(telephone rings) Reference. Merry Christmas, Miss Costello. Yeah, sure I can. You got a pencil? Would you please write it down and file it away some place? Every year you people ask for the same information. Dasher, Prancer, Dancer, and Vixen. Cupid, Comet, Dunder, and Blixem. You're welcome. (hangs up telephone) –They're running true to form. –Along about 4 o'clock they'll be calling up for a complete text of A Visit From St. Nick.
(telephone rings) I'll do it. Hello? Yes. Yes, I can. ''Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.'