Santa Claus Is Comin' to Town

Man: Today, children everywhere

are making preparations for an event

of world-shaking significance...

The annual visit of Santa Claus.

Informed sources report legions of junior citizens

are making monumental efforts not to cry

and not to pout.

Meanwhile, letters by the thousands

have been flooding postal facilities

at the North Pole.

Doggone thing always conks out when you...

Well, hello there!

My name's special delivery Kloogle...

S.D. for short.

Oh, I've got lots of letters for Santa today,

and every year, they're the same.

Some ask for toys, but a lot ask questions.

Like, you take this one. I bet one of you wrote it.

Child: "Dear Santa, why do you wear a red suit?"

Uh-huh. I thought so. And this one...

Child: My turn. "Dear Santa,

"why do you comedown the chimney

when I'm asleep?"

How about these?

Child: Why do you have whiskers?

Boy: Why do you live at the North Pole?

Boy: Why do you leave presents?

Girl: Why do you always come

on Christmas Eve?

Girl: Why do some people call you Kris Kringle?

Children: Why? Why?

Now, hold on, hold on!

I can answer all your questions

because I know everything about Santa.

Now, Santa is a busy man.

He has no time to play.

He's got millions and millions of stockings

to fill on Christmas day.

So you'd better write your letter now

and mail it right away,

because he's getting ready

with his reindeers and his sleigh.

So you want to know all about Santa, eh?

Best place to start is at the very beginning,

when Santa was just a little baby.

Child: You mean, Santa was once...

A baby?

Of course. Everybody's got to be a baby

at least once in their lives.

Now, this was years and years ago...

Oh, way back.

In one of the northern countries,

there was a small city called Sombertown.

It was a cold, cold place which shivered in the shadows

of the strange Mountain of the Whispering Winds.

Now, the main reason for all this gloom

was the mayor... a mean old grouch of a fellow

who was known as Burgermeister Meisterburger.

Herr Burgermeister! Herr Burgermeister!

Look what was discovered on your front stoop!

What? What, Grimsly?

The milk? The daily paper?

No, sir... a baby!

Oh, is that all?

A baby?!

And there's a note.

"Please, sir, take care of my child,

and protect him from the dangers

of the Mountain of the Whispering Winds.

He will be exceptional

if only given the love he needs."

I, Burgermeister Meisterburger,

take care of a baby?

Outrageous! What's its name?

This is the only clue, sir.

It says, "Claus."

Oh, take the little baggage to the orphan asylum.

That's the proper place for foundlings, anyway.

Get that brat out of here!

Oh! The sleigh... it broke away!

Oh, my goodness!

Where are you, baby Claus?

Oh, do come back! Come back!

Narrator: Well, that strange wind blew the little sleigh

right up to the Mountain of the Whispering Winds.

For, you see, that Mountain was the home

of the awful, the terrible...

Oh, I hate to even say his name!

That Mountain was the home of the...

Winter Warlock...

The strange hermit of the north

who lived alone in a ghostly palace of ice,

practicing his strange spells and snowy incantations.

The animals knew they had to hide that baby, and fast.

They knew where that baby belonged,

so, quick as they could, they started on their way.

Child: Where? Where?

Well, you see,

just beyond the Mountain was Rainbow River Valley,

and there, by a bend in the magical stream,

was the home of a jolly family of little people...

Elves, you might call them.

Kringle was their name.

The door was answered by an elf named Dingle...

Dingle Kringle, to be precise.

Yes? Who's there?

There's who? Ooh!

Wiggle my ears and tickle my toes!

Methinks I see a baby's nose!

It's more than a nose.

There's a whole baby attached to it!

Better call my brothers.

Wingle! Bingle!

Tingle! Zingle!

What is it, Dingle?

It's a baby, Zingle.

A baby what, Wingle?

A baby baby, Tingle.

I like babies, Bingle.

Our baby's the best baby of them all, Wingle.

Narrator: They brought the little fella

to the elf queen, Tanta Kringle.

A baby! What a splendid idea!

He shall live with us and sleep with us

and drink warm cocoa with us.

What will we call him, Tanta Kringle?

His license says, "Claus."

Unusual name.

However, we shall call him Kris...

Kris Kringle.

Narrator: Well, those little Kringles

took that baby to their hearts.

Soon as he was old enough, they set up a little school

and taught him all the important things...

How to read and write and talk

and count stars on a crystal night,

and how to make toys.

Child: Make toys?

Oh, sure.

That was the Kringles' main occupation.

They were toymakers.

The only problem

was there were no children to give them to.

You remember, Sombertown was on the other side

of the Mountain of the Whispering Winds,

and the little elves just couldn't make it

past the Winter Warlock.

So...

The toys kind of stacked up some.

It's really quite sad.

We will never be able

to transport our toys

over the mountain.

Someday, when I am bigger,

I'll take them for you, Tanta Kringle.

Oh, that will be the day!

We will be great toymakers again, as we once were.

When was that, Tanta?

Oh, years and years ago.

The Kringles were world-renowned,

for, you know, we were the very first royal toymakers...

The first toymakers to the King.

Child (voice-over): So that's why he makes

such wonderful toys.

Narrator: That's why.

The Kringles taught him everything they knew.

Of course, Kris had other teachers...

The animals.

But the seals taught him the most important things...

How to have fun and...

Ho ho ho ho!

Ho ho ho ho!

How to laugh...