Mrs. Christmas (2025) Movie Script
Confrontation in a relationship
is everything.
Because our goal is to mend things.
Dialogue is the solution.
Here we go.
These are two puppets who represent you.
Let's have them talk.
But not...
No. More like...
They'll have to keep calm.
Here you go.
It's a serious thing. Trust me. Trust me.
No, no. It's fine.
Let's introduce ourselves.
Hello, my name is Margaret, and my husband
is having a mid-life crisis.
My name is Nicholas, I'm not having
a crisis, and I'm not middle-aged.
He always plays video games
and has also bought a motorbike.
I'm unhappy.
But who is happy?
- Are you happy, Doctor?
- I get by. The puppets, please.
Christmas makes me depressed.
- Unfortunately, though, he is Father Chr...
- Tired.
She meant "tired."
You are tired? I manage everything.
I take care of our house and our kids.
I'm the assistant chief at our company.
I sort his mail, and let me tell you,
in his case, it's no walk in the park.
- You want to do it all by yourself.
- You've never thanked me.
- And you've never apologized!
- And I've asked you to keep calm.
Let's breathe.
Let's relax.
He behaves like a child.
But I already have two other kids at home.
Do not listen to her.
She always wants the last word...
"Nicholas, do this. Nicholas, do that."
"Nicholas, come to therapy."
I didn't even want to come.
No offense. God forbid.
Do you think I like doing your job?
I had other ambitions.
I didn't want to be
the assistant of Father Christmas.
Why did you mention "Father Christmas?"
Why did you say that?
When she is upset,
she calls me Father Christmas.
And when... during our intimacy,
she calls me "Bear." You know?
She has her own...
You can say anything here, you know?
It's called professional confidentiality.
We're paying a fortune. Right?
So, we know we have
to deal with Mr. Nicholas's burnout.
- Yes.
- And with the slight psychotic delirium
- of Mrs. Margaret.
- Bravo.
- Delirium? Me?
- Yes, but you can get over it.
You called me "Father Christmas."
Doctor, do I look
like Father Christmas to you?
He has to go through a transformation.
Well...
I didn't think about that.
Yes, because his heart lights up.
He grows a big belly,
he grows a beard, his hair...
Turn into him. Show her!
Oh, what a shame. Time is up.
So, I guess you'll turn into him
some other time.
- Okay, Nicholas? I'll wait for you.
- Sure. Thanks again.
- Elfhonse, tell me.
- Margaret.
Make sure to be on time tomorrow.
We'll start with a bang.
Look, is Klaus XVI there with you?
Yes, he's here. Don't worry.
We wouldn't want
Father Christmas to disappear.
MRS. CHRISTMAS
ALARM
SNOOZE
Star, Flash, wake up!
Star.
Star, wake up.
Okay, okay, now I'm waking up.
Why do you have to kick me like that
every morning?
Flash, are you playing video games
first thing in the morning?
You're exactly like your father.
I have to beat his record, Mom.
I can't be humiliated by a boomer.
Whatever. Now eat. Eat, please.
What's with that sweatshirt?
This sweatshirt is begging for mercy.
It's about to walk by itself
to the washing machine.
- Shall we wash it?
- I'm against wasting water.
I beat Father.
Right. Father is missing.
Get up, come on.
Nicholas.
MARGARET MORETTI
INVENTOR OF THE YEAR
Nicholas.
The golden butterfly.
Watch out for the black caterpillar.
What black caterpillar? I'm your wife.
Here. Hey, hey. I'm here, I'm here.
Darling.
- Hi.
- Kids are ready.
- Let's go. We are ready.
- Can I use my motorbike?
Can't you see how scruffy you look?
You can't use your motorbike.
This car is a garbage can.
Maybe I should wash it.
Well, yes. You have been saying it
for... five years?
Yeah?
No!
You have choir at 5:30 p.m. today.
- Father, it's my turn. Come on.
- Here.
- Star?
- Yes.
Make sure you come back on foot.
If we had a mobile phone,
maybe you wouldn't worry that much.
Not the mobile phone again.
We've grown up without it,
and we were grand. Right, Nicholas?
- Nicholas!
- Sure.
Yes, but I'm the only one at school
not to have one.
And you can't ask
Father Christmas for it. How fun.
You know what we think about it.
What difference would it make?
We can't have friends either.
I've never said that. I'm just saying
it is different for you, because...
Because your family
is a bit different, you know?
Star, our favorite song.
It's cringe.
Mom! Mom!
Leave us at the corner.
- I don't want to make a bad impression...
- Star!
...hand in hand...
I told you to leave us at the corner.
You never listen to me.
Come on, what difference does it make?
Flash.
I hate you.
Star.
- Bye, Mom.
- Bye, sweetheart. Watch out!
Klaus, Assistant Chief.
You are a bit late.
Coffee?
Thank you.
That's good. That's good. Come on.
Keep going. Keep going.
Come on, pass it. Spike it.
So, how is it going?
Everything is fine.
We've reached 2,357,000,000.
We just half a billion short.
Great.
Polish it up, okay? Thank you.
- Coat.
- Coat.
- Chief.
- Here comes the nagger.
- Chief. Chief.
- I'll deal with it.
Hi, Elfius. Tell me.
Yes, I just wanted to tell him
we're very late with the yearly inspection
of the reindeer.
I know.
So, there's hoof polishing,
horn velveting,
crash tests, and a breathalyzer
to check if they can fly.
So?
So, a simple workelf like me,
even if awarded "Elf of the Year,"
can't approve such important procedures.
We need the chief's great Golden Stamp!
I know. I'll do it.
No! It's mine.
I said I'll take it.
I'll take it.
- I'll do it.
- No, it's mine.
- Wait here.
- I won't move.
I have no doubts.
What is happening here?
No, don't stop right now...
Darling.
Darling.
- You're wearing kajal.
- No. Just a little.
What are you doing?
What am I... This is my new band.
The Christmallica.
We could play tonight
at the Christmas Village.
Yeah?
Since when does Father Christmas
have a band?
I'm also the first one with wife and kids.
This is not a good time. It's not.
Where is the Golden Stamp?
I don't know. I don't know.
Could you help me find it?
Elfius is breathing down my neck.
Ouch.
- Here it is.
- Is that it?
Darling, darling.
Do I really have to come
to the Christmas Village?
I'm having a burnout.
The puppet therapist confirmed it.
- Listen.
- What?
You work one month per year. One!
Yes, but on December 24th, I'll complete
a world tour in just 12 hours.
It's stressful, isn't it?
You want to talk to me about stressful?
I mean, I work.
I'm a working woman,
and I have two young kids.
- Don't make me angry!
- No.
Don't make me angry.
We also play other genres.
Go back to work!
How stressful...
What is this?
"Shine again."
It's wonderful.
BOOKED
It's really depressing, Nicholas.
- Who is it?
- You're a shadow of yourself.
And I'll say... quite tipsy.
I could smell mead from a mile away,
even without my little pinched nose.
Hello, Befana.
Depressed, tired, sluggish...
Why won't you leave Christmas to those
who still believe in it?
Because Father Christmas is at the top
of the kids' approval ratings,
while they're afraid of you.
Thank goodness.
Let me remind you, though,
that unlike him,
I'm meritocratic.
I distinguish between
good and naughty children.
And Father Christmas is democratic.
Indeed, everyone loves him.
How sad.
Wife.
Secretary, lawyer, caregiver.
- Caregiver...
- A great woman,
behind a small man.
You were such a promising toy maker.
Inventor, please.
It must be frustrating
living in the shadow of Father Christmas.
I don't know, you tell me.
But I'm not his wife. Thank goodness.
The truth is you're jealous of our family.
I could only be jealous
of a happy family, my dear.
What an interesting exchange of views.
But children are waiting,
we should inaugurate.
- That's right.
- I'll go, with your permission.
With your permission.
- Darling.
- Hurry up, turn into him.
Put this thing here.
- Put it... Here.
- Hurry. Yes.
I have to tell you something important.
I booked a weekend
in a wonderful spa, just for you and me.
- Yeah? When?
- Now!
- Now?
- Yes!
So, we'll start doing our things again.
I really miss that.
Nicholas, is it really the time for that?
- Is it?
- Why?
There're kids out there
who're waiting for you. Hundreds of them.
I can't do it.
Come on, Nicholas. Stop this nonsense.
Pretend like everyone else does.
- Put on a nice smile.
- They will know I'm not well.
I can't feel the Christmas spirit anymore.
It's all a business, it's stressful...
I can't do it.
You're the chosen one.
Chosen by the magical world.
It's the law of the twinkle of the heart.
It doesn't work anymore.
It beats like mine does.
Come on, turn into him.
Come on, come on, come on.
Okay, I'll try.
This makes me
more and more tired every time.
- The last touch.
- I'm tired.
- What is it? Wait.
- It's all right.
Here. Great. Now eat. It's getting late.
- Yes.
- Eat.
Give me a hand, give me a hand.
Here we go, everything is ready.
The kids are waiting.
Is that sugar?
Go, Elfho. Go.
Go. I'll go.
Go, go.
Let me check something...
- Come on. Go, go, go.
- This way.
Something to say about Christmas?
Go Christmas, go Christmas...
- Here.
- Stand closer.
Give us a nice smile, Father Christmas.
Yes. Elfhonse!
Yes. This way, Klaus.
- What are these?
- Magic scissors.
- Pathetic.
- Hateful.
- Old fart.
- Jealous much?
You should be in hospice.
Scissors.
- Here.
- Hand.
Give us a smile.
- Befana...
- Is it true, Father Christmas?
No strength. Nothing.
No, Klaus. The throne is that way.
Airhead.
Befana, thank you for coming.
See you on January 6th,
the last day of Christmas Village.
See you at Epiphany.
- What about some plastic surgery?
- Befana, how old are you?
So stressful.
Bye-bye.
Are you looking at my lady?
Boo.
See you on January 6th.
Go!
Hello, Father Christmas.
Are you the real one?
It's on the board outside. Can't you read?
No, I'm five.
I learned at three.
You're not that nice.
Go back to your daddy. Go, go.
Andrea, what happened?
How long is this line?
I would really like a dinosaur.
They are extinct.
Humanity will face that soon, too.
He should just
grant their wishes and smile.
Is that so hard?
Just grant their wishes and smile.
I'm so nervous and stressed.
But where...
Here.
What would you like for Christmas?
- A supercar.
- Would you like a driver, too?
What is he doing?
What is that?
This is some magical juice.
It makes me feel the Christmas spirit.
Dad, he stinks like Uncle.
So, ask your uncle to buy you a supercar.
Why are you here
if you don't feel like working?
Actually, I didn't want to come.
I'll slit your throat.
You scare me so much, Margaret.
Next.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- What would you like for Christmas?
- Can I see my mom again?
You'll see her
when you get back home, right?
No, she's in Heaven.
Will I ever see her again?
No, he's going away.
Where is he going?
Where are you going?
Wait, wait.
- He's running away. Maybe to the toilet.
- Sure. With his motorbike?
That's weird.
You won't believe what happened
at the Christmas Village.
Well, yeah.
I've seen it all on the magic table.
Anyway, I've filmed it all.
Good boy.
I've always underestimated you, Toyboy.
You're so beautiful.
In both versions.
I know.
Your hat is so sexy.
Go to you room, now.
Put yourself in vibration mode
and wait for me there.
And don't take that off.
At your command, Sabrina.
Nicholas.
Nicholas.
I know, Margaret.
Writing a letter is for cowards.
But if I talk, you won't listen.
I guarantee you,
it's awful to have the responsibility
of such an important event as Christmas.
And to spoil it, just because
your heart has stopped working.
I was born Nicholas,
and they elected me Klaus XVI.
The world calls me "Father Christmas."
I have three names,
but yet I don't know who I am.
Forgive me, if you can,
and read this letter to our children.
They have to understand
that parents are not superheroes.
Nicholas. Klaus. Father. Bear.
THE ELFISH NEWS
KLAUS XVI LEAVES THE CHRISTMAS VILLAGE
Have you seen that?
Well, yes. They wrote so many things.
They believe he is mentally unstable.
- We're facing a shitstorm.
- A what?
A shitstorm. A... A... A storm.
Actually, no, no, no. A blizzard, yes. A...
- A blizzard of shi...
- Okay. That was clear.
How is Klaus?
Mom, it's late.
- Yes...
- I'm starving.
Klaus has had a nervous breakdown,
and a burnout.
So?
So, we'll put out a press release.
Yes, but what are we gonna write?
What are we gonna write?
That Father Christmas
has the right to be depressed!
Yes, I get it, Margaret, but...
- Is it the Assistant Chief?
- Yes.
I need the Golden Stamp
for the sleigh's inspection.
Shall we do it another time?
- It's for the sleigh.
- We'll do that later.
Are you sure everything is okay?
Everything is under control.
Okay.
What about Father?
Father went to the office by motorbike.
Where is breakfast?
We'll have it at the bar.
Have a good day.
- Thank you.
- Bye, Mom.
Bye, Flash.
Be good.
Father Christmas went nuts.
How lame and pathetic. What a loser.
They don't know a thing about Father.
Who did you call "a loser"?
Flash!
I'm really worried.
Chief!
- Where's the chief?
- I don't know.
Dear workelfs, everything is okay.
Calm down.
Don't worry, because...
Don't believe
what you read in the papers.
Those are lies, it's not true.
Klaus is very upset about it.
He came to work early.
What is he doing? Or saying?
Shall we ask him? Let's do that.
Klaus!
You've been here since this morning.
That's why you didn't have any breakfast.
He said he has been working since dawn.
He's very tired.
Please, don't make any noise.
Let's eavesdrop.
Ah, sure, Klaus.
Of course. You're very kind.
And he also said that everything
would go down the drain without me.
It's time to work your shifts.
Great, have you heard that?
To your shifts! Now.
- Be joyful, cheerful, and smile. Come on.
- Go, go, go.
- Elfius, go on.
- I need the Golden Stamp for the sleigh.
You've been working here for ages.
You were here
when the American Klaus was in charge.
He was so much fun.
Assistant Chief, no! Assistant...
Take these to 14,326.
Colonel Azzato, please.
Welcome.
Good evening. Hello. I have a reservation.
We were waiting for you, Nicholas.
How do you know my name?
I read it on your booking form,
in your email.
- Sure.
- And you came to the right place.
Here, your soul
will be enlightened with immensity.
And your heart will shine again.
Your face looks familiar.
No.
I'm quite well-unknown.
- Shall I take him to his room?
- No, stay here
- and take care of the reception.
- Sure.
- I'll take you to your room.
- Thank you.
- Come, we're almost there.
- Yes.
- You're tall, though.
- Yes.
A tall drink of water.
Let me go through the rules
of our establishment with you.
They are few, and very simple.
Here we are.
So, here, at our facility,
you're free to do whatever you want.
You can have a Turkish bath or a sauna.
You can also go cucumberish.
- What is that?
- Putting cucumbers on your face.
Cucumbers everywhere.
You can also get a hot stone massage.
We do it in another way, from far.
We call it "stoning."
If you want to get waxed as well,
it becomes "stone waxing."
- Does it hurt?
- No.
You would do it once for all.
And a sine qua non rule
is that you can't use
your mobile phone in our spas.
What if I need to call my kids?
Just in case of a real emergency.
You can give it to me.
- Here is your key.
- Yes.
Are you sure we have never met?
Have you ever been to Genoa?
- Yes.
- I haven't. See? It's impossible.
- Call me if you need me, please.
- Thank you. Goodbye.
Hello. This is Nicholas.
Leave a message after the beep.
Nicholas, for crying out loud!
Nicholas?
Good morning.
Befana.
What are you doing here?
Sabrina, please.
Didn't you come by broom?
I'm recharging it. And it's good
to do some exercise from time to time.
I'm about 1,000 years old, after all.
Klaus XVI?
He's busy.
Doing what?
Getting drunk?
Attacking kids and running away
on a motorbike?
Disappearing?
Everyone has the right to be depressed.
Margaret, let me take care of Christmas
while Nicholas is getting over it.
Nicholas is perfectly fine.
You'll see him when we light the tree
on December 8th.
I don't know. He was in a pretty bad shape
on that video.
Let's cut to the chase. What do you want?
I'll only speak to Klaus XVI.
This time, you'll have to talk to me,
the Assistant Chief, and his wife.
Shall we let everybody know
Father Christmas has a wife?
You can't break
the rules of the magical world.
Not to spoil Klaus XVI's reputation.
Klaus XVI is the one
who's spoiling his own reputation.
Goodbye.
You're doing it only
to get your hands on Christmas, right?
Do you think I'm that mean?
I do.
And you're right.
Elfhonse!
Elfhonse!
Why has he left?
He's lost the Christmas spirit.
Yes, but he'll be back on 8th December
to light the tree.
- I'm not sure.
- You're not?
Great.
We need a replacement.
- An actor?
- No, not an actor.
They could recognize him.
We need someone who looks like Nicholas,
or someone better than Nicholas.
- Let's head back in.
- Let's head back in.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Not bad, huh?
What? Whom?
This facility. Do you like it?
Well, sure. Of course.
What happens in our facility
stays in our facility.
What should happen?
What...
Well, you know...
Hello.
What happened to your eye, Flash?
The principal tried to call you.
Flash was in a fight.
- With whom?
- What happened to Father?
We watched the video at school.
It's fake news, guys.
You can't believe that nonsense.
Dad has gone to inspect
the reindeer, as usual.
Why didn't he tell us?
He had to leave in a hurry.
This morning, you told us
that he went to the office early.
Because he had forgotten the Golden Stamp
and had to come back.
That's it.
You know your dad. He forgets things.
You're divorcing, aren't you?
No.
No, no. Absolutely no, guys.
See? I told you.
Can we call him, Mom?
No, there is no network where he is now.
Help me set the table. It's getting late.
I'm not hungry. I'll go to my room.
Star!
Pizza?
Oh, how nice. Thank you. Thank you.
No, I've seen worse.
Very nice. Nice beard.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Look at his eyebrows. Thank you.
Don't you have anything in red?
All right, thank you.
Thank you.
How many of you are here?
- So?
- We have many candidates.
- Good, right?
- Yes.
This is too fashionable.
This one is too skinny.
This one looks crazy.
Where did you get them?
Couldn't we call Father Christmas back?
The real one.
It's not that simple.
Of course it is. Just make up.
Look, Elfhonse, things don't work that way
among us humans.
- No?
- No.
In relationships,
you need to keep your cool.
And the other one is always wrong.
Margaret, you should ask for help
in these kinds of situations.
- Help?
- Yes, help.
I don't need any help. I'm determined,
organized, and practical.
I just need one fool
who would put that red jacket on,
sign the confidentiality agreement,
and accept cash. Have I made myself clear?
Very.
Great. Let's start.
At your command.
Please, gentlemen.
Easy. Easy. One at a time.
Good morning.
Action.
Please, not the ears.
- No.
- No.
From bottom to top.
Get closer.
Do you pay off the books?
Thank you.
Start filming.
Next. Thank you.
I like this one.
What do you mean? Am I hired?
It's him.
Come on! Go me!
I knew it. I got up this morning,
and said, "You're going to fool them all."
Did you like me?
- His name is Nando.
- The name is questionable.
- The rest is unacceptable.
- I don't agree.
Margaret.
At first glance,
he could look like Nicholas.
But he's scruffy.
And when he talks...
Have you designed these toys?
Yes, but put it back on the shelf.
- They are really cool. Darn.
- Thank you.
- You even got a prize.
- Yes, I know.
Put it there. Great. Do not touch it.
Who are we kidding?
Everyone.
I'll take care of him. I'll train him.
Trust me.
I will.
Bravo.
- Dear Nando...
- Yes?
Klaus.
Where are you?
Maybe there is no network.
It's like he isn't reachable.
Strange.
Normally, his heart has always reception.
I'll get back to it.
Sorry I'm late.
Did we have an appointment?
No.
But we are both alone,
so we could eat together.
But, if you prefer, I'll leave.
No, I'm happy
to have some company. No problem.
- Sure?
- Of course. Sure.
- Please.
- Okay.
Wait, sorry.
Can you hold this?
Sorry about that. Thank you.
Thanks. They make me itchy.
They're very uncomfortable.
Sure.
I'm starving.
I think I'll take...
I don't know. One of each.
- You?
- I'm not sure. Maybe quinoa and carrots.
Well, detoxing is trendy, but...
You live only once, right?
Well, sure. Indeed.
- Are you ready to order?
- Yes, please.
Yes.
Give it to me. Thank you.
Wait.
To quinoa.
- Arriba, abajo.
- Arriba, abajo.
- Al centro, pa' dentro.
- Al centro, pa' dentro.
Let's drink.
To us.
- Hi, kids.
- Hello.
- A statement to the press?
- Father Christmas is here!
Later, thank you.
- Father Christmas is here!
- Fix your beard.
- Follow him!
- Hello, Father Christmas!
- Film everything!
- Straight to the tree, come on.
Don't stop.
- Can I have an autograph?
- He's just got here.
Later, later.
Dad, why is Father Christmas
wearing sunglasses?
Because he has an eye infection.
You know, the sleigh,
the ozone, the fine dust.
- Hello.
- Merry Christmas!
Straight to the tree,
straight to the tree.
- Father Christmas!
- Hello!
I want a lot of presents.
Let's see what I can do.
Here're the money the tooth fairy left me.
Do you need any of it?
Sure, you toothless cutie.
I'm hungry and in need. Here.
- Give me that.
- He gave it to me.
- Don't you dare.
- He gave it to me!
He's decked out.
Come on. Lift me up. Hurry.
Everything is all right.
Merry Christmas.
So, kids,
shall we light up this tree?
Yes!
Shall we start our countdown?
- Yes!
- Yes!
- Five! Four!
- Five! Four!
- Three!
- Three!
- Two!
- Two!
- One!
- One!
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas!
- Sorry to trouble you.
- Yes?
- We are closing.
- Are you...
Why? What time is it?
- It's quite late.
- I'm sorry.
Come.
Come, come.
What is it?
I have an idea.
What is it?
Have you ever robbed a place?
How do you mean?
It's a bit late...
- No.
- Maybe it's time to...
- To go to bed.
- Wait.
You're a mysterious man.
Something is bothering you.
You can tell me. I'm a great listener.
Well, my heart is broken,
and I don't know how to fix it. That's it.
It seems to me like it's beating fast.
Like mine.
Lis... Lis... Listen.
You are obviously a very attractive girl.
But I can't. It would not be fair.
It's better to remain friends.
- Here are your stockings.
- Thank you.
So, good night.
- Bye. Thanks again. Bye.
- Bye.
Hello?
Hello, I'd like to make an urgent call
to my wife. How can I do that?
Two zeros before the number?
Thank you so much.
Jingle bells...
Doesn't he look a bit skinny?
He's a bit skinny.
Well, skinny... That's quite debatable.
This is a difficult case, I mean...
He's waking up, he's waking up.
Hello, Nicholas.
Or should I call you "Klaus XVI"?
You are probably wondering, "Where am I?"
"Why am I here?"
"Who are we?" "Where are we?"
And also, "What time does AS Roma play?"
But you're not here to ask questions.
You're here to get answers.
If you don't take that off,
I can't understand a word.
Come on, take it off.
Come on.
Who are you? Who sent you?
Befana did?
We are your friends,
your Christmas friends.
Didn't you want to revive, regenerate,
recover your Christmas spirit?
- Yes.
- You're in the right place.
And you've also passed the first test.
And what would that test be?
The entrance test, your first test.
- What was it?
- Are you pretending you don't know?
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
You're very different.
This is more comfortable.
- What are we doing now?
- What are we doing?
Are you ready for the next step?
What is this next step like?
The only thing you have to know
is that you'll become
Father Christmas again.
- Don't pull that face.
- What face am I pulling?
- Have you come with that face already?
- Yes.
If you came with that face,
let's just leave it to that.
I'm still here, like a rock.
He had a teenage crisis and ran away.
Has your husband run away?
Yes, my husband is Nicholas,
Klaus XVI, Father Christmas, right?
No, please.
We've all seen Father Christmas yesterday
on TV when he lit up the tree.
Now, please, repeat after me,
"My husband is not Father Christmas."
That was not the real Father Christmas.
That was a street vendor
whom I cast for the role.
- Is Father Christmas a street vendor?
- No.
Father Christmas is Nicholas.
The street vendor is replacing him.
My husband does not get
how important his role is.
Maybe your husband has left your family
'cause you keep on going on with this fu...
With this thing.
But the problem is not the family.
I mean, it's also the family.
What matters is that the children
all over the world count on him.
I won't let them down.
He thought I would be KO, but I'm not.
All right?
Actually, you know what?
It's time I get acknowledged
for all the work I do.
I work a lot, I'll tell you that.
I can be an example for many women.
If only I could tell my story,
but I can't. Do you understand?
The magical world's rules
do not allow me to.
I can't say I'm Father Christmas's wife.
No, you can't say
that you are Father Christmas's wife.
You have to follow
the magical world's rules.
Absolutely. They wouldn't
understand otherwise.
But this is wrong.
It is wrong.
The world must know that Christmas
is not just a man's business. No.
If I may,
I don't think this is your actual problem.
It's only the tip of the iceberg.
I work in an iceberg.
Sorry, I have to go. I'm late.
So, are you working in an iceberg now?
Yes, I'll tell you more next time, okay?
I can't wait.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
So, your first remedial test.
- Christmas geopolitics.
- Which is?
First article
of the Christmas Constitution.
Christmas is family and...
And family is...
- Come on.
- It's Christmas!
So, now tell me about a Father Christmas
of the 15th century.
Okay. Well, I mean...
- I don't know. Let me try...
- Shoot.
- Leonardo da Vinci.
- Bravo! See?
- Got it right away, see?
- I'm glad.
- Now I'll ask you one more question.
- Yes.
How many children
at this very moment,
in war zones and under bombardment,
can write a letter to Father Christmas?
I don't know.
Zero.
- Hey, Nando.
- Yeah?
With all the debts you have,
I thought you had fled.
What a man of little faith.
I'm a changed man. In your face!
Today, all drinks are on me.
- Unbelievable.
- You know it.
Go.
What is your name again?
- So? Sabrina.
- Sabrina.
What a nice name you have, Sabrina.
- And who are you?
- Me?
My name is Nando.
What do you do, Nando?
You're a big shot, aren't you?
If only I could talk.
But my hands are tied.
- I like tied hands.
- You do, don't you?
I know all the knots.
Do you know how they call me?
"The Sailor of Trastevere."
You like my woman, huh?
If you touch her with a finger,
you're a dead man.
- Can I see them?
- What?
- The knots.
- The knots.
- Of course. Where are you taking me?
- Come.
Is there a playroom somewhere? Let's go!
- Come, come.
- Yes.
Where did you take me?
- And these?
- What are we doing with these?
Turn around.
Wasn't I suppose to tie the knots here?
- Now let me read you your rights.
- Read whatever you like.
You can read everything to me,
even the Yellow Pages.
Here we go. You move so well.
Aren't you gorgeous?
Wow, yes.
Hey, what is going on?
Darn, you're ugly!
Who are you?
Oh, my! Who are you? Polyphemus? So?
- We have to talk.
- Yes.
And if you don't collaborate...
I'm telling you everything.
I swear on the Banda della Magliana.
But get rid of this Polyphemus.
Oh, my. You're so ugly.
Margaret.
Befana, what are you doing here?
- Ferdinando told me everything.
- Who is Ferdinando?
The impostor,
the trash, the street vendor.
And I've recorded his confession,
just to be on the safe side.
Give me the great Golden Stamp, Margaret.
Just do it.
- I will never let you have Christmas.
- Think about it.
You could become my assistant chief.
A women's lobby,
it is very trendy this year.
And let's face it. We don't need a man.
You could be an inventor again.
I believe in your talent.
What if I don't do it?
I'll be forced to tell the whole world
that our dear Klaus XVI has disappeared.
You would never do it.
You would have done it by now.
You have 24 hours to think about my offer.
You are a wannabe, an opportunist,
an egotist who would step on anyone
- to feed her dark soul.
- Yes!
That's how I like you, Margaret. Feisty!
Hurry, though.
You have 23 hours and 59 minutes left.
Ticktock, ticktock.
Witch!
If I tell you...
Street... Saragozza 27.
Little Sergio and his sister Estella.
- Abajo.
- Abajo.
Number 27, abajo.
- I don't get what you're saying.
- Let me help you.
The capital of Nicaragua.
- What does this have to do with Christmas?
- Manila!
Manila. Yes, Manila.
- Managua.
- Managua. See, you don't know.
When you have to charge your G...
- Your GPS.
- The sleigh's GPS. How do you do that?
You don't know the data or the geography.
These are things Margaret takes care of.
But Margaret is not here.
You have to insert the data.
You have to take care of it.
Okay, come on.
- I want to help you.
- Go.
Street... Archimedes.
Parioli neighborhood, Rome. Easy.
Yes, but when you get to the fork,
it's one way
when you go downhill or uphill?
- I don't know.
- See? You don't know.
You must study.
I'm working.
No more Chinese for you?
No, I'm from Quadraro.
He's from Quadraro. I've been trying
to teach him for ages.
I don't agree at all.
We can't risk. We have no time.
It's the only sensible solution.
- Elfius.
- Here I am.
Elfius, I need you.
Assistant Chief, everybody does. Tell me.
Gather all the other elves.
This year, you will deliver
the presents yourselves.
- What?
- Yes.
Klaus wants you to do that.
He can't at the moment.
- Why?
- Because... Because... Because...
Why are you asking
all these questions, Elfius?
Hasn't it been your dream since forever?
Delivering the presents personally?
- Actually, it has.
- Right, so don't be hypocritical.
It's a promotion. Think of it that way.
Are you or are you not
the Employelf of the Year?
I don't know
if I can measure up, Margaret.
My dear Elfius.
Dark clouds are approaching.
I've seen things
you elves wouldn't believe.
Fighting sleighs on fire,
out in the open sea, off the bastions...
- Those ones.
- Those ones.
Snowflakes flashing
in the darkness of the North Pole.
And I saw presents lost,
like tears in the rain.
- It's time to deliver them. Now.
- We need the authorization.
Here it is.
Go.
At your command,
and thank you for trusting me.
Margaret, we've never delivered presents
on December 13th.
I know. But it's the only chance
to steal a march on Befana. Right?
Maybe if we do that,
Befana won't be able to blackmail us.
Bravo, this is the right strategy.
It will never work.
Score!
These ones are ready.
To the shipping department.
My fellow workelfs,
respectable colleagues,
I'd like a moment of your attention.
Klaus XVI needs us.
This year, we elves will be the ones
to deliver the presents to the kids.
We've never done it. How nice.
Yes, look here.
The great Golden Stamp.
We'll make it if we work together.
- For the heart of Christmas!
- For the heart of Christmas!
Hey.
Is there anyone here?
Sorry.
Does that kid live...
Boytoy?
He's not a kid.
It's my artificial intelligence.
And its name is Toyboy.
- Who is sending you?
- Father Christmas, ma'am.
My radio-controlled car.
Sorry, I have to go. I'm in a rush.
Rock 'n' roll never dies.
Sorry.
What is Margaret doing? Has she gone nuts?
Today is December 13th.
But you...
Have you asked Father Christmas
for a present, you airhead?
It's our competitor!
But it's not what I wanted.
Great.
Wrong presents on the wrong day.
Lucy?
Lucy?
Saint Lucy.
Lucy, how nice to see you.
Actually, Saint Luce,
as we say in the North.
In Heaven, I mean.
What good fortune brings you here?
Where is Klaus XVI?
Klaus went to do
the inspection of the reindeer.
Marga, do you think I'm stupid?
No, Saint, no, no. I would never dare.
Do you know what day it is today?
Today...
Eleven days till Christmas.
Today is December 13th, yes.
Exactly.
It's Saint Lucy's Day.
- And I'm her.
- Best wishes. I didn't think of that.
I'm the one who delivers presents
to all the kids in the world on the 13th.
"In the world"? You're going too far.
Saint Lucy, it's 20 towns along
the Po River's top.
Don't pull my leg, Marga.
You should know
I'm the protector of the eyes.
I see everything.
I think we're getting a bit confused.
I've been in this field of work
since 400 CE.
And I have never got confused.
Maybe this is not the right job for you.
Lucy, can you stop this nonsense?
They all know you are from Syracuse.
And you, Margaret,
not only you refused an offer
you couldn't refuse,
but you also stepped
on your great friend's toes.
I don't even know your name.
Sabrina, Befana. I don't know.
Dear, come on.
We have known each other for 780 years.
So you should know
that I'm getting upset.
And when I'm upset, I make a mess!
Ciuri, ciuri!
I should have figured out
it had to do with you.
No, Margaret. You put it all on yourself.
And now you'll pay the consequences.
ICELAND
JAPAN
CHINA
ITALY
So...
One more test.
Every Father Christmas must know,
by heart and inside out,
how every toy in the world works.
So, you have a handful.
There is even a puzzle
which teaches kids what smell things have.
Then we have these ones...
Here is an animal.
Here's that one...
Stanley Kubrick's Cube.
This is peculiar. It's fun, but hard.
All right, I...
- I'll leave you to it.
- All right.
- Enjoy your work.
- Bye. Thank you.
It doesn't look like work to me.
These...
Let's listen to...
a bit of music.
And this inevitably goes... Here we go.
How did it go?
Well, I have to admit, I had fun.
You should be able
to turn into Father Christmas.
I can try.
Never mind trying. Just do it.
Think of a fond memory.
One that warms your heart up.
He gave me a coupon for the spa.
He gave me a shampoo for a bald head.
Father Christmas went cuckoo.
Infamous traitor.
Who did you call "infamous traitor"?
Flash!
Margaret, I told you
this was not a good idea.
Assistant Chief,
you don't need to thank me.
Put your feet down!
- Is something wrong?
- Everything.
The most evil witch in the world
is threatening me,
while a very upset saint
is flooding the city.
And it is all your fault!
I told you I wouldn't measure up.
- Do you know what's gonna happen?
- What?
You will refund every single present.
Right now.
It's impossible. Look at the blizzard.
- You'll do it.
- No.
- Why is the principal stalking me today?
- No.
Hello, Principal.
Shall we comb the reindeer?
I'll go.
Your kids have caused a riot.
And this is unacceptable
and unjustifiable.
It's cringe.
So, snitch.
He insulted Father.
Father Christmas is not your father.
Indeed, Flash.
What role model do they have at home?
They have anger management issues.
Well, you probably
don't know my kids well.
Maybe you don't.
There are four children who are ready
to testify that it was his fault.
We can't accept any form of violence here.
Shall we review the educational methods?
Yes, no, well,
I just wanted to tell you that.
Actually...
Actually, it's very difficult to manage
two kids...
I manage 600 kids, 400 full-time.
I introduced sushi and sashimi Fridays.
Sure, you're great. I wanted to say
it's difficult to manage and bring them up
when you have
your own company to run, too,
and a husband who...
He is going on a work trip
at Christmas. You know?
Are you're still stuck on the myth
of the old-fashioned feminist
who thinks she's Wonder Woman
and carries all the weight
on her shoulders?
You do all this
because you would never apologize?
That's bollocks, come on. Sorry!
- Mom.
- Don't preach.
What's right is right.
No, because according to our policy,
swear words are not allowed here.
You're suspended.
Who cares? I'm not one of your students.
So, I'll suspend your kids, okay?
No lessons in December,
nor extra activities, including the choir.
- No!
- No!
- You're mean.
- Yes, unless you apologize.
- No way.
- So...
Get out of here, "#gameover."
Let's go.
Let's go!
I'm gonna make it.
I'm gonna make it.
I'm not gonna make it.
It's useless. I'm not gonna make it.
It's a waste of time.
Don't say that.
I'm giving up.
Are you giving up?
All right, give up then.
There is no point in going on.
Walk away. That's it. Walk away from it.
Sure... When all the kids in the world
learn there is no Father Christmas,
nor Christmas,
things will get a bit complicated,
- because they...
- What will they do?
They will get desperate.
They will be sad, they'll cry,
they'll bang their heads against the wall.
There will be tragedies
in the outskirts of the big cities.
People will beat each other up.
That's how wars break out.
But if you made up your mind like that,
what can we do?
Who cares about the children?
Kids!
Kids, can you come here?
I have to talk to you.
Sit down, please.
ELFHONSE
I wanted to talk to you
because today, I didn't set a good example
with my behavior.
I'm so sorry.
But there are also some things...
ELFHONSE
So?
Some things are changing...
Sorry.
It may be an emergency.
Tell me, Elfhonse.
Well, this is not a good moment.
On what channel?
All this Christmas chaos.
The delivery of the presents was done
by unauthorized personnel.
Father Christmas is gone. Vanished.
My name is Nando, I'm from Trastevere.
I sell lighters and tissues.
I've nothing to do with Father Christmas.
One day, this looney,
this crazy woman told me,
"Do you want to be Father Christmas?"
She gave me plenty of money.
I told her that for that amount,
I could be Snow White,
the Seven Dwarfs, and Prince Charming.
I've never believed in Father Christmas.
Not even as a kid.
We didn't have a Christmas tree at home.
We didn't put one up. I swear.
See? I told you.
I was right.
No, Flash.
Flash!
Star.
Flash, Star.
Kids!
Kids!
I'm sorry, Flash.
Sometimes, grown-ups go away.
But remember...
It's not our fault, okay?
Will you sing me a song?
What song?
The one you used to sing with Dad.
All right.
Little by little
You realize the wind
Is blowing on your face
And stealing a smile from you
The warm season
Which is about to end
Is blowing on your heart
And is stealing your love
And little by little
It is melting in tears
That sweet memory
Faded by time
Of the time you lived
With me in a room
There was no money
But lots of hope
And little by little
You are losing yourself
And I'm losing you
And what we had
Seems more and more absurd
Of the times at night
You became more and more real
And not like now
On a Saturday night
BEAR
Hello, Nicholas.
I just wanted to tell you
that I'm sorry we are not talking.
And also that here is a total madhouse.
I've tried my best.
But... it's mainly your fault.
I'm giving up.
Children. Children all over the world.
Hello. Hello, everybody. Hello.
Dear humans, thank you
for coming in such short notice.
Dear humans,
thank you for coming in such short notice.
I'm here on behalf
of the magical world of Christmas.
Regarding the indiscretions,
the gossips, the rumors
you heard about Klaus XVI...
...it's true, he decided...
It's all true. Father Christmas
has decided to abandon Christmas.
So, you're saying that today,
December 20th,
Christmas has been canceled?
Without warning?
Yes.
Unfortunately, Christmas
has been officially canceled.
How can you cancel Christmas
from one moment to the next?
Tell us more. What will the children say?
Go, go, go. No comment.
We have nothing more to say. Sorry.
Excuse me. Wait. Answer the question.
You don't get how serious this is.
Let's stick together. Unity is strength.
They'll elect a new Klaus.
What about us? Will we lose our jobs?
Yes.
Here she comes.
I know, I lied to you.
And I'm sorry.
In fact, I wanted to ask you...
I wanted to ask you...
Well, you know what I mean.
I only did it to save Christmas.
We would have helped you, Margaret,
if you had told us the truth.
Elfius. Elfius, wait!
Elfius.
No, wait.
Wait.
Elves, I can explain what happened.
Please, wait.
I know, I made a mistake.
I can explain what happened.
Don't leave. Please.
I'll go too, Margaret.
But you know you can count on me.
Elfhonse.
I can't take this anymore. I can't.
You have to tell me what to do.
Since my husband left,
I haven't heard from him.
Can you believe that?
I don't know whether he's dead or alive,
or with another woman, which is worse.
If he has another woman, I would fall
in a psychologically depressing loop.
I really don't know what to do.
You have to help me.
The kids are angry at me. Befana as well.
The elves, Saint Lucy,
and the whole world are angry at me.
And also, this drizzle is because of me.
Plus, this 300-per-hour therapy
doesn't work. Let's face it.
That's it. That's it.
Now, stop once for all!
Sorry.
Honestly, I understand your husband, kids,
dwarfs, gnomes, and everyone around you.
Now, do me a favor.
Tell me everything from the beginning
because I didn't understand anything.
It's not possible
that I can't understand a thing!
Shall I start from the very beginning?
Well, we were happy at first.
We wanted the same thi...
Well, we were happy.
We wanted to design toys,
we wanted the same things.
A home, a family...
Bravo, darling.
But do you see how Dad does? See?
Look at Mom there.
Nicholas was shining like a chosen one.
He was the heir of Father Christmas.
So, one day they came to pick him up,
and so he became Klaus XVI.
The first Father Christmas with a family.
But he had to hide it.
MAGICAL WORLD
OF CHRISTMAS
"With the powers vested in me
by the ancient Christmas spirit,
I proclaim Nicholas
as the successor of Klaus XV."
"Therefore,
Nicholas will be known
to the magical world as Klaus XVI."
On that day, our life changed.
We started to live undercover.
Like being in
a witness protection program.
I felt like the wife of an informer.
Margaret, I believe you.
I also got the Christmas metaphor
you are so fond of.
- No, it's the truth.
- Stop, though.
I get it's difficult for a couple
to face both failures and achievements.
There's a fine line
between being right and being wrong.
I'll give you three tips.
- I'm ready to listen to you.
- Please, be quiet.
So...
- You think you've spoiled everything.
- Yes.
Be more indulgent to yourself.
And you feel guilty.
Apologize.
And you don't know what to do anymore.
Ask for help.
Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Thank you.
- It's not deontological.
- Who cares? It's just the two of us.
Kids.
Kids, I'm back.
Sorry. I'm really sorry.
Mom. Is everything okay?
Yes... I mean, no.
No. I screwed up with your school,
with your dad... with Christmas.
I'm so sorry. I want to make it up to you.
How can you make up for all this?
- Are you gonna do it by yourself?
- Well, I'll never make it by myself.
I need help.
- I love you.
- Me too.
Can I talk to you?
Actually, your kids have been suspended,
and you're also not
on my favorite people's top list.
Yes, I know, and I'm sorry.
My kids shouldn't have fallen
for provocations.
What are you doing?
Are you being passive-aggressive?
Please, listen to me. I'm being honest.
I got it all wrong.
Indeed.
I got it all wrong with them, with you,
and I'm here to officially ask you
- "#sorry."
- "#sorry."
All right, Margaret.
All right.
With just one hashtag,
you managed to do the right thing with me,
with yourself,
and even with your kids.
And this
is what I call
a good educational role model. Bravo.
Thank you.
I also wanted to ask you a favor.
Could my kids rejoin
the choir for the Christmas concert?
It means so much to them,
it's important.
- Christmas has been cancelled.
- Yes, I know.
There is no Christmas concert
without Christmas.
I'll take care of that.
So, see you at the concert?
See you at the concert.
Behave.
- Goodbye, thank you.
- Goodby...
Have you ever noticed
some strange behavio...
A bit of mythom... Someth...
Go back to your classroom. Go.
That's going to be tough.
I've tried my best, but...
You've been good.
Nothing.
That's too bad, though.
It's a shame, yes.
Stop doing that.
Our Christmas will also be great.
I created a rainbow coal.
Have a taste.
- Good.
- And inclusive.
This year, there won't be
any good or naughty children.
They will all be happy. All of them.
Right. It's what I've always wanted.
Now, let's get ready.
So, counting all the children
on all continents,
the speed of the electric broom,
the rain right now,
we should leave...
Never.
Why?
The electric broom
doesn't work when it rains.
And don't start again.
Sabrina?
Befana?
May I come in?
May I?
- Margaret.
- Sabrina.
- I made a mess, sorry.
- I made a mess, sorry.
- I know why you behaved badly.
- I've refused your help.
I did refuse it because
I thought you wanted to trick me.
I only want children to be happy
at Christmas. Sorry.
Wait a second.
Are you apologizing?
Are you doing that too?
Truce?
Peace.
Hooray!
What is your plan?
- Can you make the rain stop?
- I'd love to, but only Saint Lucy can.
So, is there no hope?
We can ask
my artificial intelligence. Toyboy.
- Is he your artificial intelligence?
- That's the one I have.
How can we convince Saint Lucy
to make the rain stop?
No, sorry,
maybe we should be more specific.
How can we ask Saint Lucy
to make the rain stop,
even using some unconventional methods?
We'll blackmail her.
A great method used by criminals.
Will she turn up?
Toyboy is never wrong, dear.
See?
Girls?
Do you want to play war?
No, no, no. We want to make peace.
In fact, we are here to apologize.
So, as an apology, you kidnapped Pufulet?
Well... no.
Actually, we did it
to attract your attention.
- I didn't lay a finger on him.
- Yes.
You spoiled my day, Marga.
Why should I forgive you?
Because you're a saint.
God forgives.
- I don't.
- She apologized.
And so?
Come on, please, Saint Lucy.
All the children in the world are sad.
Ditto.
Please.
Can you make this blizzard of yours stop?
It's ruining the Christmas spirit.
This blizzard of mine?
Or Klaus XVI's disappearance?
Both.
Never mind. She is so selfish.
She doesn't care at all about Christmas.
- You're just a spoiled brat.
- No!
You're a brat.
- With those braces.
- What braces?
What did you do to me?
You're gonna pay for it.
No, no, no. Sabrina, don't do it.
Please, don't.
Pufulet.
My little donkey.
What did you do to him?
No, Saint Lucy. No, no, no!
What are you doing?
No, not my boyfriend!
You'll be damned!
What a nice little donkey.
You killed him!
It's just broken.
You're going to pay for this!
Girls, shall we try to find a solution?
Please!
Girls!
It's time to stop!
We're here to find a quick fix.
The only thing I see you doing
is fighting. It's not possible.
Do you have superpowers?
Let's use them for doing good.
We have much bigger problems.
Saint Lucy, please, stop this blizzard.
Join the team.
Be with us. We need you.
We can still save this Christmas together.
We can really save it.
- Why should I do what you say?
- Because she's right.
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry. I spoiled your holiday.
And I would do anything to make up for it.
Anything?
Yes, yes. Yes.
- Anything?
- Yes.
There's actually one thing I'd like to do.
- What?
- The Happy Hour.
- The Happy Hour?
- The Happy hour?
- Why?
- Why?
Because I'm a saint who lived
in the 400s, and I never had one.
Well, I won't come like this.
Let's dress up.
Happy?
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Isn't that dress a bit too much?
Is it?
- No, you look great, dear.
- No, no.
White looks good on you.
- Shall we dance like crazy?
- No, no, girls.
I will join you, but I won't dance.
All right.
If you don't dance with me, I swear
I'll make it rain till the Apocalypse.
Let's go.
Can I have one?
Thank you.
I'll have a break.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
I haven't had that much fun
in a long time.
I think I understand now what
Nicholas meant when he told me that...
We should start feeling again
and be closer.
That Christmas means family,
it's not a business. He was right.
I didn't know he was so deep.
He is. He is.
I've tried to reach him,
but there was no signal.
I saw you dancing with a guy.
Are you going to get engaged?
No, but he hit on me.
- And?
- And?
I blinded him.
Lucy.
I'm kidding. Anyway,
I've taken a vow of celibacy.
You did. I didn't.
But you broke Toyboy.
Come on, everything will fall into place.
How? He was custom-made.
Maybe you'll find a real one.
He will never be that perfect.
- It's true.
- You think?
You're welcome.
You did good.
- Hello.
- Hello.
You know I'm a real boy now?
So, you'll leave me for a younger fairy?
No way.
Thanks.
Are you going to hook up
on the dance floor?
We have to go.
- We have to save Christmas.
- Christmas. Let's move. Come on. Come.
We will come back here later, right?
Hello.
Darn, darn. You look pale.
Look, it stopped raining.
Would you like to go for walk? You and me.
Okay. Let me go get changed.
All right. I'll wait here.
Where are we going?
It's not about the trip,
but about the destination.
All right. Okay. You got it.
We are almost there.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
Hey, here you are.
- Hello, sweetheart.
- Hello, boss.
- Welcome.
- Are you here too, sir?
Yes, and stop calling me "sir."
- Okay. Are you here too?
- Bravo.
We've accomplished our task.
I wanted... We wanted to say goodbye...
with a last supper.
- It seemed nicer, don't you think?
- Sure.
How sad.
Strange. Children used to be more noisy.
Come on, guys. Eat something.
They've behaved like that
since Christmas was cancelled.
Why? What happened?
Father Christmas has disappeared.
I can sort of understand why he did it,
but this is the aftermath.
- Did you know about that?
- Why do you think we are here?
Sorry.
Where is he going?
To the toilet. Dunno.
The toilet is there.
Or maybe...
Where did I pee?
Merry Christmas
to all these lovely children.
What am I seeing here?
Here's a very cute boy,
and I've brought him...
a stapler,
which can turn into a flying little mouse.
For you, instead,
I brought
a soap bar you can wash
all your dolls with.
And I brought you the tongue of a wolf,
on which you can stick your slippers.
Merry Christmas.
Flowers for a beautiful lady.
And for her daughter.
- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas to you.
And remember,
Christmas is family,
and family is Christmas.
- Goodbye.
- Thank you.
- Merry Christmas.
- Bye.
- Bravo.
- Here I am. Sorry.
You were great. Bravo.
But who are you?
I'm Klaus XIII.
I was Father Christmas as well.
Were you?
Many years ago,
I mean, I had a crisis like yours.
And I came to this spa to get over it.
But, at the first test,
since I didn't pass it,
I gave up straight away.
So, they chose another one to replace me.
They left me here to be a spiritual guide.
To help who came next, like you.
I really needed
to find my Christmas spirit back.
- Sure, sure.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
Darn.
Let's make a toast.
- To happiness.
- To happiness.
So, everything is fixed now.
You can go back home.
If it weren't too late.
Why are you saying that?
Why is he saying that?
No, but why?
No, I'm sorry.
All right. You've tried your best.
- I'm sorry, though.
- It's a shame.
What a nice neighborhood, right?
Where are we?
Be quiet!
The kids are asleep!
- It's late.
- It's late.
- It's late.
- Actually, it's early.
We have to save Christmas.
Only for this year,
I'll give you all the Befana's stockings.
Thank you, Sabrina,
but we can't ruin your day as well.
- No.
- No. We have to find something.
Something... Presents
with Christmas spirit.
Mom?
They can't see you like that.
Turn into our usual selves!
Mom.
But... Who are they?
They are my friends.
They are here to help us saving Christmas.
But there are no more presents.
What about those?
They are a bit outdated.
I'm afraid kids today wouldn't like them.
I think they are cool.
Really?
Mom, kids are not expecting
anything anyway.
They will be happy.
They are peculiar.
But there aren't enough for everyone.
That's not a problem.
- Elfhonse.
- Yes?
Gather all the elves.
We've found a solution.
What are we supposed to do?
What presents are we giving the kids?
The presents are not a problem anymore.
Elfius.
I want to apologize and thank you
for everything you've done.
I want to tell you that this year as well,
you'll be awarded Employelf of the Year.
- Really?
- Yes.
- Thank you, Assistant Chief.
- You're welcome.
So...
Are we ready to go?
- For the heart of Christmas!
- For the heart of Christmas!
But Father is not here.
To save Christmas,
we don't need Klaus XVI.
Actually, he didn't say
"Father Christmas."
He said, "Father."
He said, "Father."
Klaus is back!
- Father!
- Dad!
- Here they are.
- Klaus?
Right on time.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Sorry.
Sorry.
- I've missed you.
- So have I.
I'm happy when I'm with you guys.
Sorry, sorry, but...
We're having a small Christmas emergency
to take care of.
Befana, Saint Lucy,
what are you doing here?
Well, that's sisterhood for you.
Have you ever heard of it?
Hey, this is our old car.
You've thought about everything.
Who did it? And how?
Chief, this is our Christmas present
for your family.
It was Elfhonse's idea.
I thought it was worth it to revive it.
Thank you.
- Nicholas.
- Yes?
Will you leave for your world tour
and then meet me at home?
- No.
- No?
What? No?
This year, you're coming with me.
- Yes. How cool!
- Kids, come on. Hop on, kids.
- Coats!
- Coats!
Give us their coats!
Please, darling.
Watch out. Go ahead.
Thank you.
Wear your hats.
Wrap yourselves, okay?
Hat.
Are we all set?
I'm happy.
Cool!
This is our home!
What's going on over there?
They're taking the tree down.
Yes, because Christmas has been cancelled.
We have to do something.
We have to stop them.
But how? We're on the sleigh with you.
They can see us. They know who we are.
I'm on it.
I can feel the disappointment.
Now we can confirm it.
Christmas has been officially cancelled.
We are in Piazza di Spagna
with these kids.
They are devastated.
No Christmas, no Father Christmas.
How do you feel now
that Father Christmas abandoned us?
That's not true!
Father Christmas is there!
Father Christmas, Father Christmas!
The real one!
Look.
Here we go. We are here.
Come, darling.
Star.
Flash.
- Welcome back, Father Christmas.
- Hello.
Hello. Hello.
- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
Hi, Father Christmas.
Merry Christmas, kids.
- Hello.
- Merry Christmas.
We have some presents to deliver.
How cool!
Stop everything!
- Father Christmas, give us a statement.
- Yes?
- So, is Christmas back on?
- Christmas is on.
But I want to apologize to everyone.
And especially to her.
To Margaret.
What? And who is she?
- Well, I am...
- She's the one who saved Christmas.
And she can't be left behind the scenes.
This is Margaret.
The woman I love. My wife.
Wow, this is a real scoop.
So, not only we have a Father Christmas,
but also a Mother Christmas?
I could do all this
thanks to my girlfriends.
These women stood by me
through a difficult time.
Befana and Saint Lucy.
Double scoop. Where are they?
Can we interview them?
I'm not sure. They are very busy.
- Thank you. Thanks a lot.
- Great.
It's time to go.
Hey, Bear.
I'm Bear, yes. Yes.
That's gross.
Better this way, Flash. Better.
This is actual magic.
Let's go.
Come, kids. Come.
Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.
Here I go
Out to sea again
The sunshine fills my hair
And dreams hang in the air
Gulls in the sky
And in my blue eye
You know it feels unfair
There's magic everywhere
Look at me standing
Here on my own again
Up straight in the sunshine
No need to run and hide
- But that is...
- The heart of Christmas.
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to laugh and cry
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
You know, Nicholas. Father Christmas
could also be Mother Christmas.
Maybe it's actually time
for a Mother Christmas.
Okay, but the rules in the magic world...
We'll change those too.
Because you're there
And I need a friend
Oh, I need a friend
To make me happy
Not stand here on my own
Look at me standing
Here on my own again
Up straight in the sunshine
No need to run and hide
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to laugh and cry
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to run and hide
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to laugh and cry
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
CHRISTMALLICA - PACKIN' XMAS
is everything.
Because our goal is to mend things.
Dialogue is the solution.
Here we go.
These are two puppets who represent you.
Let's have them talk.
But not...
No. More like...
They'll have to keep calm.
Here you go.
It's a serious thing. Trust me. Trust me.
No, no. It's fine.
Let's introduce ourselves.
Hello, my name is Margaret, and my husband
is having a mid-life crisis.
My name is Nicholas, I'm not having
a crisis, and I'm not middle-aged.
He always plays video games
and has also bought a motorbike.
I'm unhappy.
But who is happy?
- Are you happy, Doctor?
- I get by. The puppets, please.
Christmas makes me depressed.
- Unfortunately, though, he is Father Chr...
- Tired.
She meant "tired."
You are tired? I manage everything.
I take care of our house and our kids.
I'm the assistant chief at our company.
I sort his mail, and let me tell you,
in his case, it's no walk in the park.
- You want to do it all by yourself.
- You've never thanked me.
- And you've never apologized!
- And I've asked you to keep calm.
Let's breathe.
Let's relax.
He behaves like a child.
But I already have two other kids at home.
Do not listen to her.
She always wants the last word...
"Nicholas, do this. Nicholas, do that."
"Nicholas, come to therapy."
I didn't even want to come.
No offense. God forbid.
Do you think I like doing your job?
I had other ambitions.
I didn't want to be
the assistant of Father Christmas.
Why did you mention "Father Christmas?"
Why did you say that?
When she is upset,
she calls me Father Christmas.
And when... during our intimacy,
she calls me "Bear." You know?
She has her own...
You can say anything here, you know?
It's called professional confidentiality.
We're paying a fortune. Right?
So, we know we have
to deal with Mr. Nicholas's burnout.
- Yes.
- And with the slight psychotic delirium
- of Mrs. Margaret.
- Bravo.
- Delirium? Me?
- Yes, but you can get over it.
You called me "Father Christmas."
Doctor, do I look
like Father Christmas to you?
He has to go through a transformation.
Well...
I didn't think about that.
Yes, because his heart lights up.
He grows a big belly,
he grows a beard, his hair...
Turn into him. Show her!
Oh, what a shame. Time is up.
So, I guess you'll turn into him
some other time.
- Okay, Nicholas? I'll wait for you.
- Sure. Thanks again.
- Elfhonse, tell me.
- Margaret.
Make sure to be on time tomorrow.
We'll start with a bang.
Look, is Klaus XVI there with you?
Yes, he's here. Don't worry.
We wouldn't want
Father Christmas to disappear.
MRS. CHRISTMAS
ALARM
SNOOZE
Star, Flash, wake up!
Star.
Star, wake up.
Okay, okay, now I'm waking up.
Why do you have to kick me like that
every morning?
Flash, are you playing video games
first thing in the morning?
You're exactly like your father.
I have to beat his record, Mom.
I can't be humiliated by a boomer.
Whatever. Now eat. Eat, please.
What's with that sweatshirt?
This sweatshirt is begging for mercy.
It's about to walk by itself
to the washing machine.
- Shall we wash it?
- I'm against wasting water.
I beat Father.
Right. Father is missing.
Get up, come on.
Nicholas.
MARGARET MORETTI
INVENTOR OF THE YEAR
Nicholas.
The golden butterfly.
Watch out for the black caterpillar.
What black caterpillar? I'm your wife.
Here. Hey, hey. I'm here, I'm here.
Darling.
- Hi.
- Kids are ready.
- Let's go. We are ready.
- Can I use my motorbike?
Can't you see how scruffy you look?
You can't use your motorbike.
This car is a garbage can.
Maybe I should wash it.
Well, yes. You have been saying it
for... five years?
Yeah?
No!
You have choir at 5:30 p.m. today.
- Father, it's my turn. Come on.
- Here.
- Star?
- Yes.
Make sure you come back on foot.
If we had a mobile phone,
maybe you wouldn't worry that much.
Not the mobile phone again.
We've grown up without it,
and we were grand. Right, Nicholas?
- Nicholas!
- Sure.
Yes, but I'm the only one at school
not to have one.
And you can't ask
Father Christmas for it. How fun.
You know what we think about it.
What difference would it make?
We can't have friends either.
I've never said that. I'm just saying
it is different for you, because...
Because your family
is a bit different, you know?
Star, our favorite song.
It's cringe.
Mom! Mom!
Leave us at the corner.
- I don't want to make a bad impression...
- Star!
...hand in hand...
I told you to leave us at the corner.
You never listen to me.
Come on, what difference does it make?
Flash.
I hate you.
Star.
- Bye, Mom.
- Bye, sweetheart. Watch out!
Klaus, Assistant Chief.
You are a bit late.
Coffee?
Thank you.
That's good. That's good. Come on.
Keep going. Keep going.
Come on, pass it. Spike it.
So, how is it going?
Everything is fine.
We've reached 2,357,000,000.
We just half a billion short.
Great.
Polish it up, okay? Thank you.
- Coat.
- Coat.
- Chief.
- Here comes the nagger.
- Chief. Chief.
- I'll deal with it.
Hi, Elfius. Tell me.
Yes, I just wanted to tell him
we're very late with the yearly inspection
of the reindeer.
I know.
So, there's hoof polishing,
horn velveting,
crash tests, and a breathalyzer
to check if they can fly.
So?
So, a simple workelf like me,
even if awarded "Elf of the Year,"
can't approve such important procedures.
We need the chief's great Golden Stamp!
I know. I'll do it.
No! It's mine.
I said I'll take it.
I'll take it.
- I'll do it.
- No, it's mine.
- Wait here.
- I won't move.
I have no doubts.
What is happening here?
No, don't stop right now...
Darling.
Darling.
- You're wearing kajal.
- No. Just a little.
What are you doing?
What am I... This is my new band.
The Christmallica.
We could play tonight
at the Christmas Village.
Yeah?
Since when does Father Christmas
have a band?
I'm also the first one with wife and kids.
This is not a good time. It's not.
Where is the Golden Stamp?
I don't know. I don't know.
Could you help me find it?
Elfius is breathing down my neck.
Ouch.
- Here it is.
- Is that it?
Darling, darling.
Do I really have to come
to the Christmas Village?
I'm having a burnout.
The puppet therapist confirmed it.
- Listen.
- What?
You work one month per year. One!
Yes, but on December 24th, I'll complete
a world tour in just 12 hours.
It's stressful, isn't it?
You want to talk to me about stressful?
I mean, I work.
I'm a working woman,
and I have two young kids.
- Don't make me angry!
- No.
Don't make me angry.
We also play other genres.
Go back to work!
How stressful...
What is this?
"Shine again."
It's wonderful.
BOOKED
It's really depressing, Nicholas.
- Who is it?
- You're a shadow of yourself.
And I'll say... quite tipsy.
I could smell mead from a mile away,
even without my little pinched nose.
Hello, Befana.
Depressed, tired, sluggish...
Why won't you leave Christmas to those
who still believe in it?
Because Father Christmas is at the top
of the kids' approval ratings,
while they're afraid of you.
Thank goodness.
Let me remind you, though,
that unlike him,
I'm meritocratic.
I distinguish between
good and naughty children.
And Father Christmas is democratic.
Indeed, everyone loves him.
How sad.
Wife.
Secretary, lawyer, caregiver.
- Caregiver...
- A great woman,
behind a small man.
You were such a promising toy maker.
Inventor, please.
It must be frustrating
living in the shadow of Father Christmas.
I don't know, you tell me.
But I'm not his wife. Thank goodness.
The truth is you're jealous of our family.
I could only be jealous
of a happy family, my dear.
What an interesting exchange of views.
But children are waiting,
we should inaugurate.
- That's right.
- I'll go, with your permission.
With your permission.
- Darling.
- Hurry up, turn into him.
Put this thing here.
- Put it... Here.
- Hurry. Yes.
I have to tell you something important.
I booked a weekend
in a wonderful spa, just for you and me.
- Yeah? When?
- Now!
- Now?
- Yes!
So, we'll start doing our things again.
I really miss that.
Nicholas, is it really the time for that?
- Is it?
- Why?
There're kids out there
who're waiting for you. Hundreds of them.
I can't do it.
Come on, Nicholas. Stop this nonsense.
Pretend like everyone else does.
- Put on a nice smile.
- They will know I'm not well.
I can't feel the Christmas spirit anymore.
It's all a business, it's stressful...
I can't do it.
You're the chosen one.
Chosen by the magical world.
It's the law of the twinkle of the heart.
It doesn't work anymore.
It beats like mine does.
Come on, turn into him.
Come on, come on, come on.
Okay, I'll try.
This makes me
more and more tired every time.
- The last touch.
- I'm tired.
- What is it? Wait.
- It's all right.
Here. Great. Now eat. It's getting late.
- Yes.
- Eat.
Give me a hand, give me a hand.
Here we go, everything is ready.
The kids are waiting.
Is that sugar?
Go, Elfho. Go.
Go. I'll go.
Go, go.
Let me check something...
- Come on. Go, go, go.
- This way.
Something to say about Christmas?
Go Christmas, go Christmas...
- Here.
- Stand closer.
Give us a nice smile, Father Christmas.
Yes. Elfhonse!
Yes. This way, Klaus.
- What are these?
- Magic scissors.
- Pathetic.
- Hateful.
- Old fart.
- Jealous much?
You should be in hospice.
Scissors.
- Here.
- Hand.
Give us a smile.
- Befana...
- Is it true, Father Christmas?
No strength. Nothing.
No, Klaus. The throne is that way.
Airhead.
Befana, thank you for coming.
See you on January 6th,
the last day of Christmas Village.
See you at Epiphany.
- What about some plastic surgery?
- Befana, how old are you?
So stressful.
Bye-bye.
Are you looking at my lady?
Boo.
See you on January 6th.
Go!
Hello, Father Christmas.
Are you the real one?
It's on the board outside. Can't you read?
No, I'm five.
I learned at three.
You're not that nice.
Go back to your daddy. Go, go.
Andrea, what happened?
How long is this line?
I would really like a dinosaur.
They are extinct.
Humanity will face that soon, too.
He should just
grant their wishes and smile.
Is that so hard?
Just grant their wishes and smile.
I'm so nervous and stressed.
But where...
Here.
What would you like for Christmas?
- A supercar.
- Would you like a driver, too?
What is he doing?
What is that?
This is some magical juice.
It makes me feel the Christmas spirit.
Dad, he stinks like Uncle.
So, ask your uncle to buy you a supercar.
Why are you here
if you don't feel like working?
Actually, I didn't want to come.
I'll slit your throat.
You scare me so much, Margaret.
Next.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- What would you like for Christmas?
- Can I see my mom again?
You'll see her
when you get back home, right?
No, she's in Heaven.
Will I ever see her again?
No, he's going away.
Where is he going?
Where are you going?
Wait, wait.
- He's running away. Maybe to the toilet.
- Sure. With his motorbike?
That's weird.
You won't believe what happened
at the Christmas Village.
Well, yeah.
I've seen it all on the magic table.
Anyway, I've filmed it all.
Good boy.
I've always underestimated you, Toyboy.
You're so beautiful.
In both versions.
I know.
Your hat is so sexy.
Go to you room, now.
Put yourself in vibration mode
and wait for me there.
And don't take that off.
At your command, Sabrina.
Nicholas.
Nicholas.
I know, Margaret.
Writing a letter is for cowards.
But if I talk, you won't listen.
I guarantee you,
it's awful to have the responsibility
of such an important event as Christmas.
And to spoil it, just because
your heart has stopped working.
I was born Nicholas,
and they elected me Klaus XVI.
The world calls me "Father Christmas."
I have three names,
but yet I don't know who I am.
Forgive me, if you can,
and read this letter to our children.
They have to understand
that parents are not superheroes.
Nicholas. Klaus. Father. Bear.
THE ELFISH NEWS
KLAUS XVI LEAVES THE CHRISTMAS VILLAGE
Have you seen that?
Well, yes. They wrote so many things.
They believe he is mentally unstable.
- We're facing a shitstorm.
- A what?
A shitstorm. A... A... A storm.
Actually, no, no, no. A blizzard, yes. A...
- A blizzard of shi...
- Okay. That was clear.
How is Klaus?
Mom, it's late.
- Yes...
- I'm starving.
Klaus has had a nervous breakdown,
and a burnout.
So?
So, we'll put out a press release.
Yes, but what are we gonna write?
What are we gonna write?
That Father Christmas
has the right to be depressed!
Yes, I get it, Margaret, but...
- Is it the Assistant Chief?
- Yes.
I need the Golden Stamp
for the sleigh's inspection.
Shall we do it another time?
- It's for the sleigh.
- We'll do that later.
Are you sure everything is okay?
Everything is under control.
Okay.
What about Father?
Father went to the office by motorbike.
Where is breakfast?
We'll have it at the bar.
Have a good day.
- Thank you.
- Bye, Mom.
Bye, Flash.
Be good.
Father Christmas went nuts.
How lame and pathetic. What a loser.
They don't know a thing about Father.
Who did you call "a loser"?
Flash!
I'm really worried.
Chief!
- Where's the chief?
- I don't know.
Dear workelfs, everything is okay.
Calm down.
Don't worry, because...
Don't believe
what you read in the papers.
Those are lies, it's not true.
Klaus is very upset about it.
He came to work early.
What is he doing? Or saying?
Shall we ask him? Let's do that.
Klaus!
You've been here since this morning.
That's why you didn't have any breakfast.
He said he has been working since dawn.
He's very tired.
Please, don't make any noise.
Let's eavesdrop.
Ah, sure, Klaus.
Of course. You're very kind.
And he also said that everything
would go down the drain without me.
It's time to work your shifts.
Great, have you heard that?
To your shifts! Now.
- Be joyful, cheerful, and smile. Come on.
- Go, go, go.
- Elfius, go on.
- I need the Golden Stamp for the sleigh.
You've been working here for ages.
You were here
when the American Klaus was in charge.
He was so much fun.
Assistant Chief, no! Assistant...
Take these to 14,326.
Colonel Azzato, please.
Welcome.
Good evening. Hello. I have a reservation.
We were waiting for you, Nicholas.
How do you know my name?
I read it on your booking form,
in your email.
- Sure.
- And you came to the right place.
Here, your soul
will be enlightened with immensity.
And your heart will shine again.
Your face looks familiar.
No.
I'm quite well-unknown.
- Shall I take him to his room?
- No, stay here
- and take care of the reception.
- Sure.
- I'll take you to your room.
- Thank you.
- Come, we're almost there.
- Yes.
- You're tall, though.
- Yes.
A tall drink of water.
Let me go through the rules
of our establishment with you.
They are few, and very simple.
Here we are.
So, here, at our facility,
you're free to do whatever you want.
You can have a Turkish bath or a sauna.
You can also go cucumberish.
- What is that?
- Putting cucumbers on your face.
Cucumbers everywhere.
You can also get a hot stone massage.
We do it in another way, from far.
We call it "stoning."
If you want to get waxed as well,
it becomes "stone waxing."
- Does it hurt?
- No.
You would do it once for all.
And a sine qua non rule
is that you can't use
your mobile phone in our spas.
What if I need to call my kids?
Just in case of a real emergency.
You can give it to me.
- Here is your key.
- Yes.
Are you sure we have never met?
Have you ever been to Genoa?
- Yes.
- I haven't. See? It's impossible.
- Call me if you need me, please.
- Thank you. Goodbye.
Hello. This is Nicholas.
Leave a message after the beep.
Nicholas, for crying out loud!
Nicholas?
Good morning.
Befana.
What are you doing here?
Sabrina, please.
Didn't you come by broom?
I'm recharging it. And it's good
to do some exercise from time to time.
I'm about 1,000 years old, after all.
Klaus XVI?
He's busy.
Doing what?
Getting drunk?
Attacking kids and running away
on a motorbike?
Disappearing?
Everyone has the right to be depressed.
Margaret, let me take care of Christmas
while Nicholas is getting over it.
Nicholas is perfectly fine.
You'll see him when we light the tree
on December 8th.
I don't know. He was in a pretty bad shape
on that video.
Let's cut to the chase. What do you want?
I'll only speak to Klaus XVI.
This time, you'll have to talk to me,
the Assistant Chief, and his wife.
Shall we let everybody know
Father Christmas has a wife?
You can't break
the rules of the magical world.
Not to spoil Klaus XVI's reputation.
Klaus XVI is the one
who's spoiling his own reputation.
Goodbye.
You're doing it only
to get your hands on Christmas, right?
Do you think I'm that mean?
I do.
And you're right.
Elfhonse!
Elfhonse!
Why has he left?
He's lost the Christmas spirit.
Yes, but he'll be back on 8th December
to light the tree.
- I'm not sure.
- You're not?
Great.
We need a replacement.
- An actor?
- No, not an actor.
They could recognize him.
We need someone who looks like Nicholas,
or someone better than Nicholas.
- Let's head back in.
- Let's head back in.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Not bad, huh?
What? Whom?
This facility. Do you like it?
Well, sure. Of course.
What happens in our facility
stays in our facility.
What should happen?
What...
Well, you know...
Hello.
What happened to your eye, Flash?
The principal tried to call you.
Flash was in a fight.
- With whom?
- What happened to Father?
We watched the video at school.
It's fake news, guys.
You can't believe that nonsense.
Dad has gone to inspect
the reindeer, as usual.
Why didn't he tell us?
He had to leave in a hurry.
This morning, you told us
that he went to the office early.
Because he had forgotten the Golden Stamp
and had to come back.
That's it.
You know your dad. He forgets things.
You're divorcing, aren't you?
No.
No, no. Absolutely no, guys.
See? I told you.
Can we call him, Mom?
No, there is no network where he is now.
Help me set the table. It's getting late.
I'm not hungry. I'll go to my room.
Star!
Pizza?
Oh, how nice. Thank you. Thank you.
No, I've seen worse.
Very nice. Nice beard.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Look at his eyebrows. Thank you.
Don't you have anything in red?
All right, thank you.
Thank you.
How many of you are here?
- So?
- We have many candidates.
- Good, right?
- Yes.
This is too fashionable.
This one is too skinny.
This one looks crazy.
Where did you get them?
Couldn't we call Father Christmas back?
The real one.
It's not that simple.
Of course it is. Just make up.
Look, Elfhonse, things don't work that way
among us humans.
- No?
- No.
In relationships,
you need to keep your cool.
And the other one is always wrong.
Margaret, you should ask for help
in these kinds of situations.
- Help?
- Yes, help.
I don't need any help. I'm determined,
organized, and practical.
I just need one fool
who would put that red jacket on,
sign the confidentiality agreement,
and accept cash. Have I made myself clear?
Very.
Great. Let's start.
At your command.
Please, gentlemen.
Easy. Easy. One at a time.
Good morning.
Action.
Please, not the ears.
- No.
- No.
From bottom to top.
Get closer.
Do you pay off the books?
Thank you.
Start filming.
Next. Thank you.
I like this one.
What do you mean? Am I hired?
It's him.
Come on! Go me!
I knew it. I got up this morning,
and said, "You're going to fool them all."
Did you like me?
- His name is Nando.
- The name is questionable.
- The rest is unacceptable.
- I don't agree.
Margaret.
At first glance,
he could look like Nicholas.
But he's scruffy.
And when he talks...
Have you designed these toys?
Yes, but put it back on the shelf.
- They are really cool. Darn.
- Thank you.
- You even got a prize.
- Yes, I know.
Put it there. Great. Do not touch it.
Who are we kidding?
Everyone.
I'll take care of him. I'll train him.
Trust me.
I will.
Bravo.
- Dear Nando...
- Yes?
Klaus.
Where are you?
Maybe there is no network.
It's like he isn't reachable.
Strange.
Normally, his heart has always reception.
I'll get back to it.
Sorry I'm late.
Did we have an appointment?
No.
But we are both alone,
so we could eat together.
But, if you prefer, I'll leave.
No, I'm happy
to have some company. No problem.
- Sure?
- Of course. Sure.
- Please.
- Okay.
Wait, sorry.
Can you hold this?
Sorry about that. Thank you.
Thanks. They make me itchy.
They're very uncomfortable.
Sure.
I'm starving.
I think I'll take...
I don't know. One of each.
- You?
- I'm not sure. Maybe quinoa and carrots.
Well, detoxing is trendy, but...
You live only once, right?
Well, sure. Indeed.
- Are you ready to order?
- Yes, please.
Yes.
Give it to me. Thank you.
Wait.
To quinoa.
- Arriba, abajo.
- Arriba, abajo.
- Al centro, pa' dentro.
- Al centro, pa' dentro.
Let's drink.
To us.
- Hi, kids.
- Hello.
- A statement to the press?
- Father Christmas is here!
Later, thank you.
- Father Christmas is here!
- Fix your beard.
- Follow him!
- Hello, Father Christmas!
- Film everything!
- Straight to the tree, come on.
Don't stop.
- Can I have an autograph?
- He's just got here.
Later, later.
Dad, why is Father Christmas
wearing sunglasses?
Because he has an eye infection.
You know, the sleigh,
the ozone, the fine dust.
- Hello.
- Merry Christmas!
Straight to the tree,
straight to the tree.
- Father Christmas!
- Hello!
I want a lot of presents.
Let's see what I can do.
Here're the money the tooth fairy left me.
Do you need any of it?
Sure, you toothless cutie.
I'm hungry and in need. Here.
- Give me that.
- He gave it to me.
- Don't you dare.
- He gave it to me!
He's decked out.
Come on. Lift me up. Hurry.
Everything is all right.
Merry Christmas.
So, kids,
shall we light up this tree?
Yes!
Shall we start our countdown?
- Yes!
- Yes!
- Five! Four!
- Five! Four!
- Three!
- Three!
- Two!
- Two!
- One!
- One!
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas!
- Sorry to trouble you.
- Yes?
- We are closing.
- Are you...
Why? What time is it?
- It's quite late.
- I'm sorry.
Come.
Come, come.
What is it?
I have an idea.
What is it?
Have you ever robbed a place?
How do you mean?
It's a bit late...
- No.
- Maybe it's time to...
- To go to bed.
- Wait.
You're a mysterious man.
Something is bothering you.
You can tell me. I'm a great listener.
Well, my heart is broken,
and I don't know how to fix it. That's it.
It seems to me like it's beating fast.
Like mine.
Lis... Lis... Listen.
You are obviously a very attractive girl.
But I can't. It would not be fair.
It's better to remain friends.
- Here are your stockings.
- Thank you.
So, good night.
- Bye. Thanks again. Bye.
- Bye.
Hello?
Hello, I'd like to make an urgent call
to my wife. How can I do that?
Two zeros before the number?
Thank you so much.
Jingle bells...
Doesn't he look a bit skinny?
He's a bit skinny.
Well, skinny... That's quite debatable.
This is a difficult case, I mean...
He's waking up, he's waking up.
Hello, Nicholas.
Or should I call you "Klaus XVI"?
You are probably wondering, "Where am I?"
"Why am I here?"
"Who are we?" "Where are we?"
And also, "What time does AS Roma play?"
But you're not here to ask questions.
You're here to get answers.
If you don't take that off,
I can't understand a word.
Come on, take it off.
Come on.
Who are you? Who sent you?
Befana did?
We are your friends,
your Christmas friends.
Didn't you want to revive, regenerate,
recover your Christmas spirit?
- Yes.
- You're in the right place.
And you've also passed the first test.
And what would that test be?
The entrance test, your first test.
- What was it?
- Are you pretending you don't know?
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
You're very different.
This is more comfortable.
- What are we doing now?
- What are we doing?
Are you ready for the next step?
What is this next step like?
The only thing you have to know
is that you'll become
Father Christmas again.
- Don't pull that face.
- What face am I pulling?
- Have you come with that face already?
- Yes.
If you came with that face,
let's just leave it to that.
I'm still here, like a rock.
He had a teenage crisis and ran away.
Has your husband run away?
Yes, my husband is Nicholas,
Klaus XVI, Father Christmas, right?
No, please.
We've all seen Father Christmas yesterday
on TV when he lit up the tree.
Now, please, repeat after me,
"My husband is not Father Christmas."
That was not the real Father Christmas.
That was a street vendor
whom I cast for the role.
- Is Father Christmas a street vendor?
- No.
Father Christmas is Nicholas.
The street vendor is replacing him.
My husband does not get
how important his role is.
Maybe your husband has left your family
'cause you keep on going on with this fu...
With this thing.
But the problem is not the family.
I mean, it's also the family.
What matters is that the children
all over the world count on him.
I won't let them down.
He thought I would be KO, but I'm not.
All right?
Actually, you know what?
It's time I get acknowledged
for all the work I do.
I work a lot, I'll tell you that.
I can be an example for many women.
If only I could tell my story,
but I can't. Do you understand?
The magical world's rules
do not allow me to.
I can't say I'm Father Christmas's wife.
No, you can't say
that you are Father Christmas's wife.
You have to follow
the magical world's rules.
Absolutely. They wouldn't
understand otherwise.
But this is wrong.
It is wrong.
The world must know that Christmas
is not just a man's business. No.
If I may,
I don't think this is your actual problem.
It's only the tip of the iceberg.
I work in an iceberg.
Sorry, I have to go. I'm late.
So, are you working in an iceberg now?
Yes, I'll tell you more next time, okay?
I can't wait.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
So, your first remedial test.
- Christmas geopolitics.
- Which is?
First article
of the Christmas Constitution.
Christmas is family and...
And family is...
- Come on.
- It's Christmas!
So, now tell me about a Father Christmas
of the 15th century.
Okay. Well, I mean...
- I don't know. Let me try...
- Shoot.
- Leonardo da Vinci.
- Bravo! See?
- Got it right away, see?
- I'm glad.
- Now I'll ask you one more question.
- Yes.
How many children
at this very moment,
in war zones and under bombardment,
can write a letter to Father Christmas?
I don't know.
Zero.
- Hey, Nando.
- Yeah?
With all the debts you have,
I thought you had fled.
What a man of little faith.
I'm a changed man. In your face!
Today, all drinks are on me.
- Unbelievable.
- You know it.
Go.
What is your name again?
- So? Sabrina.
- Sabrina.
What a nice name you have, Sabrina.
- And who are you?
- Me?
My name is Nando.
What do you do, Nando?
You're a big shot, aren't you?
If only I could talk.
But my hands are tied.
- I like tied hands.
- You do, don't you?
I know all the knots.
Do you know how they call me?
"The Sailor of Trastevere."
You like my woman, huh?
If you touch her with a finger,
you're a dead man.
- Can I see them?
- What?
- The knots.
- The knots.
- Of course. Where are you taking me?
- Come.
Is there a playroom somewhere? Let's go!
- Come, come.
- Yes.
Where did you take me?
- And these?
- What are we doing with these?
Turn around.
Wasn't I suppose to tie the knots here?
- Now let me read you your rights.
- Read whatever you like.
You can read everything to me,
even the Yellow Pages.
Here we go. You move so well.
Aren't you gorgeous?
Wow, yes.
Hey, what is going on?
Darn, you're ugly!
Who are you?
Oh, my! Who are you? Polyphemus? So?
- We have to talk.
- Yes.
And if you don't collaborate...
I'm telling you everything.
I swear on the Banda della Magliana.
But get rid of this Polyphemus.
Oh, my. You're so ugly.
Margaret.
Befana, what are you doing here?
- Ferdinando told me everything.
- Who is Ferdinando?
The impostor,
the trash, the street vendor.
And I've recorded his confession,
just to be on the safe side.
Give me the great Golden Stamp, Margaret.
Just do it.
- I will never let you have Christmas.
- Think about it.
You could become my assistant chief.
A women's lobby,
it is very trendy this year.
And let's face it. We don't need a man.
You could be an inventor again.
I believe in your talent.
What if I don't do it?
I'll be forced to tell the whole world
that our dear Klaus XVI has disappeared.
You would never do it.
You would have done it by now.
You have 24 hours to think about my offer.
You are a wannabe, an opportunist,
an egotist who would step on anyone
- to feed her dark soul.
- Yes!
That's how I like you, Margaret. Feisty!
Hurry, though.
You have 23 hours and 59 minutes left.
Ticktock, ticktock.
Witch!
If I tell you...
Street... Saragozza 27.
Little Sergio and his sister Estella.
- Abajo.
- Abajo.
Number 27, abajo.
- I don't get what you're saying.
- Let me help you.
The capital of Nicaragua.
- What does this have to do with Christmas?
- Manila!
Manila. Yes, Manila.
- Managua.
- Managua. See, you don't know.
When you have to charge your G...
- Your GPS.
- The sleigh's GPS. How do you do that?
You don't know the data or the geography.
These are things Margaret takes care of.
But Margaret is not here.
You have to insert the data.
You have to take care of it.
Okay, come on.
- I want to help you.
- Go.
Street... Archimedes.
Parioli neighborhood, Rome. Easy.
Yes, but when you get to the fork,
it's one way
when you go downhill or uphill?
- I don't know.
- See? You don't know.
You must study.
I'm working.
No more Chinese for you?
No, I'm from Quadraro.
He's from Quadraro. I've been trying
to teach him for ages.
I don't agree at all.
We can't risk. We have no time.
It's the only sensible solution.
- Elfius.
- Here I am.
Elfius, I need you.
Assistant Chief, everybody does. Tell me.
Gather all the other elves.
This year, you will deliver
the presents yourselves.
- What?
- Yes.
Klaus wants you to do that.
He can't at the moment.
- Why?
- Because... Because... Because...
Why are you asking
all these questions, Elfius?
Hasn't it been your dream since forever?
Delivering the presents personally?
- Actually, it has.
- Right, so don't be hypocritical.
It's a promotion. Think of it that way.
Are you or are you not
the Employelf of the Year?
I don't know
if I can measure up, Margaret.
My dear Elfius.
Dark clouds are approaching.
I've seen things
you elves wouldn't believe.
Fighting sleighs on fire,
out in the open sea, off the bastions...
- Those ones.
- Those ones.
Snowflakes flashing
in the darkness of the North Pole.
And I saw presents lost,
like tears in the rain.
- It's time to deliver them. Now.
- We need the authorization.
Here it is.
Go.
At your command,
and thank you for trusting me.
Margaret, we've never delivered presents
on December 13th.
I know. But it's the only chance
to steal a march on Befana. Right?
Maybe if we do that,
Befana won't be able to blackmail us.
Bravo, this is the right strategy.
It will never work.
Score!
These ones are ready.
To the shipping department.
My fellow workelfs,
respectable colleagues,
I'd like a moment of your attention.
Klaus XVI needs us.
This year, we elves will be the ones
to deliver the presents to the kids.
We've never done it. How nice.
Yes, look here.
The great Golden Stamp.
We'll make it if we work together.
- For the heart of Christmas!
- For the heart of Christmas!
Hey.
Is there anyone here?
Sorry.
Does that kid live...
Boytoy?
He's not a kid.
It's my artificial intelligence.
And its name is Toyboy.
- Who is sending you?
- Father Christmas, ma'am.
My radio-controlled car.
Sorry, I have to go. I'm in a rush.
Rock 'n' roll never dies.
Sorry.
What is Margaret doing? Has she gone nuts?
Today is December 13th.
But you...
Have you asked Father Christmas
for a present, you airhead?
It's our competitor!
But it's not what I wanted.
Great.
Wrong presents on the wrong day.
Lucy?
Lucy?
Saint Lucy.
Lucy, how nice to see you.
Actually, Saint Luce,
as we say in the North.
In Heaven, I mean.
What good fortune brings you here?
Where is Klaus XVI?
Klaus went to do
the inspection of the reindeer.
Marga, do you think I'm stupid?
No, Saint, no, no. I would never dare.
Do you know what day it is today?
Today...
Eleven days till Christmas.
Today is December 13th, yes.
Exactly.
It's Saint Lucy's Day.
- And I'm her.
- Best wishes. I didn't think of that.
I'm the one who delivers presents
to all the kids in the world on the 13th.
"In the world"? You're going too far.
Saint Lucy, it's 20 towns along
the Po River's top.
Don't pull my leg, Marga.
You should know
I'm the protector of the eyes.
I see everything.
I think we're getting a bit confused.
I've been in this field of work
since 400 CE.
And I have never got confused.
Maybe this is not the right job for you.
Lucy, can you stop this nonsense?
They all know you are from Syracuse.
And you, Margaret,
not only you refused an offer
you couldn't refuse,
but you also stepped
on your great friend's toes.
I don't even know your name.
Sabrina, Befana. I don't know.
Dear, come on.
We have known each other for 780 years.
So you should know
that I'm getting upset.
And when I'm upset, I make a mess!
Ciuri, ciuri!
I should have figured out
it had to do with you.
No, Margaret. You put it all on yourself.
And now you'll pay the consequences.
ICELAND
JAPAN
CHINA
ITALY
So...
One more test.
Every Father Christmas must know,
by heart and inside out,
how every toy in the world works.
So, you have a handful.
There is even a puzzle
which teaches kids what smell things have.
Then we have these ones...
Here is an animal.
Here's that one...
Stanley Kubrick's Cube.
This is peculiar. It's fun, but hard.
All right, I...
- I'll leave you to it.
- All right.
- Enjoy your work.
- Bye. Thank you.
It doesn't look like work to me.
These...
Let's listen to...
a bit of music.
And this inevitably goes... Here we go.
How did it go?
Well, I have to admit, I had fun.
You should be able
to turn into Father Christmas.
I can try.
Never mind trying. Just do it.
Think of a fond memory.
One that warms your heart up.
He gave me a coupon for the spa.
He gave me a shampoo for a bald head.
Father Christmas went cuckoo.
Infamous traitor.
Who did you call "infamous traitor"?
Flash!
Margaret, I told you
this was not a good idea.
Assistant Chief,
you don't need to thank me.
Put your feet down!
- Is something wrong?
- Everything.
The most evil witch in the world
is threatening me,
while a very upset saint
is flooding the city.
And it is all your fault!
I told you I wouldn't measure up.
- Do you know what's gonna happen?
- What?
You will refund every single present.
Right now.
It's impossible. Look at the blizzard.
- You'll do it.
- No.
- Why is the principal stalking me today?
- No.
Hello, Principal.
Shall we comb the reindeer?
I'll go.
Your kids have caused a riot.
And this is unacceptable
and unjustifiable.
It's cringe.
So, snitch.
He insulted Father.
Father Christmas is not your father.
Indeed, Flash.
What role model do they have at home?
They have anger management issues.
Well, you probably
don't know my kids well.
Maybe you don't.
There are four children who are ready
to testify that it was his fault.
We can't accept any form of violence here.
Shall we review the educational methods?
Yes, no, well,
I just wanted to tell you that.
Actually...
Actually, it's very difficult to manage
two kids...
I manage 600 kids, 400 full-time.
I introduced sushi and sashimi Fridays.
Sure, you're great. I wanted to say
it's difficult to manage and bring them up
when you have
your own company to run, too,
and a husband who...
He is going on a work trip
at Christmas. You know?
Are you're still stuck on the myth
of the old-fashioned feminist
who thinks she's Wonder Woman
and carries all the weight
on her shoulders?
You do all this
because you would never apologize?
That's bollocks, come on. Sorry!
- Mom.
- Don't preach.
What's right is right.
No, because according to our policy,
swear words are not allowed here.
You're suspended.
Who cares? I'm not one of your students.
So, I'll suspend your kids, okay?
No lessons in December,
nor extra activities, including the choir.
- No!
- No!
- You're mean.
- Yes, unless you apologize.
- No way.
- So...
Get out of here, "#gameover."
Let's go.
Let's go!
I'm gonna make it.
I'm gonna make it.
I'm not gonna make it.
It's useless. I'm not gonna make it.
It's a waste of time.
Don't say that.
I'm giving up.
Are you giving up?
All right, give up then.
There is no point in going on.
Walk away. That's it. Walk away from it.
Sure... When all the kids in the world
learn there is no Father Christmas,
nor Christmas,
things will get a bit complicated,
- because they...
- What will they do?
They will get desperate.
They will be sad, they'll cry,
they'll bang their heads against the wall.
There will be tragedies
in the outskirts of the big cities.
People will beat each other up.
That's how wars break out.
But if you made up your mind like that,
what can we do?
Who cares about the children?
Kids!
Kids, can you come here?
I have to talk to you.
Sit down, please.
ELFHONSE
I wanted to talk to you
because today, I didn't set a good example
with my behavior.
I'm so sorry.
But there are also some things...
ELFHONSE
So?
Some things are changing...
Sorry.
It may be an emergency.
Tell me, Elfhonse.
Well, this is not a good moment.
On what channel?
All this Christmas chaos.
The delivery of the presents was done
by unauthorized personnel.
Father Christmas is gone. Vanished.
My name is Nando, I'm from Trastevere.
I sell lighters and tissues.
I've nothing to do with Father Christmas.
One day, this looney,
this crazy woman told me,
"Do you want to be Father Christmas?"
She gave me plenty of money.
I told her that for that amount,
I could be Snow White,
the Seven Dwarfs, and Prince Charming.
I've never believed in Father Christmas.
Not even as a kid.
We didn't have a Christmas tree at home.
We didn't put one up. I swear.
See? I told you.
I was right.
No, Flash.
Flash!
Star.
Flash, Star.
Kids!
Kids!
I'm sorry, Flash.
Sometimes, grown-ups go away.
But remember...
It's not our fault, okay?
Will you sing me a song?
What song?
The one you used to sing with Dad.
All right.
Little by little
You realize the wind
Is blowing on your face
And stealing a smile from you
The warm season
Which is about to end
Is blowing on your heart
And is stealing your love
And little by little
It is melting in tears
That sweet memory
Faded by time
Of the time you lived
With me in a room
There was no money
But lots of hope
And little by little
You are losing yourself
And I'm losing you
And what we had
Seems more and more absurd
Of the times at night
You became more and more real
And not like now
On a Saturday night
BEAR
Hello, Nicholas.
I just wanted to tell you
that I'm sorry we are not talking.
And also that here is a total madhouse.
I've tried my best.
But... it's mainly your fault.
I'm giving up.
Children. Children all over the world.
Hello. Hello, everybody. Hello.
Dear humans, thank you
for coming in such short notice.
Dear humans,
thank you for coming in such short notice.
I'm here on behalf
of the magical world of Christmas.
Regarding the indiscretions,
the gossips, the rumors
you heard about Klaus XVI...
...it's true, he decided...
It's all true. Father Christmas
has decided to abandon Christmas.
So, you're saying that today,
December 20th,
Christmas has been canceled?
Without warning?
Yes.
Unfortunately, Christmas
has been officially canceled.
How can you cancel Christmas
from one moment to the next?
Tell us more. What will the children say?
Go, go, go. No comment.
We have nothing more to say. Sorry.
Excuse me. Wait. Answer the question.
You don't get how serious this is.
Let's stick together. Unity is strength.
They'll elect a new Klaus.
What about us? Will we lose our jobs?
Yes.
Here she comes.
I know, I lied to you.
And I'm sorry.
In fact, I wanted to ask you...
I wanted to ask you...
Well, you know what I mean.
I only did it to save Christmas.
We would have helped you, Margaret,
if you had told us the truth.
Elfius. Elfius, wait!
Elfius.
No, wait.
Wait.
Elves, I can explain what happened.
Please, wait.
I know, I made a mistake.
I can explain what happened.
Don't leave. Please.
I'll go too, Margaret.
But you know you can count on me.
Elfhonse.
I can't take this anymore. I can't.
You have to tell me what to do.
Since my husband left,
I haven't heard from him.
Can you believe that?
I don't know whether he's dead or alive,
or with another woman, which is worse.
If he has another woman, I would fall
in a psychologically depressing loop.
I really don't know what to do.
You have to help me.
The kids are angry at me. Befana as well.
The elves, Saint Lucy,
and the whole world are angry at me.
And also, this drizzle is because of me.
Plus, this 300-per-hour therapy
doesn't work. Let's face it.
That's it. That's it.
Now, stop once for all!
Sorry.
Honestly, I understand your husband, kids,
dwarfs, gnomes, and everyone around you.
Now, do me a favor.
Tell me everything from the beginning
because I didn't understand anything.
It's not possible
that I can't understand a thing!
Shall I start from the very beginning?
Well, we were happy at first.
We wanted the same thi...
Well, we were happy.
We wanted to design toys,
we wanted the same things.
A home, a family...
Bravo, darling.
But do you see how Dad does? See?
Look at Mom there.
Nicholas was shining like a chosen one.
He was the heir of Father Christmas.
So, one day they came to pick him up,
and so he became Klaus XVI.
The first Father Christmas with a family.
But he had to hide it.
MAGICAL WORLD
OF CHRISTMAS
"With the powers vested in me
by the ancient Christmas spirit,
I proclaim Nicholas
as the successor of Klaus XV."
"Therefore,
Nicholas will be known
to the magical world as Klaus XVI."
On that day, our life changed.
We started to live undercover.
Like being in
a witness protection program.
I felt like the wife of an informer.
Margaret, I believe you.
I also got the Christmas metaphor
you are so fond of.
- No, it's the truth.
- Stop, though.
I get it's difficult for a couple
to face both failures and achievements.
There's a fine line
between being right and being wrong.
I'll give you three tips.
- I'm ready to listen to you.
- Please, be quiet.
So...
- You think you've spoiled everything.
- Yes.
Be more indulgent to yourself.
And you feel guilty.
Apologize.
And you don't know what to do anymore.
Ask for help.
Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Thank you.
- It's not deontological.
- Who cares? It's just the two of us.
Kids.
Kids, I'm back.
Sorry. I'm really sorry.
Mom. Is everything okay?
Yes... I mean, no.
No. I screwed up with your school,
with your dad... with Christmas.
I'm so sorry. I want to make it up to you.
How can you make up for all this?
- Are you gonna do it by yourself?
- Well, I'll never make it by myself.
I need help.
- I love you.
- Me too.
Can I talk to you?
Actually, your kids have been suspended,
and you're also not
on my favorite people's top list.
Yes, I know, and I'm sorry.
My kids shouldn't have fallen
for provocations.
What are you doing?
Are you being passive-aggressive?
Please, listen to me. I'm being honest.
I got it all wrong.
Indeed.
I got it all wrong with them, with you,
and I'm here to officially ask you
- "#sorry."
- "#sorry."
All right, Margaret.
All right.
With just one hashtag,
you managed to do the right thing with me,
with yourself,
and even with your kids.
And this
is what I call
a good educational role model. Bravo.
Thank you.
I also wanted to ask you a favor.
Could my kids rejoin
the choir for the Christmas concert?
It means so much to them,
it's important.
- Christmas has been cancelled.
- Yes, I know.
There is no Christmas concert
without Christmas.
I'll take care of that.
So, see you at the concert?
See you at the concert.
Behave.
- Goodbye, thank you.
- Goodby...
Have you ever noticed
some strange behavio...
A bit of mythom... Someth...
Go back to your classroom. Go.
That's going to be tough.
I've tried my best, but...
You've been good.
Nothing.
That's too bad, though.
It's a shame, yes.
Stop doing that.
Our Christmas will also be great.
I created a rainbow coal.
Have a taste.
- Good.
- And inclusive.
This year, there won't be
any good or naughty children.
They will all be happy. All of them.
Right. It's what I've always wanted.
Now, let's get ready.
So, counting all the children
on all continents,
the speed of the electric broom,
the rain right now,
we should leave...
Never.
Why?
The electric broom
doesn't work when it rains.
And don't start again.
Sabrina?
Befana?
May I come in?
May I?
- Margaret.
- Sabrina.
- I made a mess, sorry.
- I made a mess, sorry.
- I know why you behaved badly.
- I've refused your help.
I did refuse it because
I thought you wanted to trick me.
I only want children to be happy
at Christmas. Sorry.
Wait a second.
Are you apologizing?
Are you doing that too?
Truce?
Peace.
Hooray!
What is your plan?
- Can you make the rain stop?
- I'd love to, but only Saint Lucy can.
So, is there no hope?
We can ask
my artificial intelligence. Toyboy.
- Is he your artificial intelligence?
- That's the one I have.
How can we convince Saint Lucy
to make the rain stop?
No, sorry,
maybe we should be more specific.
How can we ask Saint Lucy
to make the rain stop,
even using some unconventional methods?
We'll blackmail her.
A great method used by criminals.
Will she turn up?
Toyboy is never wrong, dear.
See?
Girls?
Do you want to play war?
No, no, no. We want to make peace.
In fact, we are here to apologize.
So, as an apology, you kidnapped Pufulet?
Well... no.
Actually, we did it
to attract your attention.
- I didn't lay a finger on him.
- Yes.
You spoiled my day, Marga.
Why should I forgive you?
Because you're a saint.
God forgives.
- I don't.
- She apologized.
And so?
Come on, please, Saint Lucy.
All the children in the world are sad.
Ditto.
Please.
Can you make this blizzard of yours stop?
It's ruining the Christmas spirit.
This blizzard of mine?
Or Klaus XVI's disappearance?
Both.
Never mind. She is so selfish.
She doesn't care at all about Christmas.
- You're just a spoiled brat.
- No!
You're a brat.
- With those braces.
- What braces?
What did you do to me?
You're gonna pay for it.
No, no, no. Sabrina, don't do it.
Please, don't.
Pufulet.
My little donkey.
What did you do to him?
No, Saint Lucy. No, no, no!
What are you doing?
No, not my boyfriend!
You'll be damned!
What a nice little donkey.
You killed him!
It's just broken.
You're going to pay for this!
Girls, shall we try to find a solution?
Please!
Girls!
It's time to stop!
We're here to find a quick fix.
The only thing I see you doing
is fighting. It's not possible.
Do you have superpowers?
Let's use them for doing good.
We have much bigger problems.
Saint Lucy, please, stop this blizzard.
Join the team.
Be with us. We need you.
We can still save this Christmas together.
We can really save it.
- Why should I do what you say?
- Because she's right.
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry. I spoiled your holiday.
And I would do anything to make up for it.
Anything?
Yes, yes. Yes.
- Anything?
- Yes.
There's actually one thing I'd like to do.
- What?
- The Happy Hour.
- The Happy Hour?
- The Happy hour?
- Why?
- Why?
Because I'm a saint who lived
in the 400s, and I never had one.
Well, I won't come like this.
Let's dress up.
Happy?
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Isn't that dress a bit too much?
Is it?
- No, you look great, dear.
- No, no.
White looks good on you.
- Shall we dance like crazy?
- No, no, girls.
I will join you, but I won't dance.
All right.
If you don't dance with me, I swear
I'll make it rain till the Apocalypse.
Let's go.
Can I have one?
Thank you.
I'll have a break.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
I haven't had that much fun
in a long time.
I think I understand now what
Nicholas meant when he told me that...
We should start feeling again
and be closer.
That Christmas means family,
it's not a business. He was right.
I didn't know he was so deep.
He is. He is.
I've tried to reach him,
but there was no signal.
I saw you dancing with a guy.
Are you going to get engaged?
No, but he hit on me.
- And?
- And?
I blinded him.
Lucy.
I'm kidding. Anyway,
I've taken a vow of celibacy.
You did. I didn't.
But you broke Toyboy.
Come on, everything will fall into place.
How? He was custom-made.
Maybe you'll find a real one.
He will never be that perfect.
- It's true.
- You think?
You're welcome.
You did good.
- Hello.
- Hello.
You know I'm a real boy now?
So, you'll leave me for a younger fairy?
No way.
Thanks.
Are you going to hook up
on the dance floor?
We have to go.
- We have to save Christmas.
- Christmas. Let's move. Come on. Come.
We will come back here later, right?
Hello.
Darn, darn. You look pale.
Look, it stopped raining.
Would you like to go for walk? You and me.
Okay. Let me go get changed.
All right. I'll wait here.
Where are we going?
It's not about the trip,
but about the destination.
All right. Okay. You got it.
We are almost there.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
Hey, here you are.
- Hello, sweetheart.
- Hello, boss.
- Welcome.
- Are you here too, sir?
Yes, and stop calling me "sir."
- Okay. Are you here too?
- Bravo.
We've accomplished our task.
I wanted... We wanted to say goodbye...
with a last supper.
- It seemed nicer, don't you think?
- Sure.
How sad.
Strange. Children used to be more noisy.
Come on, guys. Eat something.
They've behaved like that
since Christmas was cancelled.
Why? What happened?
Father Christmas has disappeared.
I can sort of understand why he did it,
but this is the aftermath.
- Did you know about that?
- Why do you think we are here?
Sorry.
Where is he going?
To the toilet. Dunno.
The toilet is there.
Or maybe...
Where did I pee?
Merry Christmas
to all these lovely children.
What am I seeing here?
Here's a very cute boy,
and I've brought him...
a stapler,
which can turn into a flying little mouse.
For you, instead,
I brought
a soap bar you can wash
all your dolls with.
And I brought you the tongue of a wolf,
on which you can stick your slippers.
Merry Christmas.
Flowers for a beautiful lady.
And for her daughter.
- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas to you.
And remember,
Christmas is family,
and family is Christmas.
- Goodbye.
- Thank you.
- Merry Christmas.
- Bye.
- Bravo.
- Here I am. Sorry.
You were great. Bravo.
But who are you?
I'm Klaus XIII.
I was Father Christmas as well.
Were you?
Many years ago,
I mean, I had a crisis like yours.
And I came to this spa to get over it.
But, at the first test,
since I didn't pass it,
I gave up straight away.
So, they chose another one to replace me.
They left me here to be a spiritual guide.
To help who came next, like you.
I really needed
to find my Christmas spirit back.
- Sure, sure.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
Darn.
Let's make a toast.
- To happiness.
- To happiness.
So, everything is fixed now.
You can go back home.
If it weren't too late.
Why are you saying that?
Why is he saying that?
No, but why?
No, I'm sorry.
All right. You've tried your best.
- I'm sorry, though.
- It's a shame.
What a nice neighborhood, right?
Where are we?
Be quiet!
The kids are asleep!
- It's late.
- It's late.
- It's late.
- Actually, it's early.
We have to save Christmas.
Only for this year,
I'll give you all the Befana's stockings.
Thank you, Sabrina,
but we can't ruin your day as well.
- No.
- No. We have to find something.
Something... Presents
with Christmas spirit.
Mom?
They can't see you like that.
Turn into our usual selves!
Mom.
But... Who are they?
They are my friends.
They are here to help us saving Christmas.
But there are no more presents.
What about those?
They are a bit outdated.
I'm afraid kids today wouldn't like them.
I think they are cool.
Really?
Mom, kids are not expecting
anything anyway.
They will be happy.
They are peculiar.
But there aren't enough for everyone.
That's not a problem.
- Elfhonse.
- Yes?
Gather all the elves.
We've found a solution.
What are we supposed to do?
What presents are we giving the kids?
The presents are not a problem anymore.
Elfius.
I want to apologize and thank you
for everything you've done.
I want to tell you that this year as well,
you'll be awarded Employelf of the Year.
- Really?
- Yes.
- Thank you, Assistant Chief.
- You're welcome.
So...
Are we ready to go?
- For the heart of Christmas!
- For the heart of Christmas!
But Father is not here.
To save Christmas,
we don't need Klaus XVI.
Actually, he didn't say
"Father Christmas."
He said, "Father."
He said, "Father."
Klaus is back!
- Father!
- Dad!
- Here they are.
- Klaus?
Right on time.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Sorry.
Sorry.
- I've missed you.
- So have I.
I'm happy when I'm with you guys.
Sorry, sorry, but...
We're having a small Christmas emergency
to take care of.
Befana, Saint Lucy,
what are you doing here?
Well, that's sisterhood for you.
Have you ever heard of it?
Hey, this is our old car.
You've thought about everything.
Who did it? And how?
Chief, this is our Christmas present
for your family.
It was Elfhonse's idea.
I thought it was worth it to revive it.
Thank you.
- Nicholas.
- Yes?
Will you leave for your world tour
and then meet me at home?
- No.
- No?
What? No?
This year, you're coming with me.
- Yes. How cool!
- Kids, come on. Hop on, kids.
- Coats!
- Coats!
Give us their coats!
Please, darling.
Watch out. Go ahead.
Thank you.
Wear your hats.
Wrap yourselves, okay?
Hat.
Are we all set?
I'm happy.
Cool!
This is our home!
What's going on over there?
They're taking the tree down.
Yes, because Christmas has been cancelled.
We have to do something.
We have to stop them.
But how? We're on the sleigh with you.
They can see us. They know who we are.
I'm on it.
I can feel the disappointment.
Now we can confirm it.
Christmas has been officially cancelled.
We are in Piazza di Spagna
with these kids.
They are devastated.
No Christmas, no Father Christmas.
How do you feel now
that Father Christmas abandoned us?
That's not true!
Father Christmas is there!
Father Christmas, Father Christmas!
The real one!
Look.
Here we go. We are here.
Come, darling.
Star.
Flash.
- Welcome back, Father Christmas.
- Hello.
Hello. Hello.
- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
Hi, Father Christmas.
Merry Christmas, kids.
- Hello.
- Merry Christmas.
We have some presents to deliver.
How cool!
Stop everything!
- Father Christmas, give us a statement.
- Yes?
- So, is Christmas back on?
- Christmas is on.
But I want to apologize to everyone.
And especially to her.
To Margaret.
What? And who is she?
- Well, I am...
- She's the one who saved Christmas.
And she can't be left behind the scenes.
This is Margaret.
The woman I love. My wife.
Wow, this is a real scoop.
So, not only we have a Father Christmas,
but also a Mother Christmas?
I could do all this
thanks to my girlfriends.
These women stood by me
through a difficult time.
Befana and Saint Lucy.
Double scoop. Where are they?
Can we interview them?
I'm not sure. They are very busy.
- Thank you. Thanks a lot.
- Great.
It's time to go.
Hey, Bear.
I'm Bear, yes. Yes.
That's gross.
Better this way, Flash. Better.
This is actual magic.
Let's go.
Come, kids. Come.
Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.
Here I go
Out to sea again
The sunshine fills my hair
And dreams hang in the air
Gulls in the sky
And in my blue eye
You know it feels unfair
There's magic everywhere
Look at me standing
Here on my own again
Up straight in the sunshine
No need to run and hide
- But that is...
- The heart of Christmas.
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to laugh and cry
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
You know, Nicholas. Father Christmas
could also be Mother Christmas.
Maybe it's actually time
for a Mother Christmas.
Okay, but the rules in the magic world...
We'll change those too.
Because you're there
And I need a friend
Oh, I need a friend
To make me happy
Not stand here on my own
Look at me standing
Here on my own again
Up straight in the sunshine
No need to run and hide
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to laugh and cry
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to run and hide
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to laugh and cry
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
CHRISTMALLICA - PACKIN' XMAS