beautiful
to wear, Agnes.

Ill... ill keep it
in the closet with the others.

(Door opens)

(Door closes)

Does it have enough rum?

Oh, yes, enough
to make it delicious.

It could always be
more delicious.

No, thats enough.

Are you an expert
on plum pudding?

It runs in me family.

We have the touch, they say.

Oh, you have family here?

Long gone.

-No, this is my family.
-Mmm.

And a good one it is.

(Tess chuckles)

Auld lang syne,
old acquaintances never forgot.

Somehow I think youre
an old acquaintance, Monica.

(Chuckles)

Were kindred spirits.

We both work with our hands.

Days of auld lang syne.

My grandfather told me
Christmas Eve started

with the lamplighters.

They walked down the street
lighting lamp after lamp

like lighting the candles
on a Christmas tree.

(Sighs)
How lovely.

And with the last lamp
on his street, the party began.

Ah.

So he was the one who taught you

how to throw
such a splendid Christmas party.

I try.

I try.

If I can keep this company

one little corner
of civilized life

in a world gone mad...

(Door opens)

Ah, all done at last.

Are the figures to bed, then?

Yes.

Good. Well, then you join US.

You join US.
You have some eggnog,

have some wassail.
You said...

Mr. Piltdown, uh,
actually I have some news.

Could we talk
the day after Christmas?

Lets talk now.

I dont want
to spoil your party.

Cant stop the second hand,
I always say.

(Chuckling):
Now, tell. Just tell.

No, I-I really dont think...

Yes, I insist.

Then you may wassail.

Well, ive gone over your books
thoroughly.

Well, good.
I mean, it was far too long.

You see...

(Sighs)

Piltdown & sons is bankrupt.

(Bells chiming)

Bankrupt?

(Scoffs)

Would you like
to see the figures?

The last 18 months...

Hard times, hard times.

Yes, its been a struggle

for a lot of the small
downtown businesses.

Yeah, ive seen a lot go under,
but piltdown & sons...

ID like to see those figures.

Would you mind coming, too,
Monica?

I dont know anything
about numbers.

But you understand how lovely

the lamplighters were
at Christmas.

And I...
I need a kindred spirit.

(Chuckles)

Theres the interest
on the loan due.

You still have payments
outstanding for jewels

and mainsprings
and the back taxes.

Im sorry.

Do I have enough
for a final payroll?

If-if you liquidate everything.

Oh, green cheese.

(Raucous laughter and chatter
from other room)

Oh, how can I tell them
on Christmas Eve?

I-I cant do it. Ill wait.

You know, Mr. P, when you know
that somethings drawing

to an end,
it can make it sweeter.

You can savor it all the more.

If this is to be
their last Christmas together,

you wouldnt want to cheat them
out of relishing it, would you?

Time for the angel.

Heres our crown.

Oh, Tess, will you do
the honors?

Oh, im happy
to put the angel on the top.

A lot of time on this tree.

Time goes, you say? Ah, no.

Alas, time stays.

We go.

-Piltdown: Excuse me.
-Oh.

Merry Christmas, Mr. P.

Beautiful tree, yes?

Yes, yes, lovely.

I hope you like it.

Thank you, but, um...

What is it, Mr. P?

Ah, its a day for comfort
and joy, not...

Well, it seems, uh...

Piltdown & sons is bankrupt.

Oh, no.

Saints preserve US.

ID put off accounting
for far too long.

Its all my fault, I suppose.

It was nothing
that Mr. Piltdown did.

This whole area
took a mighty blow.

A lot of shops
have closed already.

And he kept things going
even while debt piled up,

but the government needs taxes,

and the vendors bills
are overdue,

and theres just no income.

No choice in the matter.

Havent any.

So I shutter the doors
tonight...

For good.

Im afraid this will be
our last Christmas party.

Were out of business.

(Playing "good king wenceslas")

There was really nothing
he could do.

He did his best.

Im sure of it.

What will happen
to these poor people now?

Time will tell, baby.

(Sighs)

I thought that they should know,
but now...

They may have had their
Christmas stolen from them.

Theres time yet to celebrate,
and reason, too.

Now, im just a visitor here,

but I can see that this
little shop held a lot of love

for a lot of people,
so lets salute it while we can.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Piltdown.

-Hear, hear.
-Hear, hear.

Cheers.

(Plays lively tune)

Great. Its a party after all.

(Chuckles)

Would you like some more?

Sure.

Oh, youre drinking tonight.

Thats another first.

If there ever was a night...

Mmm, yes!

Mmm, a night of nights!

You know, I never thought
ID see it.

No, I never thought
it could ever happen.

(Sighs)

So... what are you going to do,
get back up on the high seas?

(Chuckles)
Maybe.

Mmm, ive landed
on my feet before.

Yeah, youre good at that.
Me...

Oh, no, New York
is full of jewelers.

Somebody must need
an engraver, no?

I guess.

So you really think
about leaving New York

and go off alone?

Its been a long time
since I saw rio.

Is it beautiful?

Oh, yes.

Ive never been south
of Baltimore.

Oh, you poor child.

No, no, you have
to see rio before you die.

Dance in the

carnaval.

Oh, I dont dance.
Two left feet.

Not just one samba?

Maybe one, with the right man.

(Chuckles softly)

Agnes, you will find that man,

or he will be lucky enough
to find you.

Luck has never been my friend.

All things change.

Not for me.

Mmm. You know, Agnes,

youre always ticking inside,
but the...

The hands on the face,
they never change.

You... you are Agnes
the untranslatable.

This is my life, Oscar.

I wake up at 6:00 A.M.,
and I turn on the TV

because then theres
another voice

inside the apartment
besides my own.

I feed a fish, one flake.

Thats all he needs.

Hes a lucky fish.
One flake, and hes happy.

Then I take the number-one train
downtown.

I get off on chambers,
and I buy a regular coffee

and a bagel on the corner,
and then I come here,

and my life begins.

And at 5:00,
when the doors close, it ends,

and I have to leave.

I dont know what to say.

Do you want to know
what ID like you to say?

What would you like me to say?

ID like you to say,

"Agnes, your eyes
are deep and lovely,

"and I get weak in the knees

"every day you walk
through the door,

"and I feel giddy
when you smile at me,

and each night when you leave,
a light goes out in my heart."

Thats what ID like you to say.

(Speaks Portuguese)

(Sighs heavily)

Nobodys eating
the plum pudding.

Appetite went away somehow.

No business sense.

That was the problem.

Well, even a good businessman
can fail.

We needed a catalog.

A catalog of fine timepieces.

Let them buy
through the Internet.

He never had any business sense.

Did you ever tell Mr. P
about your idea?

Oh, yes.

And he said,

(mimicking): "Very nice,
very entrepreneurial.

Thats the word, isnt it?
Its very..."

Ugh!

And then he never did anything.

Or rather, he kept doing
the same old things.

But I-I thought you liked
doing the same old things,

the old way of doing things.

You like it
right up to the grave.

When it comes to it,
he let US all down.

Look at me.

Whos gonna hire
an old guy like me?

Christopher Murphy,

theres a whole city out there
full of jobs.

(Scoffs)
"Whole city."

Who knows whats out there?

Piltdown & sons.

Im the last son.

I failed to marry,
failed to have my own son,

and now I failed the business.

Gloria:
You were not the failure.

There... there were things
beyond your control.

You provided a livelihood,
a service

and a home for many years.

Thats not failure.

I grew up here.

Its all I know, and now ive
let everybody down, Monica.

A bad mainspring
means a bad watch.

(Door opens, bell jingles)

(Wind whistling)

Oh, if youve come
to buy a watch, im...

Im afraid were closed.

Uh, no, sir,
im not here to buy anything,

and im sorry to disturb
your Christmas Eve.

My name is Andrew.

I work for the city of New York,

and we found something
that we hope

maybe you could help US with.

Were hoping
that piltdown & sons can, um,

help US track down the owner.

Its from ground zero.

(Horns honking, siren wailing)

Monica:
Its beautiful.

Circles within circles of time.

Piltdown:
Its one of ours, all right.

Christopher: Engraving on
the backs all scratched up,

but thats our teardrop case.

Model 3055.

So, is there any way
to identify the buyer?

I always put a serial number on
the perimeter of the movement.

Ill get the ledger.

Careful, careful.
It has to be preserved.

Quite right, quite right.
Careful as a... as a relic.

Time stopped for this watch
at 8:46.

The exact time
the first plane hit.

Which made US think that maybe
the, uh, owner dropped it,

he was shocked,
and he left the watch behind

and somehow managed to escape.

So, possibly hes still alive?

Thats what were trying
to find out.

Wouldnt that be marvelous, now?

Here we go.

Uh, its, uh...

Its-its "947...

309."

I think thats an oh.

Here, uh, 947...

3090.

Teardrop model 3055,

sold to Joshua wren
seven years ago.

Engraved on back:
"Joshuas joy."

Joshua wren.

I remember Joshua wren!

-The young man with the new job.
-The brokerage house.

Christopher: Yes, he got
the watch to celebrate.

A good job meant hed have
enough money to marry.

Theres a phone number.

Oh, ill call.

Oh, wouldnt it be something?

We live in hope.

His address is downtown,
Liberty Plaza.

-Maybe...
-Maybe.

A little late to be calling
on Christmas Eve.

Well, its only 6:27,
by my watch.

And 6:29 by 83 others.

Say, thats one of ours.

Yeah. I bought it here
some years ago,

so I knew right where to come

when they handed me
the broken one.

Yes, yes, im-im sorry
to bother you on Christmas Eve.

You see, im calling from
piltdown & sons watchmakers.

Well, a watch has been found.

We sold it to Joshua wren.

Thats right.

It was recovered.

We would like
to return it to you...

Oh.

Oh, um...

Im so terribly sorry,
Mrs. Wren.

Oh, dear.

What a call for Christmas Eve.

What?

Why, yes, of course, well...
Well have it...

Well have it delivered.

Uh, are you sure?

Are you positive?

Were...

Were at 48 St. Ann street.

Yes, of course, well wait.

His w... his widow
is coming to get the watch.

Insisted on coming right down.

Saints preserve her.

So he did ask her,
she said yes.

(Ticking)

Man:
Oh, its beautiful.

Did I tell you what thats from?

Well, its to celebrate
your new job, right?

"He who binds to himself a joy
doth the winged life destroy,

"but he who kisses the joy
as it flies

lives in eternitys sunrise."

Blake.

I didnt know
brokers read Blake.

Oh, some of US do.

This watch
doesnt celebrate my job.

It means that I have
enough money to get married.

Or... at least I hope
shell say yes.

So youre in love.

Oh, yeah.

Its a wonderful thing.

Ive always imagined
it would be wonderful.

-Ive never, um...
-Well, you know what?

I never thought it would happen
to me, either.

You know, I mean, look at me.
Am I prince charming?

Well, to one woman, maybe I am.

But just you wait.

Youre a sleeping beauty
to someone out there.

Mark my words.

Live in hope.

I suggest a watch chain.

Adds a bit of security,
you know?

Gives a pickpocket another lock
to get through.

Well, if I put two locks
on everything I carry,

ID be wearing
my own ball and chain.

Thanks, but ID rather
walk out there unafraid.

Right.

Piltdown:

We

ll, good luck to you, Joshua.

Piltdown:

We

ll, good luck to you, Joshua.

No, I dont need any more luck.
Life is already wonderful.

Ah, yes, but wait
until youre married, huh?

(Both laugh)

Well, what else is life for

except to love
and have children?

He just means its a...

Its a big change coming,
Mr. Wren.

Every cell in our body changes
all the time.

Everything changes every day
whether we like it or not.

Might as well enjoy the ride.
Thanks.

(Door opens, closes)

Hello.

Hi.

Welcome.

Hello, Mrs. Wren. Im Monica.

Im joy.

Your name is joy?

Joy wren.

Oh, im Agnes.

I engraved your husbands watch.

Oh.

And this man, Andrew, is the man
who brought the watch to US.

I work for the city,
and were trying really hard

to identify
and return personal items.

Yes.

(Exhales sharply)

We had breakfast together
that morning

before Joshua went to work.

I wheeled Daniel down
in his stroller

to a Greek diner.

(Chuckles) Daniel spilt
a glass of milk, and I got mad.

Joshua said, "he wont be
spilling milk forever.

Enjoy it while he does."

I remember after breakfast...

Doing an errand downtown...

Wheeling Daniel along, when...

I tried to get home,

but they were telling everyone
to go north.

I didnt get home
for five hours.

When I took Daniel out
of the stroller,

I-I saw it was covered
in white dust.

I couldnt bring myself
to wash it.

It sat like a sculpture in the
hallway for the longest time.

Like... like snow had fallen
that would never melt.

How is your little boy?

(Chuckles softly)

My mother came over tonight.

Daniel loves her.

He loves me.

(Voice breaks): But there was
no one like his daddy.

He used to crawl into Joshs lap
every night, and...

And Josh would read to him,
and then sing to him,

and then Daniel would...
Hed fall asleep

with his... with his ear
against this watch.

It had a... had a funny
ticktock, ticktock.

He used to say...

The ticktock...

He used to say the ticktock
was his daddys heart ticking.

(Joy sobs softly)

Please...

Can you fix it?

Can you get it running again?

Mrs. Wren, the works
are badly crushed.

It would be near impossible.

Im so sorry.

Well, dont you think
you could try?

It would mean the world
to that little boy to wake up

Christmas morning
and-and... and hear

his fathers watch go ticktock.

It would be like hearing
his heart beat once more.

Lets get to work.
(Chuckles)

Monica: A candle in the window,
its a promise in the night.

I remember the rows and rows
of candles in union square.

I walked by,
but I never lit one.

I wasnt ready to give up hope.

Nor are these good people.

I should get home to Daniel.

We havent hung
the stockings yet.

Do you want some company
for the walk?

Thank you.

Thatd be nice.

And thank you all.

All:
Merry Christmas.

(Sighs)

My friends, in this room reside

decades of craft and devotion
and ability.

Now, we have before US
a task of great...

Difficulty.

To some, it may seem
like a small thing,

but for one woman and her child,

the sound of a clock ticking
means all the world.

This is the last watch
well ever work on together.

Lets make this piltdown & sons
finest hour.

(Playing
"the little drummer boy")

♪

♪

♪

(Carillon playing
"joy to the world")

There.

All thats left is the setting.

Theres no other group of people
in the world couldve done this.

You know that, dont you?

Youre the best a man
could have wished for.

So many years.

Well, final touches.

Final touches.

Set it at...

-8:46.
-8:46?

When I set this,
its all over, isnt it?

Were through here.

We go out that door.

Out into the wide world.

Im scared, Mr. P.
I dont want to be alone.

Oh, why did it ever come
to this?

God help me,
whats to become of US?

Wonderful things.

God has wonderful things
in store for all of you.

No, Monica, I think
our best days are behind US.

Theres a world out there
that god has created,

a beautiful world.

Look at the morning sun,

the beam of light
through the window,

even the mote of dust floating
in its ray.

Look at the blanket of snow
covering this great city,

deep and crisp and even.

Look at all the beauties
of this world

that man has created
out of gods gifts.

Yes, awful things can happen,

have happened,

but the world is still
gods jeweled clock,

ticking with joy.

But for US,
I think our time is up.

Who knows how much time
anyone has?

Its not for you to know.

Its for god to know.

And god holds time in his hand,
just as he holds Joshua wren.

Yes.

Think of Joshua.

He came into your lives
for perhaps an hour,

but he touched you all.

Agnes, because of what Joshua
said to you,

you havent given up
the hope for love.

Oscar, he reminded you
of lifes deepest meaning,

that it comes with a family.

Christopher Murphy,
he said to you, fear not.

And, Mr. P, he let you know
that change is inevitable.

Change is continuous.

Time stops for no man.

(Chuckles)

So set the clock for 8:46

and let open the doors to life.

(Bell jingling)

(Softly):
Go on.

(Ticking)

♪

(Sighs)

Come here.

(Joy chuckles)

Merry Christmas.

Thank you.

It was our pleasure.

Gave US much happiness.

Merry Christmas, Daniel.

Come on.

I think well be going, too.

Wait a minute.
Well walk out with you.

Merry Christmas,
piltdown & sons.

Its a beautiful day out there.

God bless you all.

All:
Each and every one.

Oh, my gosh.

Saints preserve US.

We sold that watch
to Andrew 200 years ago.

Green cheese.

Could it be possible he was...?

They were all...?

Well, why not?

Its Christmas, isnt it?

There are miracles out there
on the streets of New York.

Lets go find them.

Monica:

Another year,

an

other Christmas.

Monica:

Another year,

an

other Christmas.

We just came by

to

say god loves you all,

we just came by

to

say god loves you all,

-each and every one.
-(Dove coos)