Christmas spirit,
No matter
what you might think
Doesn’t
come in a bottle
It isn’t a
drink
It cannot
be supped
But can be
consumed
But its
presence
Cannot be
presumed
It must be
cherished
Where it is
found
Respectfully
nurtured
And then
spread around
Legendary Mousehole resident Tom Bawcock
Went out to
fish beneath a storm filled sky
To lift a
famine from the village, and to honour him
They hold
an annual festival and eat Stargazy pie
Horace McNickle (Edward Asner) is a cynical two-time felon serving prison time for counterfeiting, but his counterfeit money is hidden somewhere in a department store.
On the week before Christmas, he escapes from prison dressed as Santa
Claus and due to his uncanny resemblance to St. Nick as a result from his long
white beard and heavyset features he very much looks the part.
When Horace hides out from the police in a nearby suburban neighbourhood
he is befriended and helped by two local children who think he is the real
Santa Claus and he takes advantage of their naivety to help him get his booty
but he develops feelings for his two con victims and that make him slowly
comprehend the true nature of Christmas.
Rene Auberjonois and Fred Gwynne also star in this gem of a Disney
production.
Are you wearing a Christmas Cardigan?
Please tell
me you’re wearing it for a joke?
What do you
mean it’s comfortable?
Are you
that Val Doonican bloke?
Christmas is coming,
The stores
are getting fat
But no one
has put a penny
In this old
man’s hat;
There’s not
a single penny,
Or a
ha'penny to be seen,
I hate
Christmas shoppers
They’re so
bloody mean
Little child,
Lonely
child,
Face
pressed
Against the
glass
Breath
blooming,
On the
window pain
What do you
seek?
Outside in
the cold
In that
bleak winter scene
Do you
listen for sleigh bells?
Out in the
snow
Is it the
man in red?
You wait
alone for
Why do you
listen?
So intently
at the silence
What was that
sound?
Out in the
cold
Not sleigh
bells
No a car
door
Now a figure
appears
Who is it?
Not the man
in red
Little
child,
Lonely
child,
Is excited
now,
Rushes to
the door
Its daddy, its
daddy
Home at
last
She likes surprises
And at Christmas
even more
So I do
what I can
To give her
surprises galore
Each year
it gets harder
But I do
what I can
This year I
will tell her
I haven’t
always been a man
