Elf-Man

It never snows on Christmas any more.

Yeah.

Let's go get Daddy.

Dad! Dad!

Daddy!

Dad, let's go.

Time to decorate the tree.

Get the boxes from the attic. I'll be right there.

Hurry up. Granma's on the way.

Christmas ornaments.

Dad, we've got eggnog for you.

Follow me downstairs.

Look at this. Thank you.

Version TX-180. I think this might be the one.

- Okay, safety first. - Yeah.

Cross your fingers.

Yes!

It worked this time!

. Yay, Daddy.

This little chip generates enough electricity to power an entire house.

Dad, that's awesome.

But we've got to get the house decorated before Gramma gets here.

Oh, yeah. Okay, you guys go downstairs, get started.

I will be right there. Glasses back, please.

I might invest in that.

- Oh, really? That'd be fantastic. - ( Phone rings)

- Yeah, you never know. - I think it's a good idea.

- Eric. - Stu.

- My man. - You're not gonna believe this.

The TX-180 scores off the charts.

I am holding the future of renewable energy in my hand.

I knew you'd crack it. Did I ever lose faith?

Your investment made it possible, Stu.

Listen, you should really see it. I could meet you in town.

I'm sure it's amazing,

but we can't get into the patent office

until after the holidays.

Put it some-place safe and we'll catch up.

Stu, did you hear what I just said?

This thing changes everything.

It's Christmas Eve, Eric. Santa's on the way.

Merry Christmas.

Girls: Ho ho ho.

Okay, let's get this party started.

Eric: Have a bit of a mess, don't we?

I miss Mommy.

I know, pumpkin.

I miss her, too.

But we'll do our best to try to have a good Christmas this year.

Dad.

- Give me a hand with this. - Okay.

Here.

What's this, Dad?

Oh, wow.

I haven't seen that in years.

This is... this is my elf from when I was a kid.

He was my favourite.

Your favourite toy was a doll?

Yeah.

Oh, hey, Dad. That lady Amy from the butcher shop called.

Something about a ham.

Yes, the ham. Oh, the ham.

- Mm. - ( Horn honks)

Both: Gramma's here!

- Kasey: Merry Christmas, Gramma. - Oh, hon.

Here's my two favourite grand kids.

I'll carry these.

No peeking, no shaking.

Hi, Mom. Merry Christmas.

Where are you off to in such a hurry?

I've got to do some last minute stuff. You think you can handle these two?

I think I can handle them. I handled you, didn't I?

Nothing could be worse.

Hey, listen, okay? Gramma's in charge, all right?

I'll be right back and we'll finish trimming the tree.

- Thanks. - Bye, son.

Gramma: Would you take those inside now

and I'll bring the car in the garage.

Okay...

Gramma, let me give you hand with this.

Oh, thanks, hon. I appreciate it.

- Here's your cane, Gramma. - Thank you, sweetheart.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, what a lovely tree.

Dad was busy, so we aren't finished decorating it.

Oh, well. Let's get right back to it.

You can go ahead and take those things out.

This one's for me.

Uh-huh, but you can't open it till morning.

Can we open one tonight?

I have one, just one,

that we can open right now.

Both: Goody, goody, goody!

Gramma's famous fruitcake.

Wow, Gramma.

Awesome.

We should really save this for a special occasion.

But it's Christmas.

I mean, a really special occasion like my birthday.

Next August?

Exactly.

Let's see. There we go.

We're recording live from the down-town Christmas procession.

Where good cheer is in great abundance.

Wait, this just in.

Wow, did you hear what I heard?

The Air Force tracking station in Kenosha, Wisconsin,

ls reporting a strange object in the sky.

Yeah, this is incredible.

Apparently, this object is coming down from the North Pole.

Choir: .' And a partridge in a pear tree .'

HEY...

- Eric. - Hi.

- Hi. - I'm sorry I'm late.

- I've just been crazy busy with work. - Oh, it's not a problem.

'Tis the season.

I have your order right here.

Um, how are you?

- Great. Yeah. - How are things?

Good. Yeah.

- Your kids? - Oh, they're great. Yeah.

Well, I'm... you know, this time of year is always a little tough.

Of course. That's understandable.

Yeah. The decorations look amazing.

You guys do an awesome job with the shop.

- It's all her doing. - Oh.

- Oh! - Ah, thanks.

Thank you. Wow.

- Merry Christmas, Amy. - Merry Christmas.

- To you and yours. - Thanks.

- Amy. - Is the ham okay?

Oh, uh, yes. It's... yeah.

Look, I know it's Christmas Eve

and you probably have plans with family or...

Actually, I don't.

Oh, well, if you'd like,

you could maybe stop by.

We're just having Christmas dinner with the family.

You know, the kids and my mother.

And she can be kind of a handful, but maybe you...

- That'd be nice. - Oh.

Well, we're having ham this year instead of turkey.

I know.

Right.

Except...

we're open late and I took the whole shift.

Oh, well, no problem.

- I mean, you could... - I really would like to.

Well, you could stop by whenever.

I mean, the door is open. You know, we'll be up.

We'll be trimming the tree and making cookies

and, you know, Christmas.

It's so sweet of you to ask.

Oh.

- Merry Christmas. - Yeah, Merry Christmas.

- Ahem. - Oh, Mr. Glavenstein.

I'll have Mr. Pickerini's turkey ready in a minute.

- Go. - But there's no one else here.

Merry Christmas.

Now get out of here before I change my mind.

Happy Hanukkah, Mr. Glavenstein.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Hanukkah'-5 over. Go.

- Go. - Mwah!

Man: Pardon me, Professor Harper.

Gramma.

Gramma!

Where's Dad?

I'm sure he's busy

getting presents for a certain good boy and little girl.

Probably still at the butcher shop.

- Huh? - He thinks the butcher's cute.

Mr. Glavenstein?

No, the lady butcher.

Her name is Amy.

Oh, really?

He said he'd be back to finish decorating the tree.

And bake cookies.

But I already baked you cookies.

Oh, it's 3:00. Time for bed.

Are you serious? Dad always lets us...

Whoa. No smart talk from you, young man.

You take your plate to the kitchen.

Go brush your teeth.

Or Santa Claus won't come.

Lights out in five minutes.

- March. - Ryan: This stinks.

Why the glum face, sweetie?

This is the worst Christmas ever.

I don't know about that.

Why does Daddy hate Christmas?

Oh, honey, he doesn't hate it.

It's just that this time of year brings up a lot of memories.

For me, too.

Of course.

Do you know this once belonged