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MRS. CLAUS
Eat, Papa, eat.
SANTA CLAUS
How can I eat? That silly elf song is driving me crazy.
MRS. CLAUS
You're going to disappoint the children. They expect a fat Santa.
0
SANTA CLAUS
[after "We are Santa's Elves"] Well, it needs work. I have to go.
MRS. CLAUS
[to the Head Elf] What does Papa know? It's beautiful! You keep it just the way it was.
MRS. CLAUS
Papa? Papa!
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SANTA CLAUS
[examining the weather report that one of the elves gave him] Well, this is it. The storm won't subside by tonight. We - we'll have to cancel Christmas.
MRS. CLAUS
[sympathetically] Papa, are you sure?
SANTA CLAUS
[crushed] Everything's grounded. Aw, the poor kids, they've been so good this year, too. But I couldn't chance it. I'll have to tell everybody that it's all off this year.
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MRS. CLAUS
Papa, you haven't touched a morsel. I'll have to take this suit in. Eat!
SANTA CLAUS
I'm busy, Mama. It's almost Christmas.
MRS. CLAUS
Whoever heard of a skinny Santa? Eat. Eat!