Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, like, for instance, uh, if a little bit of northern territory were turned over to me.

By the big Borealis, by my maps and charts...

Here he comes now, the big ham.

...and that dog down at the pound is a reindeer.

Don't you dare make fun of Santa Claus like that.

Whatever I touch Turns to snow in my clutch

I admit I'm underfed But with a pillow from the bed

Away, Dasher! Away!

Hang your stockings and say your prayers 'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight

He's got a bag that's filled with toys For boys and girls again

Ignatius, was that you I heard sneeze?

Right here in Dixie

MRS. CLAUS: Well, I've heard the old people often say...

- But... - Tell it to the judge.

I believe in Santa Claus

BOTH: What? Cover the shelves?

Stop it, stop it! Stop it, stop it!

Thinking about you

Oh, ahem, uh, it was just one of the reindeer...

(chorus singing)

If he didn't get Vixen back to the North Pole fast...

So, boys, please!

Hmm. Unless, um...

[STAMMERING] We're not really...

I hate to do this to you, boys, but you leave me no choice.

JINGLE: Hi, Mrs. C. Where are we going? - To see Snow Miser.

And there we have instant Rover.

Did you ever hear of the curious, furious, fidgety year...

He thinks there's no Christmas spirit, no goodwill. Right?

Okay, what are you up to, Ma?

But Santa phoned the reindeer groom.

Aren't they supposed to be up north?

Oh, come now. If Santa stayed home, why, there'd be no Christmas.

Hear those sleigh bells jingle jangle What a beautiful sight

Yeah, what's the big deal?

- How about you? - Me?

[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

Ooh, poor thing. She's just not used to this weather.

- Take my socks off? - Just do as you're told.

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

CHILDREN: I'll have a blue Christmas

...getting himself some exercise, dear.

Mom, Dad, meet Mr. Claus.

Ooh! You think you're hot stuff just because Mother likes you best.

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SANTA: Well, look at this.

Now I'll have to go after them.

Well, I'm afraid he's got a pretty bad cold, Snowy.

Whatever I touch Starts to melt in my clutch

A Christmas Eve so sad

Thank you. Thank you. Uh...

Take down that straw man And bundle up for winter's worst