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Maybe the world is blind Or just a little unkind

Don't know Seems you can't be sure

Of anything anymore Although

reach the high point of our day.

The punky players will present an original holiday production.

So, let's go on with the show.

Ooh!

Uh,

uh, punky! Ladies and gentlemen, the...

trying to get Santa Claus to pay us a visit. But he's been very busy and

answered my telegram yet.

Oh, but I'll keep trying.

And one more thing.

Christmas is a time for sharing.

So why don't you each try to think of something special to share with your

parents at this holiday season?

Great. Let's hurry up and mail them.

I've already addressed the envelopes the people sent me Christmas cards last

year.

That's all? You only got two Christmas cards last year? Yes, and what's really

annoying is I sent out three.

You've got to send out lots and lots of Christmas cards. If you want to get lots

back, it's called the lots theory.

I know. Let's send one to everybody in this...

Put this in with the Wapperman's card.

What is it?

It's a reminder that their rent is overdue.

Henry, you can't do that. It's Christmas.

All right.

But if they don't pay up, I'm sending them a Valentine's Day card with an

eviction notice.

Toy brand.

Looks like somebody around here is pretty grumpy.

I'm sorry, Punky.

I guess I'm not used to having the Christmas spirit.

Before you came along, I was always alone at this time of year.

And believe me,

you can't be more alone than when you're alone at Christmas.

And I'm glad I'm here.

Me too. We're going to have the best Christmas ever.

Yippee!

We're going to do all the wonderful things I did when I was your age.

Wow. They had Christmas way back then?

Yeah. I was lucky. The three wise men lived on my block.

Christmas always brings back wonderful memories of my childhood.

I'd fly up to my grandparents' house in Massachusetts, and Grandpa and I would

go out in the woods, and we'd cut down our very own Christmas tree.

Wow!

Until I was 12.

That's the year Grandpa got attacked by a moose.

We bought our Christmas tree after that.

But we still had fun decorating it. You got your chocolate chippies? Yeah, you

got your macaroons?

Yep.

Christmas Eve was my favorite.

We sang carols and drank eggnog and hung up our stockings. And of course, we all

had to get to bed early.

You know why?

There you go to bed, or all your sackcloth will come.

Right. Oh, I can't wait till Christmas. I wish it was today.

Hey, slow down your mojo.

We've got lots to do before Christmas.

We haven't even decided what we're going to have for Christmas dinner.

Oh, right.

Can we have cranberry pudding?

Cranberry pudding?

Yeah, my mom used to make it for us at Christmas.

It's yum -a -roo.

If we can find the recipe, you can have it.

Is something wrong?

I was just missing my mom. That's all.

Oh. I hope that wherever she is, she's okay.

I'm sure she is.

And I bet she misses you, too.

Okay.

Tell you what.

Let's think of a wonderful time we're going to have when we sit down for our

Christmas dinner. Okay?

Okay.

Okay?

Okay. Thanks, Henry. You really made me feel better.

Good. Now you can help me to feel better.

How? Help me up. My knees are blocked.

I sure do hope Santa Claus comes tomorrow.

I already wrote down a few things I'm going to ask him for.

There's no such thing as Santa Claus.

What? There is two Santa Claus.

There is not. How could somebody that fat fit down a chimney?

And I'll bet none of you even has a chimney.

No, but my mom says it goes through the little hole in the front of our dryer.

That tub of water couldn't fit in a dryer.

And another thing, where does he get the money to pay for all those toys?

He doesn't have to pay for them.

Elves make them.

Well, then who pays the elf?

Maybe elves work for nothing.

They'll probably just happen to have a roof over their heads.

Nobody works for free. Even an elf has to get paid minimum wage.

He's right, Ponky.

That's the law.

Well, then I guess, can I...

fly through the air in a sleigh pulled by a reindeer?

Well, what's so weird about that?

When was the last time you were at the airport and saw a reindeer taking off?

I don't care what you say.

My parents told us that Santa Claus was real.

Face it, kid. Your moms and dads have been lying to you. There is no Santa

Claus.

And there's no Easter Bunny either.

in the basement checking the furnace.

Boy, it's really hot inside that thing.

Eddie, it's customary when cleaning a furnace to turn it off first.

You know, Mr. Warnemont, it's also customary when Christmas rolls around

apartment manager to give the superintendent a gift.

Actually, Eddie, I do have a gift for you. Oh, you do? Yes.

I'm going to let you live till Easter.

talking about?

What makes you think there isn't a Santa Claus?

Billy Behutsis.

Billy Behwatsis?

Billy Behutsis.

He's an old kid in the fifth grade.

Oh.

Exactly what did this Billy tell you?

He said reindeer can't fly, fat people can't go down chimneys, and elves have

get minimum wage.

Minimum wage?

Yeah, that's law.

I see.

He said parents made up Santa Claus.

Is that right, Henry? Tell me the truth. Is there a Santa Claus?

Let's sit down, Punky.

Listen to me.

There is a Santa Claus.

And he's very real.

But he's only real to the people who believe in him.

If you believe in Santa Claus, he can do anything.

He can get a reindeer to fly, he can go down chimneys, and he can make enough

toys for every single boy and girl in the whole world.

Oh, no, Henry, you'll have to think about it.

Right now, I'm having a hard time believing.

Hi, Henry. I got your Christmas card.

Here's the rent.

Thanks. Come in.

I'm glad you dropped by.

I have a little girl here with a very long face.

There's a lot of that going around.

I have a great idea. Let's go out and find us two beautiful big Christmas

Yeah! Won't that be fun?

I don't feel like it right now, Henry.

Me and you do, Grandma.

Come on, Sherry, let's go up to my room and not play.

Imagine telling a small child that there's no Santa Claus.

I'm not going to let that little Scrooge ruin our Christmas. It's too important.

It's Punky's first Christmas without her mother and our first Christmas

together.

There must be a way to prove to Punky that there is a Santa Claus.

Well, I heard that the teacher's having a hard time finding someone to play

Santa at school tomorrow.

Hold it. I hope you're not thinking about me.

Why not? You'd make a perfect Santa.

You're as old as he is.

Yeah, and you can be the bag I carry the presents in.

The only way Cherry and Punky's gonna believe in Santa is if they see him.

Well, why don't we get Mr. Wapperman to play Santa?

He's always jolly.

But by the time we sober him up, it'll be New Year's.

Come on.

Let's practice your ho -ho -hos.

Please.

Henry, let me hear a ho -ho -ho.

Ho -ho -ho.

Come on, you can do better than that. Try again.

Ho -ho -ho.

That's only half a ho -ho -ho. I want to hear a whole ho -ho -ho.

Maybe it would help if I sat on your lap.

Ho -ho -ho.

That's more like it.

Who are we kidding?

I'll never get away with it.

Sure you will.

I got some red velveteen up in my apartment.

I'm going to make you the best Santa Claus suit you ever saw.

want your word that you'll never tell anyone about this.

It'll be our little secret.

as happy as others.

What's the matter, little girl?

Excuse me, but how do we know that you're the real Santa?

Because only the real Santa would know that your name is Punky Brewster, and

you're Sally Foreman, and you're Margot Kramer.

That doesn't prove anything.

You could have looked up our names on the attendance sheet.

Margot, I also know that you have a little brother named Bradford, that you

on Oak Lane, and you have a pink bicycle.

The real Santa would know that you're Alan Anderson and that you live in a

little white house with a green picket fence.

Wow, that's probably right.

And you, Cherry, are best friends with Bunky.

Wow.

Do you need any more proof?

Nope. You're the real Santa, and I'll never listen to Billy Bahootsis again.

Billy Bahootsis? Oh, you mean the little boy who's getting nothing for

Christmas.

People don't believe in Santa, and he has to get a little rough.

Excuse me. Santa, maybe the boys and girls would like to tell you what they

for Christmas.

Yes, please.

Alan, we'll start with you.

Thanks, Santa.

Well, Alan, have you been a...

someone else a chance?

I'm not finished yet.

No, yes you are.

Funky, you can be next.

Thanks, Santa.

And what can Santa bring you for Christmas?

A dollhouse?

A bicycle?

No, there's only one thing I really want for Christmas.

Only one thing?

Then, I'll make sure you get it.

Really? Absolutely.

I want you to bring back my mom.

Will you stand still? You're jumpier than a sack of cats. I can't help it.

I've become very attached to the lower half of my face.

Let's see.

No!

You're welcome.

I guess I should be grateful you didn't pull my face completely off.

Well, Henry, with that face, I'm not so sure.

I never should have listened to you in the first place.

I told you I'd never be able to pull off playing Santa Claus.

But it worked.

Yes, and now she believes Santa's going to produce her mother.

Well, that's your fault. You should have just told Punky that Santa can't do

everything. I told her there wasn't anything Santa couldn't do if she

in him. You could have made up an excuse.

Like what?

Like she put all in too late.

For a mom, you have to allow six to eight weeks for delivery.

I didn't say that.

Now I've got to find Punky's mother.

But how are you going to do it?

You need a bloodhound just to find yourself.

I have to try.

Punky wants her mother for Christmas, and I'll not stop until she gets her

However, I will stop just long enough to change my pants.

I wonder, could an elf give me a hand? Okay, Grandma.

Hi, Henry.

Hello, Punky.

How do you like our tree?

Oh, it's wonderful.

Sorry we started without you. But we waited as fast as we could.

Got some good news.

I could use some good news.

I got Sam Clark today.

Oh, him.

He came to our school. It was great.

I sure wish you could have been there.

Well, I was there.

In spirit.

I mean, this was a real Santa.

I mean, he was really, really, really real.

Really? Really. And you know what?

Here comes the mind blower.

Santa said he was going to bring me my mom for Christmas.

Punky, are you sure?

I mean, finding your mom is an awfully tall order, even for Santa.

I realize it's a toughie, but he didn't say no. If he couldn't have done it, he

would have said so.

Hold it.

You mean, if Santa had said no, you wouldn't have minded?

Of course not.

Santa can't do everything.

Are you sure Santa understood you? I mean, he's getting awfully old, and his

hearing maybe is not what it used to be.

There are many words that sound like mom.

Like what?

Oh, like... Bomb.

That's it.

Maybe Santa thought that you wanted him to bring you a bomb.

Honey, nobody would want a bomb for Christmas.

Well, then,

there's gum.

What's a gum?

I don't know. But we'll find out when Santa brings it.

I know Santa heard me say, Mom, and I know he's going to bring her to me. You

know why?

Because I really believe in Santa, just like you told me.

Here,

Punky, the cookies are ready.

Let's hang them on the tree.

authorities the police the hospitals the fbi and they're no closer to finding

punky's mother than they were before well henry you've done what you could

am i going to do on christmas morning when punky's mother's not here henry

you've got to tell that child the truth and what is the truth mrs johnson

I've told her that one must have dreams and that if one believes strongly

enough, those dreams will come true.

I've spent my entire life dreaming that someday I would have a child.

And I believed in that dream with all my heart.

Now I have that child.

And I'll do everything in my power to see that her dreams come true.

Isn't it beautiful?

It's the most beautiful tree I've ever seen.

What's the matter, Henry?

I just realized something.

If against all odds I do find her mother, I could lose Punky.

He's got the weakness for the island.

He's getting over that.

The new condo is.

Hanging out by his favorite.

Turn down the music. I'm on the phone.

Hello. Thank you for calling the Chicago Police. Mystic Persons Department.

Please hold.

Yes. I'd like to speak to Detective Jean Doucette, if you please. He's on a call

right now. May I take a message?

Please. Ask him to call Henry Warnemont as soon... Hello.

I said hello.

Yes, I'm here.

Listen, please ask Detective Doucette to call Henry Warnemont. He has the

number. All right? I'll do that, sir.

Merry Christmas to you. One more thing.

Would you mind please tell...

Cherry,

what you get your grandma for Christmas?

A death buster, a jello moat, and a square dancing skirt.

Oh, jeez Louise, there's a prize tomorrow.

Uh,

Pocky, that gold and silver package.

Sure is pretty.

Is that for me?

No.

For my mom.

It's earrings.

She's got to have a present to open when she gets here.

Frankie, about your mother... I know exactly what will happen when she gets

and she asks me if I've been brushing my teeth and I say, yeah, she's going to

want us testing our favorite sock.

Favorite sock?

Yeah, me and my mom used to sing it every time we were feeling really happy.

Well, why don't you sing it for us?

You really want to hear it?

Yeah, sure.

Got no diamonds, got no pearls.

second chill.

That's wonderful news, Gene. I'll be there right away.

Ow! Henry, are you all right? I never felt better. The police just called. An

hour ago, a woman suffering from exposure was admitted to county

She fits Punky's mother's description to her teeth. Oh, Henry, do you think it's

her? I'm off to find out.

He's making a list, checking it twice.

He's going to find out who's naughty and nice.

Santa Claus is coming.

He sees you when you're sleeping.

He knows when you're awake.

He knows that you've been bad.

Don't be good for goodness sake.

You better watch out. You better not cry.

You better not fall out. Merry Christmas.

Can I help you? you with something.

No, thank you.

I'd just like to warm myself for a minute before going back out into the

if you don't mind. Not at all. Not at all.

I bet you'd like a nice hot cup of tea.

Just made a fresh pot?

That would be wonderful. Thank you.

I'm surprised to see you're still open at this hour on Christmas Eve. Oh,

Christmas Eve is my biggest night of all.

Doing a little last -minute shopping, eh?

I've got a lot of nice things here.

Make memorable gifts.

No. The only gift I'm looking for, I don't think I'll find here.

Macaroons.

These are my favorite.

Really?

I'd never know it by looking at you.

Oh, I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind.

Would it help to talk about it?

No, not really.

You see, it started when this little hooligan at school told my daughter that

there is no Santa Claus. Oh.

That really hurts.

Indeed it does. You see, she's my foster daughter and it's our first Christmas

together. Oh, that's really something special.

It might have been.

If I hadn't fouled everything up, I was so desperate to convince her that there

is a Santa Claus that I went to her school dressed up as Santa.

You dressed up as Santa?

Hey, don't look so surprised.

It was my finest hour.

You have no idea what it was like to see all those happy little faces.

I can imagine.

Anyway, it went off beautifully until my daughter told Santa that all she wanted

for Christmas was for him to bring her mother.

And you told her you would?

What else could I say?

Well, you could have said, Santa can't do everything.

I couldn't tell her that. Why not? It's the truth.

It's hard enough just taking toys to all the children without having to find

missing moms.

You don't need Santa.

You need the FBI.

I cried there.

And the police.

In fact, I've just come from the hospital where I was checking out

They said they'd found a woman named Susan that fit her description.

And it wasn't her mother?

Hardly. When I asked her if she was Susan Brewster, she replied, for $20,

be anyone you want me to be.

Oh, tough break.

So you see, if I don't produce her mother by tomorrow morning,

she'll never believe in Santa again.

It's hopeless.

Oh, no, no.

There's always hope.

You did a noble thing restoring those children's faith in Santa.

A lot of good it did.

More good than you'll ever know.

Christmas is a time of miracles.

Maybe Santa will bring her mother after all.

Beg pardon?

I said maybe Santa will bring her mother.

Sure.

Of course, you may be right.

Well, thank you very much for the tea.

I'd best be going along.

You know what your problem is?

Yes, I think I do.

You convinced your little girl that Santa would bring her mother.

The problem is you haven't convinced yourself.

I'll believe it when I see Susan Brewster in my apartment sitting at a

dinner.

After all, seeing is believing.

You've got that a little mixed up.

Where I come from, believing is seeing.

Ah.

Yes.

Before you go, I'd like to send something to your little girl.

It's a jewelry box.

All little girls love jewelry.

Oh.

I appreciate the thought.

But I hardly think a jewelry box replaces a mother.

Certainly not, but I'd really like her to have it on the house.

I assure you it's one of a kind.

I'm sure it is.

As you are yourself.

Thanks anyway.

And I really must go now.

Have a Merry Christmas, Henry.

Merry Christmas to you.

You know, it's funny.

I've lived in this neighborhood all my life, and I've never noticed that there

was an antique shop here before.

I guess you've never needed one before.

This is as hurry as I get.

Look, Santa was here. He brought me a bike and a dollhouse. And look, he

our stockings.

He sure did.

And I wonder where...

He's not here.

I guess Santa just wasn't able to find her.

I'm sure he tried as hard as he could.

But I don't understand.

He said all I had to do was believe.

And I did. I believed with all my heart.

I know you did.

So why didn't Santa do what he promised?

Why don't we open our presents?

Okay. Honey, this wasn't real. I made it myself.

Oh, I've been wondering what's in here.

Oh, my.

Look at this. Look at this wonderful, lovely, gorgeous... Pipe.

Pipe.

Oh, I love it.

I'll treasure it forever.

That present's for you.

Oh, it's heavy.

I love heavy presents.

Oh, neeker geeks. These are smash -a -roo.

You be careful with them, Pucky. I don't want you to go smash -a -roo.

I don't know.

I've never seen it before.

Drew Pansy from Santa?

What?

What is it?

It's true.

Let me see that.

My mom's jewelry box.

What are you talking about?

Look, there's her initials.

S .B.

Bruce and Bruce.

There are lots of people whose initials are S .B.

Well, there's only one way to prove it.

Listen to this.

The earrings I got for my mom are gone.

What? It can't be.

I think I know what happened.

For some reason, my mom wasn't able to come.

So she gave Santa the jewelry box to give to me.

And he gave her the earrings I got for her.

How did he know my name was Henry?

You were right all along, Henry.

All you have to do is believe.

Give me a number for Nick's Nook on Michigan Avenue.

No listing.

But I was there just last night. It's an antique shop.

Please check again.

I see.

Merry Christmas.

And listen to this.

Thanks, Santa.

Merry Christmas, everybody.