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MRS. CLAUS: Santa was silent for a minute.

It just isn't natural for this time of year.

And you wanna take him back to Santa Claus.

What am I gonna do about those two?

Driving a... Riding a... Uh...

[SNOW MISER CACKLING]

Me? Up to something?

I'm scared to death.

Out doing another commercial for my brother?

SANTA [OVER PHONE]: Uh, hang up the harness in the big storeroom.

[STAMMERING] But, Santa, you must be kidding.

Well, well, well, if it isn't Mrs. Claus. Where's your husband?

SNOW MISER: My goodness, speak of the devil.

ALL: He's too much

Because Santa isn't coming this year.

Well, Mrs. Claus, how's your hubby?

- Right? BOTH: Right.

Now, let me see if I got this straight.

Reindeers, Santa Claus, elves.

MRS. CLAUS: Santa wanted to get Vixen out of that dog pound, and quick.

...and we can get on with Christmas as usual.

So this year, they brought Christmas to you.

i dare you to Google Claralaine and go to images

I wasn't sure I was doing the right thing.

And they had more fun that strange December, they said...

Well, heh, why don't you give the tutti-frutti snow cone...

We'll have you back on your own feet in no time. We'll have you back on your own feet in no time.

Anyone can be Santa

Oh, of course not, silly. Vixen went with them.

LONGGGG before Covid...

No wonder you got the shiver and shakes.

No sooner said than done, my little icicle.

The Miser brothers? Oh, dear. Oh, I forgot all about those two.

But I'll have a blue

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