Santa Claus Is Comin' to Town

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.

Uh, my name's Special Delivery Kluger.

SD 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.

Uh-huh.

I thought so. And this one.

My turn.

Dear Santa, why do you come down the chimney when I'm asleep?

How about these?

Why do you have whiskers?

Why do you live at the North Pole?

Why do you leave presents?

Why do you always come on Christmas Eve?

Why do some people call you Kris Kringle?

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 wait.

He's got millions and millions of stockings

to fill on Christmas Day.

So you better write your letter now

and mail it right away.

Because he's getting ready

with his reindeers and his sleigh.

So you better watch out.

You better not cry you better not pout

I'm telling you why.

So you want to know all about Santa, huh?

Best place to start is at the very beginning,

when Santa was just a little baby.

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, Grimsley?

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."

Go, take the little, uh, baggage to the orphan asylum.

That's the proper place for foundlings, anyway.

Get the brat out of here.

Oh! The sleigh!

It broke away.

Oh, my goodness... Uh...

Where are you, baby Claus?

Oh, do come back. Come back!

Well, that strange wind

blew the little sleigh right up to the Mountain of the Whispering Winds.

Well, 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.

But 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.

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 name 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 is the best baby of them all, Wingle.

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!

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.

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.

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'm bigger,

I'll take them for you, Tanta Kringle.

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.

(SINGING) It's a difficult responsibility.

When you accept an appointment from His Majesty.

You must strive for just the perfect quality.

When you're the first toymaker to the king.

All the soldiers must stand erect.

For the kingdom they protect.

The balls must bounce much higher.

If they are to please His Royal Sire.

The ballerinas must pirouette.

Upon their musical toes.

And the clowns must make a king forget.

All his kingly woes.

It's a difficult responsibility.

When you accept an appointment from His Majesty.

You must strive for just the perfect quality.

When you're the first toymaker to the king.

All the sailboats must never sink.

And the dollies always blink.

The teddy bears be furry.

If they're to gain his royal curry.

The jack-in-the-boxes must always pop.

At every regal command.

And the kangaroos must learn to hop.

Into the prince's hand.

It's a difficult responsibility.

When you accept an appointment from His Majesty.

You must strive for just the perfect quality.

When you're the first toymaker.

To the king

So that's why he makes such wonderful toys?

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...

How to laugh.

Real hard and wonderful, like he meant it.

Ho-ho-ho-ho!

Well, years went by

and finally, Kris was a fine young man.

I'm a man now, Tanta.