The Brady Bunch (1969) s01e12 Episode Script
The Voice of Christmas
1
Here's the story of a lovely lady ♪
Who was bringing up
three very lovely girls ♪
All of them had hair of gold,
like their mother ♪
The youngest one in curls
It's the story of a man named Brady ♪
Who was busy
with three boys of his own ♪
They were four men living all together ♪
Yet they were all alone
Till the one day
when the lady met this fellow ♪
And they knew that it was
much more than a hunch ♪
That this group must
somehow form a family ♪
That's the way they all
became the Brady Bunch ♪
The Brady Bunch, the Brady Bunch ♪
That's the way they
became the Brady Bunch. ♪
'Tis the season to be jolly ♪
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la ♪
Don we now
There! How's that for
a masterpiece, hmm?
Alice, you did such
a beautiful job with that
I'm gonna let you help me with this one.
Oh, Mrs. Brady is really going
to be thrilled with that tape recorder.
Well, she's been rehearsing
her solo day and night
for the church service
Christmas morning.
Thought she'd get a kick out
of putting her voice on tape.
I better get this wrapped
before she gets back from choir practice.
She's really thrilled
about singing that solo.
I hope they like her.
You kidding? She's gonna knock
that congregation right out of their pews.
You have a way of putting things, Alice.
I need your finger.
Press down hard right there. Okay.
I don't know how Mrs. Brady does it.
Besides all that singing,
she's been addressing
Christmas cards, shopping
Alice
I guess the singing gives her
something to think about
while she's doing everything else.
Say, now, how's that going to look?
Alice
Yes, Mr. Brady?
Alice, I hate to be a spoilsport
but I need that finger.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Hey, I got to remember how I did that.
One of these days, I'm gonna meet
an eligible bachelor, and I
Oh, hi, Mrs. Brady.
Hi, honey. What's wrong?
( Whispering ): I can't talk.
You can't talk!
You lost your voice?!
ALICE: Oh, my!
The Christmas service!
How are you going to sing
without a voice?
Ohh!
MIKE: Yes?
Yes.
Yes, Doctor, she's using it now.
Any further results of those tests?
Get your head back under there.
Yes, Doctor.
She has what?!
Laryngopharyng
More commonly referred to as laryngitis.
Mm-hmm.
I see.
Uh-huh.
Yes, Doctor, I'll tell her.
Thank you very much.
Good-bye.
( Mike sighs )
The Doctor says all that rehearsing
has strained your vocal chords
and if you want to sing
Christmas morning
you have to have
complete rest and quiet.
But, Mike, I have to decorate the tree
and do my Christmas shopping and
And do not try to talk!
Mike, there's so much to do.
Will you relax?
Everything will get done.
When the boys get back with the tree
we'll all pitch in and help decorate it.
We'll get the shopping done, too.
You take it easy and rest your voice.
Uh-uh-uh!
Don't talk.
( Chuckles )
Aw, honey, I know you don't
like to baby yourself
but it's doctor's orders.
This is our first family
Christmas together
and that's the main thing, isn't it?
( Chuckling ): Attagirl.
( Banging ) Now, you just
GREG: Take it easy!
PETER: Hurry up, will you?
I better give them a hand.
Now, listen, you don't go anywhere.
You get back under
your teepee, Pocahontas.
Hold it, hold it, we're
breaking the branches.
PETER: I told you
not to buy such a big one!
Well, let's swing it around.
Just a minute, Dad,
we got a problem here.
We're trying to get the Christmas tree
through the door.
Come on.
Boy, are we dum-dums.
Don't feel bad, fellas.
They didn't give me an
architect's degree for nothing!
Hey!
Now all we got to do
is figure out where to put it.
Honey, you shouldn't be roaming around.
Okay.
The boys picked out a beauty.
GREG: I picked it out.
PETER: I pointed to it.
BOBBY: I saw it first!
There's enough credit for everybody.
MIKE: Where would you like it, honey?
Oh, you're going to leave it
up to us?
All righty!
Let's see.
Hey, how about over there?
Looks great to me.
MIKE: Let's go.
Ally-oop!
Careful, now, we don't want
to break the branches.
Here, let's set it down here, boys.
Okay, Bobby, Peter, move the horse.
Don't drop it, fellas.
Put this over here for the time being.
Okay
into the corner.
There, how's that?
Looks great.
Yeah, perfect, isn't it?
No.
You heard your mother, boys.
She wants it in the entry hall.
Hop to it.
Up we go.
Okay, boys, put it down there.
Hey, hey, hey!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, okay.
You're right, honey,
that's the only place for it.
Did you find a spot, honey?
GREG: Where?
That's the first place we put it.
You heard your mother, boys.
Let's go.
ALICE: Careful, girls,
don't drop those boxes.
We've got enough Christmas ornaments
to decorate the whole neighborhood.
That's what happens
when two families get together.
These are heavy.
Where should we put them, Mom?
Be careful with those
ornaments, kids, they're fragile.
What does that mean "fragile"?
( Sighs )
That's "fragile."
Ugh! That smells terrible, Alice!
I don't think you're going to get.
Mrs. Brady to try it.
It may not smell like gardenia
but the main thing is
it's a cure for laryngitis.
Aah, that needs more vinegar.
Vinegar! What else have you got
in that witches' brew?
Oh, oil of camphor, tar,
pepper, mustard powder
my grandmother's secret remedy.
How could she keep it a secret?
You can smell it for 15 miles.
( Coughing )
You're going to soak that cloth
in that stuff
and get Mrs. Brady to wear it
around her neck?
That's the idea.
( Grunts doubtingly )
Well, none of the other
medicines has worked.
In fact, I'm planning to exchange
that tape recorder.
Well, there's no need
in reminding her she can't sing now.
If this works, she might get
her voice back by Christmas.
Yeah, I hope you're right.
I think the best thing you can do
with that concoction
is to pour it down the drain
and hope it doesn't wreck the plumbing.
Mr. Brady, many people
have scoffed at this remedy
GREG: Hi, Dad.
We gonna go shopping soon?
Yeah, in a little while, Greg.
Before we go shopping
I'm going to fix lunch.
Not for me.
I just decided to go on a diet.
Mrs. Brady, this is my grandmother's
secret remedy for curing laryngitis.
Stand still, let me
wrap it around your neck.
I know it doesn't smell very nice
but you'll get used to it
in just a little while.
( Whispering ): Alice, no!
But you've tried all the other medicines,
Mrs. Brady, and they haven't worked.
Now, please give it a chance.
Mrs. Brady, don't you trust me?
( Whispers ): No.
Look, I'll show you
it's not so bad to wear.
( Inhales deeply )
See? I can hardly smell it at all.
Will you wear it?
You won't be sorry, Mrs. Brady.
You'll be cured in 24 hours.
( Whispering ): 24 hours!
24 hours. Unless you break out in a rash
and then you ought to take it off.
You're wearing
Grandma's secret remedy, huh?
Let's hope it does the job.
We're going to go downtown
and finish the shopping.
I'll round up the kids.
Who knows, honey?
It might just work, you know.
Does the smell bother you?
No. No, it's not too bad.
( Chuckles )
We better get going
we won't be too long.
Uh, no.
Oh, it looks like we got here
during the rush hour.
Now, you be a nice little girl
and you'll get that puppy for Christmas.
I can wait by myself, Daddy.
Well, I did want to exchange this present.
You sure you don't mind waiting alone?
Daddy, I'm six years old!
I keep forgetting.
Now, I'll be right back
and you wait right here.
Okay.
Okay.
( Elevator bell rings )
Hi, I'm Cindy.
What's your name?
I hate girls.
A basketball and a BB gun
and a four-speed bike with hand brakes
and a dart game, and
a baseball mitt lefty
and a bow and arrow set, and a
All right, sonny, I'll do all I can for you.
Now, you just run along
and be a good boy.
I'm only half finished. Well, I know,
but I have to go and feed
my reindeer, and besides,
there are a lot of other children waiting.
I'll read this later.
You might forget.
Oh, I'll never forget you, sonny.
Merry Christmas.
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!
You're next, little girl.
Well, my sakes!
What's your name?
Cindy Brady.
My, but you are a pretty little girl!
What toy would you like
to have Santa bring you?
Oh, I don't want any toys.
No toys?
Well, you must want
something for Christmas.
I do I want my mommy
to get her voice back.
Your mommy's voice back?
Mommy's got "Larry-gitis" real bad.
Well, that is a shame.
And she has to sing
at church on Christmas.
Well, Cindy, I don't think I can
Oh, please, Santa.
It's all I want for Christmas.
Well, you certainly are
a sweet, unselfish little girl.
I'm sure your mommy
will get her voice back.
Oh, thank you, Santa!
( Santa chuckling )
Daddy, Daddy!
What are you so excited
about, sweetie, huh?
Santa's going to give Mommy
her voice back for Christmas.
He's what?
He promised Mommy can sing
on Christmas morning.
Oh, honey, how could he do that?
He's not a doctor.
He's better than a doctor.
He's Santa Claus.
Why would you make such a promise
to a little girl?
Listen, this is Christmas, mister,
and I'm Santa Claus.
You know, maybe it's okay
to promise material things
like toys and dolls and bicycles,
but not voices.
How's Cindy gonna feel
tomorrow morning
when her mother can't even
say "Merry Christmas" to her?
I'm sorry, but that little kid
is hard to resist.
When she looks at you
with those big baby blues
you just want to give her everything.
Not things you can't deliver.
Look, she believes in you, you know.
Honest
I only wanted to make her happy.
That's great for now.
What's going to make
her happy Christmas Day?
I can hardly wait for Christmas, Mommy.
( Raspily ): Me, too.
And wait till you see
what Santa's bringing you.
Santa's bringing me something?
Uh-huh. But it's a secret,
so I can't tell you
what it is.
All right, I'll tell.
You're going to get your voice back
on Christmas.
It's true, Mommy.
Santa promised me.
You asked Santa
to give me my voice back?
Uh-huh. I asked Santa today
and he said he would.
Cindy, can I see you for a moment?
Sure, Daddy.
Be right back, Mommy.
I told Mommy what Santa's bringing her.
( Sighs )
Daddy?
Hmm?
Did you bring me out here
to watch you walk?
No, sweetheart.
I have something to say to you
but I'm not sure how to say it.
You're going to scold me?
No, of course not.
I didn't think so.
You always know how to do that.
Cindy, I don't want you
to build your hopes too high
that your mother will get her voice back
by Christmas.
Oh, she will.
Santa said so.
Well, maybe you misunderstood him.
Now, he didn't exactly promise, did he?
Oh, yes, Daddy, he did.
Really he did
and he's Santa Claus.
( Sighs )
Cindy, I don't want you
to expect a miracle.
Oh, I don't expect a miracle.
I just expect Mommy to sing good.
Now, where would be a good place
to hide the boys' presents?
Do we have to hide them?
It's a surprise!
They'll never expect
to be getting presents from us.
How about in the closet?
No, that'll be the first place they'll look
when they start snooping.
What makes you think they'll snoop?
Well, we snoop, don't we?
All right, now, just make sure
the girls don't catch you hiding these.
If they catch me
should I eat the present?
Eat it?!
He's been watching too many
of those spy programs.
Mrs. Brady?
MAN ( over radio ): It is now
11:15 on this night before Christmas.
We interrupt the music
to bring you another bulletin
on Santa Claus.
Our Canadian tracking station
has spotted
his reindeer-powered sleigh
zooming through the skies over Montreal
and headed for New York.
We'll keep you informed
as further bulletins come in.
And now, back to Christmas music.
( Knob clicks )
Find one of yours?
What did it sound like?
Who cares? I started thinking
about Mom losing her voice
on Christmas.
Yeah, just when she's
supposed to sing her solo.
It's a bum deal.
I thought sure she'd have
her voice back by now.
PETER: Me, too.
Keep it down, would you?
You'll wake everybody up.
JAN: Who can sleep?
Some Christmas!
It's no fun this year.
Aha! I caught you in the act!
Sneaking down, trying to guess
what the presents are, huh?
Nobody feels much like
guessing presents.
You know what I think
I think we ought to postpone Christmas
till Mom can talk again.
GREG: I'm for that.
BOBBY: Me, too.
Let's skip Christmas this year.
Okay, it's unanimous
we'll cancel Christmas.
Take the tree down
get the presents back to the store.
I'll throw the turkey away.
Of course, it might disappoint
your mother a little.
She's had one tough break already.
She and your dad
were looking forward to us all having
a wonderful first Christmas together.
Well, why worry about how they feel?
We don't want to disappoint them.
Of course not.
Well, that's exactly
what you'd be doing.
It was your idea, Marcia.
I only meant it
because Mom can't sing tomorrow.
You can't throw the turkey away, Alice
it's got my favorite dressing.
Don't worry, honey, I won't.
I just wanted you all to realize
you didn't really mean
what you were saying.
You sure scared me.
Okay, everybody off to bed now.
Come on, back you go.
Off, Dasher, off, Dancer, off, Prancer
Off, Vixen.
On, Comet, on, Cupid,
and Donner and Blitzen.
We were just going back to bed.
Good night, kids.
Mr. Brady, I didn't know you were there.
Alice, I heard part of what
you said to the kids.
( Carol humming
"O Come All Ye Faithful" )
Honey honey
wake up.
Sing.
( With full voice ): Sing?
At this hour?
I can't even talk.
I just did!
Oh, Mike!
I'm not dreaming!
I'm awake! I can talk.
Sing, honey, sing!
O come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
O come ye
O come ye to Bethlehem
Come and behold Him
Born the King of angels
O come let us adore Him
O come let us adore Him ♪
O come let us adore Him
Christ the Lord
Come and behold Him
Born the King of angels
O come let us adore Him
O come let us adore Him ♪
O come let us adore Him
Christ the Lord.
Cindy, I think it's time
you went to bed, sweetheart.
Just a minute, Mommy.
I want to finish
this thank-you letter to Santa Claus.
Thank-you letter!
Oh, Santa's gonna like that.
That's very thoughtful of you.
Love
Cindy.
There, now, it's all finished.
I hope Santa can read first-grade writing.
Oh, I'm sure he can.
Daddy, I told you
Santa would give Mommy
her voice back.
Yeah.
Well
you were right, sweetie.
Christmas is the season
for miracles, huh?
Here's the story of a lovely lady ♪
Who was bringing up
three very lovely girls ♪
All of them had hair of gold,
like their mother ♪
The youngest one in curls
It's the story of a man named Brady ♪
Who was busy
with three boys of his own ♪
They were four men living all together ♪
Yet they were all alone
Till the one day
when the lady met this fellow ♪
And they knew that it was
much more than a hunch ♪
That this group must
somehow form a family ♪
That's the way they all
became the Brady Bunch ♪
The Brady Bunch, the Brady Bunch ♪
That's the way they
became the Brady Bunch. ♪
'Tis the season to be jolly ♪
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la ♪
Don we now
There! How's that for
a masterpiece, hmm?
Alice, you did such
a beautiful job with that
I'm gonna let you help me with this one.
Oh, Mrs. Brady is really going
to be thrilled with that tape recorder.
Well, she's been rehearsing
her solo day and night
for the church service
Christmas morning.
Thought she'd get a kick out
of putting her voice on tape.
I better get this wrapped
before she gets back from choir practice.
She's really thrilled
about singing that solo.
I hope they like her.
You kidding? She's gonna knock
that congregation right out of their pews.
You have a way of putting things, Alice.
I need your finger.
Press down hard right there. Okay.
I don't know how Mrs. Brady does it.
Besides all that singing,
she's been addressing
Christmas cards, shopping
Alice
I guess the singing gives her
something to think about
while she's doing everything else.
Say, now, how's that going to look?
Alice
Yes, Mr. Brady?
Alice, I hate to be a spoilsport
but I need that finger.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Hey, I got to remember how I did that.
One of these days, I'm gonna meet
an eligible bachelor, and I
Oh, hi, Mrs. Brady.
Hi, honey. What's wrong?
( Whispering ): I can't talk.
You can't talk!
You lost your voice?!
ALICE: Oh, my!
The Christmas service!
How are you going to sing
without a voice?
Ohh!
MIKE: Yes?
Yes.
Yes, Doctor, she's using it now.
Any further results of those tests?
Get your head back under there.
Yes, Doctor.
She has what?!
Laryngopharyng
More commonly referred to as laryngitis.
Mm-hmm.
I see.
Uh-huh.
Yes, Doctor, I'll tell her.
Thank you very much.
Good-bye.
( Mike sighs )
The Doctor says all that rehearsing
has strained your vocal chords
and if you want to sing
Christmas morning
you have to have
complete rest and quiet.
But, Mike, I have to decorate the tree
and do my Christmas shopping and
And do not try to talk!
Mike, there's so much to do.
Will you relax?
Everything will get done.
When the boys get back with the tree
we'll all pitch in and help decorate it.
We'll get the shopping done, too.
You take it easy and rest your voice.
Uh-uh-uh!
Don't talk.
( Chuckles )
Aw, honey, I know you don't
like to baby yourself
but it's doctor's orders.
This is our first family
Christmas together
and that's the main thing, isn't it?
( Chuckling ): Attagirl.
( Banging ) Now, you just
GREG: Take it easy!
PETER: Hurry up, will you?
I better give them a hand.
Now, listen, you don't go anywhere.
You get back under
your teepee, Pocahontas.
Hold it, hold it, we're
breaking the branches.
PETER: I told you
not to buy such a big one!
Well, let's swing it around.
Just a minute, Dad,
we got a problem here.
We're trying to get the Christmas tree
through the door.
Come on.
Boy, are we dum-dums.
Don't feel bad, fellas.
They didn't give me an
architect's degree for nothing!
Hey!
Now all we got to do
is figure out where to put it.
Honey, you shouldn't be roaming around.
Okay.
The boys picked out a beauty.
GREG: I picked it out.
PETER: I pointed to it.
BOBBY: I saw it first!
There's enough credit for everybody.
MIKE: Where would you like it, honey?
Oh, you're going to leave it
up to us?
All righty!
Let's see.
Hey, how about over there?
Looks great to me.
MIKE: Let's go.
Ally-oop!
Careful, now, we don't want
to break the branches.
Here, let's set it down here, boys.
Okay, Bobby, Peter, move the horse.
Don't drop it, fellas.
Put this over here for the time being.
Okay
into the corner.
There, how's that?
Looks great.
Yeah, perfect, isn't it?
No.
You heard your mother, boys.
She wants it in the entry hall.
Hop to it.
Up we go.
Okay, boys, put it down there.
Hey, hey, hey!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, okay.
You're right, honey,
that's the only place for it.
Did you find a spot, honey?
GREG: Where?
That's the first place we put it.
You heard your mother, boys.
Let's go.
ALICE: Careful, girls,
don't drop those boxes.
We've got enough Christmas ornaments
to decorate the whole neighborhood.
That's what happens
when two families get together.
These are heavy.
Where should we put them, Mom?
Be careful with those
ornaments, kids, they're fragile.
What does that mean "fragile"?
( Sighs )
That's "fragile."
Ugh! That smells terrible, Alice!
I don't think you're going to get.
Mrs. Brady to try it.
It may not smell like gardenia
but the main thing is
it's a cure for laryngitis.
Aah, that needs more vinegar.
Vinegar! What else have you got
in that witches' brew?
Oh, oil of camphor, tar,
pepper, mustard powder
my grandmother's secret remedy.
How could she keep it a secret?
You can smell it for 15 miles.
( Coughing )
You're going to soak that cloth
in that stuff
and get Mrs. Brady to wear it
around her neck?
That's the idea.
( Grunts doubtingly )
Well, none of the other
medicines has worked.
In fact, I'm planning to exchange
that tape recorder.
Well, there's no need
in reminding her she can't sing now.
If this works, she might get
her voice back by Christmas.
Yeah, I hope you're right.
I think the best thing you can do
with that concoction
is to pour it down the drain
and hope it doesn't wreck the plumbing.
Mr. Brady, many people
have scoffed at this remedy
GREG: Hi, Dad.
We gonna go shopping soon?
Yeah, in a little while, Greg.
Before we go shopping
I'm going to fix lunch.
Not for me.
I just decided to go on a diet.
Mrs. Brady, this is my grandmother's
secret remedy for curing laryngitis.
Stand still, let me
wrap it around your neck.
I know it doesn't smell very nice
but you'll get used to it
in just a little while.
( Whispering ): Alice, no!
But you've tried all the other medicines,
Mrs. Brady, and they haven't worked.
Now, please give it a chance.
Mrs. Brady, don't you trust me?
( Whispers ): No.
Look, I'll show you
it's not so bad to wear.
( Inhales deeply )
See? I can hardly smell it at all.
Will you wear it?
You won't be sorry, Mrs. Brady.
You'll be cured in 24 hours.
( Whispering ): 24 hours!
24 hours. Unless you break out in a rash
and then you ought to take it off.
You're wearing
Grandma's secret remedy, huh?
Let's hope it does the job.
We're going to go downtown
and finish the shopping.
I'll round up the kids.
Who knows, honey?
It might just work, you know.
Does the smell bother you?
No. No, it's not too bad.
( Chuckles )
We better get going
we won't be too long.
Uh, no.
Oh, it looks like we got here
during the rush hour.
Now, you be a nice little girl
and you'll get that puppy for Christmas.
I can wait by myself, Daddy.
Well, I did want to exchange this present.
You sure you don't mind waiting alone?
Daddy, I'm six years old!
I keep forgetting.
Now, I'll be right back
and you wait right here.
Okay.
Okay.
( Elevator bell rings )
Hi, I'm Cindy.
What's your name?
I hate girls.
A basketball and a BB gun
and a four-speed bike with hand brakes
and a dart game, and
a baseball mitt lefty
and a bow and arrow set, and a
All right, sonny, I'll do all I can for you.
Now, you just run along
and be a good boy.
I'm only half finished. Well, I know,
but I have to go and feed
my reindeer, and besides,
there are a lot of other children waiting.
I'll read this later.
You might forget.
Oh, I'll never forget you, sonny.
Merry Christmas.
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!
You're next, little girl.
Well, my sakes!
What's your name?
Cindy Brady.
My, but you are a pretty little girl!
What toy would you like
to have Santa bring you?
Oh, I don't want any toys.
No toys?
Well, you must want
something for Christmas.
I do I want my mommy
to get her voice back.
Your mommy's voice back?
Mommy's got "Larry-gitis" real bad.
Well, that is a shame.
And she has to sing
at church on Christmas.
Well, Cindy, I don't think I can
Oh, please, Santa.
It's all I want for Christmas.
Well, you certainly are
a sweet, unselfish little girl.
I'm sure your mommy
will get her voice back.
Oh, thank you, Santa!
( Santa chuckling )
Daddy, Daddy!
What are you so excited
about, sweetie, huh?
Santa's going to give Mommy
her voice back for Christmas.
He's what?
He promised Mommy can sing
on Christmas morning.
Oh, honey, how could he do that?
He's not a doctor.
He's better than a doctor.
He's Santa Claus.
Why would you make such a promise
to a little girl?
Listen, this is Christmas, mister,
and I'm Santa Claus.
You know, maybe it's okay
to promise material things
like toys and dolls and bicycles,
but not voices.
How's Cindy gonna feel
tomorrow morning
when her mother can't even
say "Merry Christmas" to her?
I'm sorry, but that little kid
is hard to resist.
When she looks at you
with those big baby blues
you just want to give her everything.
Not things you can't deliver.
Look, she believes in you, you know.
Honest
I only wanted to make her happy.
That's great for now.
What's going to make
her happy Christmas Day?
I can hardly wait for Christmas, Mommy.
( Raspily ): Me, too.
And wait till you see
what Santa's bringing you.
Santa's bringing me something?
Uh-huh. But it's a secret,
so I can't tell you
what it is.
All right, I'll tell.
You're going to get your voice back
on Christmas.
It's true, Mommy.
Santa promised me.
You asked Santa
to give me my voice back?
Uh-huh. I asked Santa today
and he said he would.
Cindy, can I see you for a moment?
Sure, Daddy.
Be right back, Mommy.
I told Mommy what Santa's bringing her.
( Sighs )
Daddy?
Hmm?
Did you bring me out here
to watch you walk?
No, sweetheart.
I have something to say to you
but I'm not sure how to say it.
You're going to scold me?
No, of course not.
I didn't think so.
You always know how to do that.
Cindy, I don't want you
to build your hopes too high
that your mother will get her voice back
by Christmas.
Oh, she will.
Santa said so.
Well, maybe you misunderstood him.
Now, he didn't exactly promise, did he?
Oh, yes, Daddy, he did.
Really he did
and he's Santa Claus.
( Sighs )
Cindy, I don't want you
to expect a miracle.
Oh, I don't expect a miracle.
I just expect Mommy to sing good.
Now, where would be a good place
to hide the boys' presents?
Do we have to hide them?
It's a surprise!
They'll never expect
to be getting presents from us.
How about in the closet?
No, that'll be the first place they'll look
when they start snooping.
What makes you think they'll snoop?
Well, we snoop, don't we?
All right, now, just make sure
the girls don't catch you hiding these.
If they catch me
should I eat the present?
Eat it?!
He's been watching too many
of those spy programs.
Mrs. Brady?
MAN ( over radio ): It is now
11:15 on this night before Christmas.
We interrupt the music
to bring you another bulletin
on Santa Claus.
Our Canadian tracking station
has spotted
his reindeer-powered sleigh
zooming through the skies over Montreal
and headed for New York.
We'll keep you informed
as further bulletins come in.
And now, back to Christmas music.
( Knob clicks )
Find one of yours?
What did it sound like?
Who cares? I started thinking
about Mom losing her voice
on Christmas.
Yeah, just when she's
supposed to sing her solo.
It's a bum deal.
I thought sure she'd have
her voice back by now.
PETER: Me, too.
Keep it down, would you?
You'll wake everybody up.
JAN: Who can sleep?
Some Christmas!
It's no fun this year.
Aha! I caught you in the act!
Sneaking down, trying to guess
what the presents are, huh?
Nobody feels much like
guessing presents.
You know what I think
I think we ought to postpone Christmas
till Mom can talk again.
GREG: I'm for that.
BOBBY: Me, too.
Let's skip Christmas this year.
Okay, it's unanimous
we'll cancel Christmas.
Take the tree down
get the presents back to the store.
I'll throw the turkey away.
Of course, it might disappoint
your mother a little.
She's had one tough break already.
She and your dad
were looking forward to us all having
a wonderful first Christmas together.
Well, why worry about how they feel?
We don't want to disappoint them.
Of course not.
Well, that's exactly
what you'd be doing.
It was your idea, Marcia.
I only meant it
because Mom can't sing tomorrow.
You can't throw the turkey away, Alice
it's got my favorite dressing.
Don't worry, honey, I won't.
I just wanted you all to realize
you didn't really mean
what you were saying.
You sure scared me.
Okay, everybody off to bed now.
Come on, back you go.
Off, Dasher, off, Dancer, off, Prancer
Off, Vixen.
On, Comet, on, Cupid,
and Donner and Blitzen.
We were just going back to bed.
Good night, kids.
Mr. Brady, I didn't know you were there.
Alice, I heard part of what
you said to the kids.
( Carol humming
"O Come All Ye Faithful" )
Honey honey
wake up.
Sing.
( With full voice ): Sing?
At this hour?
I can't even talk.
I just did!
Oh, Mike!
I'm not dreaming!
I'm awake! I can talk.
Sing, honey, sing!
O come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
O come ye
O come ye to Bethlehem
Come and behold Him
Born the King of angels
O come let us adore Him
O come let us adore Him ♪
O come let us adore Him
Christ the Lord
Come and behold Him
Born the King of angels
O come let us adore Him
O come let us adore Him ♪
O come let us adore Him
Christ the Lord.
Cindy, I think it's time
you went to bed, sweetheart.
Just a minute, Mommy.
I want to finish
this thank-you letter to Santa Claus.
Thank-you letter!
Oh, Santa's gonna like that.
That's very thoughtful of you.
Love
Cindy.
There, now, it's all finished.
I hope Santa can read first-grade writing.
Oh, I'm sure he can.
Daddy, I told you
Santa would give Mommy
her voice back.
Yeah.
Well
you were right, sweetie.
Christmas is the season
for miracles, huh?