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this lucClass.

Mm hmm.

Of all the Christmas pre-orniments turned out that year, very long ago, only one handed

of happiness. His name was Noel, and at the very moment he was created, old hermany glassblower

received truly joyous news. Belize his only daughter had just given birth to a baby girl.

He was a grandpa at last. And being quite emotional and for a glassblower,

hermany cry for pure joy. It was Noel's good fortune that that one merry tear became part of it.

My name is Noel, and I am a happy day.

Yes, Herman's tear of joy had become Noel's happy.

I wonder what the world will hold for me. I couldn't care less. Gosh, you're pretty.

It's not proper to speak until we have been introduced. Oh, well, why are you?

You don't know. I am Miss Freezender, the ice-made me please. I am very unusual and precious

ornament. How do you know, Noel? But I have a happiness. How terribly middle-class.

Finally, Noel and Miss Freezender were placed with another one and sent to a cardboard box.

All of them together were something called a dozen.

Where are we? In the box thing, stupid. Each and our own little compartment. But we can't see each

other this way. I'd rather enjoy that. Not me. You're a pest. But what about the others?

I couldn't care less. Hi, my name is Noel and I have a happiness.

Quiet, Herman! Are we trying to sleep? Go over your place.

You're wholesbaking our red rockets. Shoo, shoo!

Then the box that held a dozen is delivered to a truly magical place.

The afternoon of Christmas Eve in a five and ten cents store. Back in those days,

that was the only place some folks could afford to be married.

Wow! Will somebody please shut that green horn up?

Hey, what are those big things walking around?

Don't shout. They are called people things. Some of them are little there.

Oh, honestly. They are children things. I like the children things.

It figures. You would. Look respectable, Noel. We are a thing called for sale.

And we want to be a thing called bot.

Finally, one of the people things. Noel signed up. She was a thing called a mother.

But the dozen brought them home.

Look at this beauty. It cost 50 cents down at Smitty's coleard.

Oh darling, it's worth every penny. And look at these.

Hey, they're swell. Ah, Merry Christmas, dear.

This rezender don't ask. We are in a thing called a home.

What's a home thing? A people things bots.

Children things.

Hey, look at everything. It's Christmas.

Christmas. Not yet tomorrow. Tomorrow's my favorite. Let's play.

I love you. Do you want to go on the train?

That's not a good idea, honey. Now come on all of you. It's time for dinner.

Good. Watch your hat. Or really watch. Watch them again.

Why? Hannah's watching. Yeah, everything counts with Santa.

She loves me.

Noel looked up at the stately evergreen. Might eat branches with like great strong arms.

Hi, my name is Noel and I have a hat here. Wonderful. My name is Brutus. Glad to know you.

Kindly Brutus became Noel's first friend. He was very patient. He didn't mind answering any

Noel's thousand one questions. What's happening now, Brutus?

It's become a thing called Christmas Eve. The reason you were made and I was born.

It feels like magic.

When the children things were tucked into a thing called bed, the people things came back

downstairs and went to work. Here's a good spot for you, little fella.

Hi, get it? Pulling neat idea. Hey, look at me. Oh, no, well. Please shut up.

After the dozen, along with several other dozens were hung under Brutus's strong arms.

All right, dear. Plug him in. Noel met their master sisters at the likely,

slightly world-wearing bunch.

My name's Noel and I have a happiness. I know well, sweetie. He winked at me.

Then, of course, there was the tinsel play. Flighty group, but very necessary.

Then under Brutus's lower arms were placed many colorful boxes tied with bright and fancy ribbons.

And around all this, the father thing placed a toy electric train named McEyes, which he

knows since he's a child. He's a great, he's a great, he's a great, he's a great, he's a great.

Hi, McEyes. My name is Noel and I have a happiness.

Happy Birthday. Happy Birthday. Why can't you talk?

Hey, hey.

Brit, what's so much so busy about? He's trying to catch me, please.

Why? Don't know, but it seems very important for toy electric trains to catch their kids.

Darling?

And then a special place was named for one final thing, lovingly placed under Brutus.

What's that down there, Brutus? I can't see inside.

Just a little toy stable.

But why would they have a toy stable?

Well, Noel, somehow that little staple is the thing that tonight is all about.

Then finally, with that weary wonder, there are only parent things to know on Christmas Eve.

They realize that the job was finished.

As they've done every year, and as their parents have done before them, they have taken holiday trinkets and made Christmas magic.

Oh?

What does I feel now?

Oh.

It's so lovely.

It's a thing called peace and goodwill.

You're quite remarkable to be able to feel it.

Usually it's reserved for the people things and animals and sometimes a street.

I guess, maybe.

It's because I have a happiness.

I guess maybe it is.

Our is past, but it seemed only an instant.

A sudden...

A sudden...

A sudden thing is a thing called Christmas morning.

A world of bright, bright and happy and happy.

Yay!

Ha ha ha!

They're happy!

I don't like it!

They're happy!

I was a wonderful time.

There were toys and there was laughter and festivals for exchange.

There was laughter.

And loved ones visited, and there was laughter.

And even more presents were opened, and there was even more laughter.

The guys ran around his attraction.

He's a treat, he's a treat, he's a treat, he's a treat, he's a treat, he's a treat.

There was laughter.

And good things were eaten, and there was laughter.

And good kisses were kissed.

And then, to top everything off, there was more laughter.

It was a wonderful time, which went on for seven whole day and night things.

But then, it became a terrible thing called January 2nd.

Back to normal.

Huh?

They're gonna put us in that old dog box again, Brutus.

Why?

Because it's all over.

He's not gonna get me. I won't go.

Goodbye, little fellow. Goodbye.

Keep that happiness of yours.

Never lose it.

Noelle ever saw Brutus again.

Noelle ever saw Brutus again.

Noelle and the rest of the dozen were put into a high, dusty, dark thing called an attic,

where they became a thing called forgotten.

But as it always does, the thing called time, old relentlessly from season to season,

and it became a thing called spring, and a thing called summer.

Eventually, it was a thing called autumn, a time for pumpkins, turkeys.

Then came that truly glorious day when the first snow of the year fell.

And then finally.

Hey, it's back again.

The good thing, the wonderful, beautiful, Christmasful thing.

Time, like the little electric train, had chased its tail around the universe,

and arrived at Christmas once more.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, I filled the law with you again.

There was a new tree named Harrood.

My dog, and everything else, was the same as the year before.

The family, the friends, the Mazda Sisters, the tinsel clan,

the brightly wrapped packages, the mysterious little stable.

And of course, there's a britain, there's a britain, there's a britain, there's a britain.

Hi, Macguys!

Huh?

Careful, Noel.

Ha ha ha!

Phew, thanks.

Harrood, what's inside that little stable down there?

Chris said it's the thing that Christmas saw about.

Well, I guess Brutus was right.

But it seemed that almost before it started, Christmas was over again.

Noel said goodbye to Harrood, and the attic thing was his Christmas once more.

And in this way, year followed year, a bittersweet blend, joy and antics.

After Harrood, there was Bernard, after Bernard, there was Anthony, and Gregory, an Irving, shock.

But as the years passed, Noel sensed that a subtle change seemed to come over everything.

Hey!

The children things are getting bigger!

Oh, Noel, must you always be so dramatic!

They're getting to look almost like the people things!

I couldn't care less.

Indeed, the children things have become people things.

Then came the things that changed all things, things such as graduations and engagements,

and weddings, and war.

Then one day, years later, Noel heard something terrible from down below.

Oh, what's the use?

Kids scattered all over the country with families of their own.

Let's not bother with a tree this year.

Alright, dear.

Oh, no!

No Christmas!

No more Christmas! Good! A vacation at last!

And as the long, lonely attic years continued to pass, Noel finally fell into a deep and seemingly endless sleep.

It was lucky that he slept, or he missed the things called heartbreak which visited the house.

He missed the things called wills and auctions.

He never heard the words.

Ah, just leave that junk in the attic. It's of no use.

Noel never heard the terrible, final sound.

The lock-made is a shut-off life and warmth and joy from the old empty house,

leaving it with the ghosts of long-agoed Christmases which everyone had forgotten.

And as the years crept slowly by, the dozens slapped on.

Like the house, their bright colors faded and chipped.

Indeed, everything seemed over.

I say, seemed over because when you have a happiness, nothing is ever completely gone.

And perhaps it was the happiness working its magic.

Who knows?

Who knows?

Who knows?

Who knows?

Who knows?

Who knows?

Who knows?

Who knows?

Who knows?

Twenty-two hours. Got it down at the mall.

It's worth every penny.

Look, I found these old ornaments in the attic.

Maybe they'll look pretty with all the new plastic ones.

Merry Christmas, honey.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

What's merry about going back to work?

A new children's thing.

Hey, look, everything!

It's Christmas!

Now get to model the must-a-

All of you, it's time for dinner.

Nope, these are just too chipped and old to use.

Shift and old!

Shift and old!

What does he mean by that?

Not pretty, I guess.

Not pretty?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, put me on that tree.

It's no use.

They don't want us.

Here comes the wind.

Wait, we could use this little fellow to balance out that branch in the back.

Goodbye, Miss Fristerna.

Goodbye!

She didn't even say goodbye.

Seems she's the word of a child.

Oh, hi, my name is Noelle, and I have a happiness.

Call me Abraham.

Yes, there was a new tree, but all the old friends were back, including...

Jesus, sweetens, Jesus, sweetens!

High in the well!

Don't die, don't die, don't die, don't die, don't die!

No, see!

High in the God!

Merry Christmas!

High in the God!

Merry Fristerna!

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Oh!

Oh, the little old red ornament.

It's broken.

But somehow, Noelle was still away.

He was on the floor, he knew that.

And for the first time, he could look into the tiny stable.

Why, there's little toy people think, and a little toy children think.

But think all about you.

Then there was the thing called a miracle.

But now that his old glass body was no more, the happiness that was really noelle was released.

Noelle was released.

Noelle was released.

My name is Noelle, and I am a soul.

I am a happiness.

And being sure of the delterated happiness in your soul anywhere.

Hey, it's the world thing, the thing called the world.

And it's Christmas all over the place.

The finals have, there's a lot more Christmas for me to be.

Oh, wait, the Christmas dawn around the world.

I'll be all the other people, all the other houses.

House of made wood, house of made of bricks, old houses, new houses, witch house, poor house, big house, more house.

House is so dark and hard to eat at all.

House of made is red, house of made of snow, castle and sun.

The sun was shut, cold and forgotten, and wig long.

And he told us all that people and children sang.

But some spoke different tongues, different days of life, some that never even heard of Christmas.

Who do you care? I've got enough happiness for everybody!

Wait!

The wonder wonders little Noelle would become the pure joy of Christmas.

He wouldn't live on forever. Happy heart, simple man.

The wonder wonders little Noelle would become the pure joy of Christmas.

The wonder wonders little Noelle would become the pure joy of Christmas.

The wonder wonders little Noelle would become the pure joy of Christmas.

The wonder wonders little Noelle would become the pure joy of Christmas.

The wonder wonders little Noelle would become the pure joy of Christmas.

The wonder wonders little Noelle would become the pure joy of Christmas.

The wonder wonders little Noelle would become the pure joy of Christmas.

The wonder wonders little Noelle would become the pure joy of Christmas.