Editing Pooh's Adventures of Noelle/Transcript (section)

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*Meg Griffin: But, Dad, I still don't understand the whole female Santa Claus thing. How can a woman become Santa Claus instead of a man?
*Peter Griffin: Oh, there's lots of stories of that, Meg. In order for one to become Santa Claus, a man or a woman has a telepathy to know the name of every kid in the whole wide world. And one has to check the list twice to see who's been naughty or nice.
Ho, ho, ho.

If a child wakes up, try to coax them

gently back to sleep.

I want everyone

to double-check everything.

Mother.

Um...

I'm not sure about this.

You know how it works.

It fits you when you fit it.

Sweetie, you have nothing

to be nervous about.

Um, son,

why don't we go check the reindeer?

The reindeer? They have ticks.

- That's... Come on.

- It's not...

- Let's just go.

- No.

Come on. Go.

What're you doing? You know

Santa has to fly solo on Christmas Eve.

Force of habit.

Once a nanny, always a nanny.

Elf Polly.

Yes?

I don't know if I'm ready, Polly.

You know what I'm really scared of?

Some kid's gonna wake up, look at me,

and say, "You're not Santa."

From the first moment

that I held you in my arms,

I could see something in your eyes,

and I said to myself,

"This girl has The Twinkle."

You're ready.

Oh!

Pull yourself together.

Wait. Someone's missing.

Dude, this is supposed to be our song,

come on!

Okay, Snowy.

I need all the help I can get.

You're my guy, right?

Fly straight?

You're facing the wrong way.

I'm really glad it's not me.

On Snowcone!

Puffins, scatter!

No! Snowy! Snow...

All right.

We wish you a merry Christmas

We...

Did we miss Greece?

We're Jewish.

I'm sorry, Dad.

No, no, no, no.

Sorry, sorry, sorry. Go back to sleep.

- Seriously. Go back to... Oh!

- Ow!

Ma'am, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

No. Go back to sleep!

Hi.

She says, "Merry Christmas, Santa."

Santa?

Thank you, Michelle.

I needed that.

Now you go to sleep. Okay?

- Merry Christmas, Santa.

- Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, Santa.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Go to sleep. You go to sleep.

Sometimes, all you need

is a nice word from a friend

to make you feel comfortable

in your own boots.

But once that happened,

I was ready to go to work.

I went back to Greece,

and visited a few other places I'd missed,

and then I made sure to keep a promise

I'd made to Alex.

Oh, wow.

Your stop, I believe.

Yeah. Aren't you supposed to bring Alex

a Christmas present or something?

I did. He's sitting right next to me.

I don't know if this is a great idea.

I don't want my ex

and her husband to feel weird.

Traditions change. Right?

The new ones are scary.

But they might be great.

And if you know

what Christmas means to you,

the tradition's just the wrapping.

Christmas means spending time with Alex.

There you go.

That's jolly! Okay! Now get in there.

I'm serious. You get one ride. Get out.

- Go.

- Okay.

- Very busy. Very busy woman.

- Pushy Santa.

So, will I see you again?

Every December 24th.

I don't know what that is.

It's what you do when you think

someone's awesome.

Aw. Well...

- All right.

- Oh, right.

Got it.

Okay.

On Snowcone!

Merry Christmas!

Man, that's fun to say!

I was so happy that Jake

got to see Alex for Christmas.

- Merry Christmas!

- Dad!

I knew you'd come.

And Helen finally got her vacation.

And when Michelle and her mom

woke up the next morning,

they found a present under the tree

with a job listing

at a school for the deaf.

Oh, and an iPad. Obviously.

Dad always said you never forget

your first Christmas as Santa.

Okay, he said it to Nick,

but I overheard it,

and oh, my garland, was he right!

I hoped he'd be proud of me.

And I hoped everyone at home had

come around to the idea of a girl Santa.