[Schroeder] "'Twas the Nest Before Christmas."
[typing]
[squeals]
[bookbinding noises]
All right, here's the plan.
You wake me up as soon as it's morning, or I'll wake you up.
Whoever wakes up first.
Sally, it's getting late. You should get some sleep.
Who can fall asleep on Christmas Eve? It's not natural.
But if you don't sleep, Santa won't come.
Good point. What if you tell me a bedtime story?
Hmm.
Well, once upon a time there was, uh--
Um-- I guess I don't know any good bedtime stories.
"'Twas the Night Before Christmas.
Written by Snoopy, with a lot of help from Clement Clarke Moore."
Thanks, pal.
"'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the block
Not a creature was stirring, except for Woodstock."
[twittering]
"His stocking was hung off his nest
with great care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there."
[squeaks]
"The wee bird was snuggled up warm in his bed,
While visions of sugarplums danced in his head."
["Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" playing]
Wait a minute. Why would a bird dream about sugarplums?
Follow-up question. What's a sugarplum?
I suppose it's a plum with sugar.
That makes sense. What's a plum?
Uh, it's like a juicy prune.
I see. And a prune is?
Let's just get back to the story.
"When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Woodstock sprang from his nest to see what was the matter."
[squeaks]
"When what to his wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer."
[gasps]
"It was Santa and his crew, they actually came.
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
'On, Conrad! On, Bill! On, Roy! On, Harriet! On, Olivier! On, Fred!'"
Wait, go back.
What kind of reindeer name is Fred?
Whatever happened to Dasher or Dancer or Pretzel or Schnitzel?
I'm just reading what it says.
Remind me to write the author a strongly worded letter.
[sighs] As I was saying...
"St. Nicholas shouted, 'Let's deliver these gifts,
And since I can't fly, can you give me a lift?'"
[straining]
[murmurs]
[twitters]
"So up to the rooftop the reindeer they flew
With a sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too--"
[crashes]
"And what happened next on that wintertime roof
Was the prancing and dancing
of each tiny hoof."
So there's eight reindeer, Santa and a sled on one roof?
I hope someone got roof insurance.
[yawns] I don't suppose you're getting tired yet?
Not in the slightest.
[sighs]
"Woodstock watched in amazement,
not making a sound,
When down the chimney St. Nicholas went with a bound."
[groans]
[grunting]
[chattering]
[grunting]
[sighs]
[birds grunting]
[screams]
[straining]
[grunts]
[grumbles]
[chattering]
[grumbling]
[grumbling continues]
[gasps]
[squeals]
[Charlie Brown] "His eyes-- How they twinkled!
His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose a blackberry!"
[munching]
[screams, thuds]
Hmm?
[munching, gulping]
[squeaks]
"He had a big snout and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly."
[chortles]
[chuckles]
[gasps]
"He spoke not a bark, but went straight to work.
He filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk."
[door opens]
"Then laying his paw aside of his snout..."
[growls]
[birds grunting]
[whistle blows]
"He rose up with ease, to the rooftop and out."
[squeals]
"Woodstock heard him exclaim,
as he drove out of sight..." [yawns]
[Sally] "'Merry Christmas to all,
and to all a good night!'"
[Charlie Brown snoring]
Well, it was a good try, big brother.
[sighs] How am I going to get to sleep now?
Maybe a nice glass of milk.
[bells ringing]
[slurps, gasps]
[gasps]
He came! Santa came!
-Ooh. -[gasps]
[ringing continues]
[gasps]
[squeals, chatters]
-Whoa. -[Snoopy] Hmm?
Now we'll never be able to sleep!
[scatting]
[squeaks]
[Schroeder] "Happiness Is the Gift of Giving."
Hi, Sally. What are you doing?
I'm writing a letter to Santa.
For efficiency reasons,
I've broken it into the following categories:
dolls, toys and surprise me!
[shudders]
That's a very long list.
I've been a very good girl.
And there's no proof to say that I haven't.
[grunting]
[retches] There. It's all ready.
Can you be a good big brother and mail it for me?
[sighs]
Looking good, Santa.
Now, don't forget to get me that sled I asked for.
I want a baseball bat. Wood or aluminum.
I want a model rocket.
And I want a fishing rod.
I want a new book.
-I want some peat moss. -I want a grand piano.
I also want a new bookshelf.
I want world peace, or maybe a new sweater?
All I hear are the same two words
over and over.
Not "Merry Christmas,"
not "Happy holidays,"
just "I want. I want. I want."
Let me guess, you're writing a letter to Santa.
"A gold-plated dog bowl,
a motorcycle, an Olympic-sized swimming pool."
Do you really expect to get all of this?
Yes, you've been a good dog, but wouldn't it be better
if you were thinking more about giving than receiving?
[groans]
Anyway, that's what I think.
In fact, that's just what I'm gonna do.
I just need to think of something to give.
It doesn't need to be fancy, just something from the heart.
This is gonna be the greatest Christmas ever.
Hmm, what to give?
Greeting cards? Nah.
A poem? Nah.
Fruitcake? No.
[sighs] This is harder than I thought.
[bell tinkles]
Construction paper? Modeling clay?
[gasps] That's it.
We can make each of our friends their very own piece of art.
Great idea, boy.
[chortles]
Hmm.
[groans]
Clay can be tricky.
But with a little hard work... [grunts] ...you can make something special.
It's a mug.
Maybe it doesn't need a handle.
This is gonna be great. Let's get to work.
[chortles]
That's the last one.
I'm gonna call it "art from the heart."
That's the spirit.
There. Don't forget what we asked for, Santa.
[bell tinkles]
Ho ho ho!
Merry Christmas, Peppermint Patty. I made this especially for you.
Um, thanks, Chuck.
My pleasure.
Happy holidays, Franklin.
Wow. Thanks, Charlie Brown.
What is this thing? A paperweight?
Beats me. Mine's a baseball holder, right?
Uh, thanks, Charles. I could use one of these.
Yeah, thanks, Charlie Brown.
It's perfect for my, uh, collection.
Merry Christmas to all!
Maybe it's a rain catcher?
I think mine may be a doorstop.
I call it "art from the heart."
There's a hole in mine.
Yep.
Thank you, Charlie Brown. It sparks the imagination.
You're welcome, Linus. Happy holidays!
I feel great. I'm full of the spirit of giving.
[Lucy] "Art from the heart?" More like strain on the brain.
I don't understand. What is it? It's not a game. Can't play with it.
And yours has a hole in it.
Why would Charlie Brown give us this useless junk?
[whines]
[growling]
[shouts]
What's your problem?
He heard me?
[groans]
I just don't know what this is.
[inhales, blows]
[blows]
Wait a minute.
[jingles]
[playing off-key tune]
I've got an idea.
I guess my plan wasn't so good after all.
Rats.
[children playing "Jingle Bells"]
We like your art from the heart, Charlie Brown. It's so creative.
Really?
Hmm.
[blows, chuckles]
Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown!
[playing "Jingle Bells"]
[scatting]
[squeaks]
[Schroeder] "Do Not Open Until."
[shouts]
Santa won't have any problem finding your house this year.
Also, this just arrived for you.
But it says, "Do not open until Christmas."
So you'll have to wait one more night until--
[chortles]
Or you can open it now.
[sighs]
This one also says
you should absolutely not open it until--
[chortles]
["We Wish You a Merry Christmas" playing]
[murmurs]
Snoopy, I know you're excited
that it's Christmas tomorrow.
But if you open all your presents now,
you're not gonna have anything to open Christmas morning.
[grumbles]
But good news, there's another present for you.
-[gasps] -And this one's from me.
-Wait. Maybe I should keep this inside. -[groans]
I want you to have something to look forward to.
[grumbles]
Hmm.
Where can I hide Snoopy's present where he won't find it?
Nope.
Hmm, no.
Perfect.
-[shouts] -Is that for me, big brother?
It's for Snoopy. He keeps opening his presents early.
I want him to understand that some things are better when you wait for them.
Well, don't hide it in the closet. That's the first place I'd look.
How about that?
Wouldn't fool me.
Let's see. Suzy Snoozy sleep mask.
Suzy Snoozy flannel bathrobe... in powder blue with lavender trim.
But where is my--
-[Suzy Snoozy cries] Mama. -[gasps] Suzy Snoozy!
[Charlie Brown] Some things are better when you wait for them.
I should wait.
See you in the morning, Suzy Snoozy.
[sobbing] Mama.
[sighs]
[yawns]
[snores]
[sighs]
-[rumbling] -[groans]
[grunts]
[panting]
Hmm?
Whoo-hoo.
[screams]
[chortles]
[squeals]
[screams]
[sighs]
[squeals]
[door opens]
[sniffing]
[Suzy Snoozy crying] Mama.
-Shh! -Mama. Mama, mama, mama.
[crying continues]
-Mama. -[humming lullaby]
[Suzy Snoozy sighs]
Phew.
[gasps]
Aha!
[grumbles]
[sighs]
[sniffing]
[snoring]
[grumbles]
[snoring continues]
Mmm, we won. It's a Christmas miracle. [snores]
[gasps]
[snores, giggles]
[Snoopy grunts]
[Charlie Brown giggles]
[giggles]
[grunting]
Hmm. [snores]
[chortles]
I know how much you wanna open that present.
I used to be like you. But as my big brother says...
[Charlie Brown] If you open all your presents now,
you're not gonna have anything to open Christmas morning.
Have a seat.
We can wait for Christmas morning together.
[both snoring]
[Charlie Brown] Merry Christmas!
I see you found your present, Snoopy.
I'm proud of you for waiting.
You can open it now. I hope you like it.
[squeals]
Hmm.
[squeals]
[chortles]
-[chortles] -What kind of present is that?
It's a box, inside a box, inside another box, inside another bo--
Okay. I get the idea.
[Charlie Brown] There's nothing that Snoopy loves more than opening gifts.
It doesn't matter what's inside.
Merry Christmas, old pal.
-I knew it. -Mama.
Looks like it was definitely worth the wait.
I wonder if there's anything for me.
[train whistle blowing]
[gasps] Wait!
[panting] Wait for me!
[jazz playing]