I just can't go out there tonight. I've had it; I'm through! –Gee, I-I never thought I'd hear that kind of talk from Santa Claus. Where's your Christmas Spirit? –Christmas Spirit? You know what Christmas means to me? A kick in the teeth, mister, right down the line. –Oh, you don't really mean that. –Oh don't I? It's easy for you. You just go home Christmas Eve and sack out. Me, I gotta make a fool out of myself... Put on this red velvet suit and climb down every chimney in the world. –Well, that-- that is a lot of chimneys. –And for what? Every place I go it's the same thing: sour milk and stale cookies. Why do I have to climb down the chimney? Why--Why can't I walk in the front door like anybody else? It's discrimination.
