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The Christmas Classic series from Family Home Entertainment has brought the best moments

of Christmas home to millions on videocassette.

And now, a brand new classic joins this special collection.

It's Frosty Returns, the sequel to the famous tale of Frosty the Snowman.

John Goodman stars as the voice of Frosty in this music filled the light that celebrates

the wonder of Winter.

Don't worry Frosty.

Don't worry kid, I'll be back.

Frosty returns.

And here's one of the best loved holiday specials of all time.

Ready, stand up.

Burlive sings and narrates Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.

This eul Thai treasure tells how Chris Kringle became the world's most famous gift-giver.

Fred Astaire sings and voices, Santa Claus is coming to town.

Then, set to the music of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, it's the little drummer boy.

And be sure to take home the original tale of the Snowman who comes to life.

The great Jimmy Doretti sings and narrates Frosty the Snowman.

The magic of Christmas comes alive in family home entertainment's Christmas classic series.

Each video is available separately.

Or purchase Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, Santa Claus is coming to town, the little

drummer boy and Frosty the Snowman in a four-volume library collector's case.

Frosty the Snowman and Frosty returns can also be found in a special two-volume collector's

case.

The Christmas classic series from family home entertainment.

This year!

And it came to pass that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should

be taxed and all went to be taxed, everyone to his own city.

For to disobey the Roman Emperor meant certain death.

Oh, there were young people and old people.

There were the famous and mighty and some not yet known, but whose names would eventually

linger and be revered for all time.

There were good people who could ill afford the cruel tax about to be imposed upon them

and for where others.

Come on.

Come on.

Sorry.

Those animals then seem to been hademic.

They certainly are.

Faster old friends, faster.

You Samson, smile.

No.

And you, Vid Baba, be lighter, happier.

Ha ha ha.

Oh, Joshua, you can do better.

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Oh.

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With this marble in my show, Caravan,

I will be as rich as Solomon.

But it is said, Aaron dislikes all humans.

He will not join us willingly.

Oh.

Why do you think we brought the rope?

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Let me go, do you hear me?

Let me go.

Yeah, my channel.

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The lamb you old grabbed the lamb.

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I have one of you guys.

Stop presenting yourself with details.

Do it.

Drummer boy, you may not believe me,

but this is the luckiest day of your life.

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The little drummer boy, Aaron, fought Ben Harrimid and Ali with all his might.

He most definitely did not want to join the showman's caravan, a journey into the crowded

city.

He was a very good boy.

He was a very good boy.

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He was a very good boy.

He was a very good boy.

He was a very good boy.

So we feel like the world around us so Robotics,

the city of GM, the city of

Alas, one must exist with people.

And indeed, it is better to be crowded and rich

than crowded and poor.

When the day is good and the wind is dry and the goose is hanging high

Then I can't work like all the men do

When the goose is hanging high

When the sun is bright in the big blue sky

And the goose is hanging high

The devil steals my heart away

When the goose is hanging high

No, that silver on my mind

Mischief in my soul

I wanna live like a rich man lives

With life in my control

When the day is bad and the wind is wet

And the goose is flying low

I gotta work like all the men do

When the goose is flying low

But when the day is good

And the wind is dry and the goose is hanging high

I can't work like all the men do

When the goose is hanging high

When the goose is hanging high

Oh, Ben Harrimade was a wily old desert

Jackal, only he could have talked Aaron into visiting the crowded city

Oh, you see, Aaron truly did hate all people

Now, it wasn't always this way

For Aaron was once a happy farm lad

The son of a shepherd

Father, Mother!

And why this exceptional greeting today, my son?

Oh, no reason. Happy birthday, Aaron.

Oh, Father, Mother, did you bring me something?

I don't suppose. This would interest you, young man?

A drum. My very own drum. Oh, Father.

Try it out, Aaron.

And perhaps because it was a gift of love

The drum had an almost magical quality

And the animals, when they heard it, began to dance to its sound

But Aaron's happiness was to end all too soon

For one night, bandits of the desert attacked

What's going on out there?

Father, you must run, my son. Escape us, run!

They burned the farm and took the sheep

And Aaron's happy life had changed forever

And so Aaron roamed the land, a lonely orphan

His only friends, three of the farm animals who had escaped

He vowed to hate all humans for what they had done to his family

And he kept that far

Now, Jerusalem at last. Here we shall make our fortune

All these people

The rest of my show, caravan. Hello! Hello! Dummy, you missal!

Set up our performing concerts and let us be on with the show

Ladies and gentlemen, fellow taxpayers, the day need not be all gloomy

For I, Ben Harrimed, king of the desert showmen, have brought at great expense

Direct from the palace of the emperor of China

The toast of royalty, Missal and Jamil, tumblers extraordinary

Wonderful! Perhaps you will show your appreciation for such a performance

Felistean

And now let's move it right along with Ali of Arabia

Great as a juggler under the stars

Boy, you before next. Proudest restless. You must tease them. Are you ready?

No, no, smile. Smile. See, only a smile pleases the crowd. Smile! Smile!

I cannot. Not it. Them.

You stubborn little fool. Then where a painted one?

That's better.

When do I go on?

Now, before that note juggles me out of my life savings

You never heard a lion laugh. You never saw a gurgren, a goose in a gaggle.

Never use a giggle. Why can't the animal smile?

You never saw a smiling frog, a kickle-hole lamp, a happy hog, a light party camel, a very old mammal.

Why can't the animal smile? A barrel of monkeys, a pack of silly dumkeys, an elephant, a carob.

Have never been heard to chuckle out words or Twitter like people do.

You never heard a mouth to fall. A pro man did much more than talk in the book to wriggle, or is it all illegal?

Why can't the animal smile? Why can't the animal smile?

You heard them? More. More. Don't let them get away before I pass the hat.

But as Aaron looked at the faces of the cheering mob, a great rage rose up inside him.

How dare they laugh and be happy after what their kind into his family.

Stop! Quiet! I hate you all for what you did. You're all praying thieves and bandits and knaves and...

Rovers!

And so the troop was chased out of Jerusalem by the mob.

Boy, you shall pay for this indignity.

They'll hurry, Matt. Look!

In the halls of heaven, it is the caravan of a king, where luck!

Can I believe my luck? Two kings! Hold me up! Three! Three kings!

And behold, there came wise men from the east. Three kings of the Orient and lo, the star which they saw went before them.

Yes, it was the star of Bethlehem which shone so brightly and graced the lonely, darkening desert with its silver light.

But the little troop did not see the star's beauty, or the souls of Ben, Haramid and Ali were too filled with greed, and the heart of Aaron too overflowing with hatred to take any note of the wonder just above them.

Now you listen, drummer boy. If you give this one performance, half the money shall be yours. Then you are free.

Aaron agreed, only because he knew that with the king's money, he would be free to go his own way and never again have to trouble himself with humans.

And so they approached the three kings, Melchior, Gaspar and Belfesar.

Desnite, we must break camp. And swiftly, the star waits not for us.

Strike the tents, pack the camels.

No, don't go! We just got here!

Out of my way, we must perform!

Down, Dave, down!

Ben, Haramid, a name?

I am crushed!

Lower your spears. These desert megabonds seem to mean us no harm.

Why do you come to us?

We are a troop of players, your majesty.

Majesty, we have no time for making merry as you see. We break camp and, but that's ridiculous.

Taking your pardon, nobody travels the desert by night. We do, or we follow the star.

How very convenient!

But enough! Be gone!

Now to resume our journey.

So close! My fortune was so close!

And see what they load on the camels, great one.

Gold! Oh, it's too painful.

And more valuable, even than gold, the precious eastern resins, frankincense and mermaids.

She is too weak to go on, your majesty.

Poor creature, she has been weakened by the long journey. Have we no extra beasts?

All are laden, almost beyond their strength. Wait! Did that player not own a camel? Perhaps he would sell it? No!

You strike a hard bargain player. I've had a hard life. Now load the beast and let us be on our way.

Gold! I don't feel it. The weight of it. Look at it. The...

...your share.

I don't want it. I don't want any part of you.

Come, Samson, Baba. We must find our own comrade.

No! Let him go! We're done with him!

Aron climbed the tallest hill he could find, but the royal caravan was nowhere in sight.

What is it, Baba? Samson? The star? Yes.

The kings were following that star. If we follow it, we are sure to catch up with them. Come quickly!

And so they followed the gleaming star, little realizing where it was leading them.

The town of Bethlehem. And as Aaron glanced back out of the countryside, he saw what seemed to be a gentle army of poor shepherds, all of them being led toward the tiny town.

Why, they are all following the same star.

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Whom the divine strength of divine is, when some uneasy peace andim cling to floors, the deviance are through its lord.

I'm starring them.

Yop, Thompson.

Father, why'd that ol' stable up ahead.

See?

Want to go with her,

Not where's it to remember?

Let's be spearling

of the sand.

The royal caravan.

We found it.

See, there is old Joshua.

Joshua?

That hearts were so full of joy

that they did not look where they were going.

See, they were so full of joy

that they did not look where they were going.

The royal caravan.

We found it.

See, there is old Joshua.

Joshua?

They were so full of joy that they did not look where they were going.

Suddenly, something came careening out of the darkness.

Oh, where are you?

Oh, Boba, you must have died. You must have.

Who can help me?

Yes. The kings.

The kings are wise.

They will be able to save Boba.

Please, I've got to get inside to see the kings.

You must let me through.

And when Aaron came to the entrance of the stable,

he could hardly believe what he saw.

And she brought forth her firstborn son,

and wrapped him in swaddling clothes,

and laid him in a manger

because there was no room for them in the inn.

Oh, your majesty, you must...

Oh, the playerboy.

My lamb has been injured.

You must save him.

He is near death.

Oh, lad, there is nothing I can do.

But you are a king.

A mortal king only.

But there is a king, a monk king.

Who would save your little friend?

The babe.

But I do not understand.

It is not necessary that you understand.

Go to him.

But I... I have no gift to bring.

No. Look about the newborn king.

Oh, he's...

Oh, he's so far in the moon.

Oh, he's so far in the moon.

Oh, I am here for going to a marvel,

a marvel, a marvel.

Oh...

I am always so free.

Oh, he's so far in the moon.

I'm so happy to be the one who's coming home.

I'm so happy to be the one who's coming home.

I'm so happy to be the one who's coming home.

I'm so happy to be the one who's coming home.

Every road in its far, road of hope.

We all stand and catch a time for a room for hope.

I believe I can be the one who's coming home.

I believe I can be the one who's coming home.

We all stand and catch a time for hope.

And as Aaron looked at the babe, he thought it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

And yet, there is something more about him.

So much more.

Your gift, little drummer boy, given out of the simple desperation of a pure love, is the one favored above all.

See?

Aaron's heart was filled with joy and love.

And he knew at last that the hate he had carried there was wrong, as all hatred will ever be wrong.

For more powerful, more beautiful by far than all the eons of sadness and cruelty and desolation which had come before.

Was that one tiny, crystalline second of laughter?

Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.