that there is a Santa Claus?
Yes.
On more than one occasion?
Uh...y-yeah.
Mrs. Collins,
have you taken your children to see
a department store Santa Claus this year?
Yes, we have.
- Where?
- At cole's.
So your children have met Mr. Kringle.
Oh, yes.
And they accepted him as Santa Claus.
Yes.
Did the question of Mr. Kringle's
authenticity arise at any time
Before or after your children met him?
Uh...yes. It was after.
And did you deny...or confirm...
that Mr. Kringle is the real Santa Claus?
You're under oath now, Mrs. Collins.
U-um...w-well, actually, my--my husband
confirmed that he's the real Santa Claus.
No further questions, your honor.
Thank you, Mrs. Collins.
Merry christmas.
Mr. Collins...do you wish to
cross-examine...your wife?
I object, your honor.
This is irrelevant, immaterial,
and absolutely ridiculous.
Mr. Bedford is making
a mockery of this court.
He's not even established that
there's such a person as Santa Claus.
Your honor, I would ask Mr. Collins
if he could offer any proof that there
Is no Santa Claus.
Your honor, I'd like a recess until tomorrow
so that I might Adequately prepare
to meet Mr. Bedford's challenge.
Mr. Bedford, do you have any objections?
No, your honor.
This court stands in recess
until 9:00 tomorrow morning.
I knew if I got him angry enough,
he'd take the offensive.
There's no way in a court of law
we can prove Santa Claus exists
or that you're him.
Haven't you given him the opportunity
of proving that I don't exist?
Exactly. You see, he'll go too far.
Our best defense is to let collins
hang himself.
Oh. Oh, I see.
But you have to promise me one thing.
You'll speak only when I tell you to.
You have my word.
Good. Come on.
I, um...I just wanted to thank you
for everything that you're doing for Kriss.
I was in the gallery.
I don't know if you saw me.
I still have a long way to go.
I think you'll do it.
I hope you will.
I have a few tricks up my sleeve.
About... last week...
I'm sorry.
I mean it. I'm really, really sorry.
I was...just...
Scared?
Yes.
Well...no permanent damage.
- Well, I'd...
- I have to pick Susan up from school.
Oh, how's she doing?
She's good. She's good.
I think she...misses you.
Tell her I said hello.
Bye.
Oh, indeed, there was.
Saint nicholas, otherwise known as
Santa Claus,
was a fourth century
Bishop in myra, lycia--asia minor.
Uh, dr. Hunter, what is the church's
position on saint nicholas?
He's a recognized saint.
Yes, but isn't it true that in 1969,
pope paul vi eliminated the official
celebration of the feast day of saint nicholas?
That's correct.
Uh, it was made an optional memorial day.
They downgraded him.
In essence, the church walked away
from saint nicholas.
Doesn't it also stand to reason
that they would walk away
From the derivative, diluted,
secular figure of Santa Claus?
I...presume so.
Thank you...Dr. Hunter.
But the church has not made it clear
what its pos--
No further questions.
It's all right, Kriss.
He's just trying to get under your skin.
Colonel.
Have you ever been to the north pole?
Yes, sir.
In 1972 and again in 1984.
Did you explore the region?
Extensively.
Did you ever find
any evidence of dwellings...
animal pens, barns, workshops?
No, sir.
No evidence whatsoever?
None, sir.
Tell me something, colonel.
In your opinion, would it be possible
for an individual Like, uh,
Mr. Kringle over there
to create a settlement in that
Inhospitable region
large enough to manufacture
at least one toy
For each and every one of the earth's
1.7 billion children?
No, sir.
There isn't any way in which the gentleman
can have seen my workshops.
They're invisible.
Kriss, sit down, please.
But Mr. Collins is completely mistaken.
My workshops don't exist
in the physical world.
They're in the dream world.
Let me be the lawyer.
I always thought that was
completely understood.
Your honor...with the court's permission,
I'd like to