Chapter 3:

"It's time to play 'What did they want'," says an announcer, "and here's our host, Sammy Melman!"

"Hey there," says Sammy, "now, let's meet our centestants. He crossed the Delaware River on Christmas, George Washington!"

"Boy, I tell you," says George Washington.

"He was there when a certain baby was born, the Little Drummer Boy!"

"Shall I bang my drum," asks the Little Drummer Boy.

"He knows when you're awake, Santa Claus!"

"Ho-Ho-Ho," says Santa.

"Alright, now, the first question, what did Adolf Hitler want for Christmas?"

Santa rings the buzzer. "That's easy, the World! But he was so naughty, I didn't even give him coal. No, I went to his room and kicked his butt."

"Boy, I tell you, he was after my time and even I hated him," says George Washington.

"Same here," says the Little Drummer Boy.

"Next question, what did Buffalo Bill want for Christmas," asks Sammy.

Santa rings the buzzer. "He wanted a pony. After all, you can't have the Pony Express without a pony."

"Correct again," says Sammy, "now, final question, what did George Washington want for Christmas?"

"I know this one," says George Washington, "let's see... was it two front teeth... or better yet, all my teeth?"

Santa rings the buzzer. "Sorry, George, but what you wanted was freedom for your country."

"That's right, I love all things free," says George Washington, "to the point where I'm even a cheepskate."

The Little Drummer Boy does a rimshot.

"Correct, Santa is our winner," says Sammy, "tell him what he won!"

"The joy of giving," says the Announcer.

"Yes," says Santa, "that's the greatest gift of all."

"And that's our show," says Sammy, "stay jolly!"

. . .

"Fetch here with the reindeer," says Fetch, "let's meet them."

"Dasher, here, being as dashing as ever."

"I'm Dancer and I love to dance."

"I'm Prancer and I'm prancing."

"I'm Vixen." Vixen then goes to Fetch. "Hello, Doggie."

Fetch begins to sweat. "Umm... let's move on, shall we?"

Comet hits a wall. "I'm Comet... at least I think I am... I forgot my name." Comet falls.

"I'm Cupid... and I'm lonely."

"I'm Donner... that's it. I don't really have my own unique personallity thing."

"I'm Blitzen and I keep these guys under control."

"Isn't there one more," asks Fetch.

"No, that's all of us," says Blitzen.

"Are you sure," asks Fetch.

Blitzen sighs. "Just play the music."

Kid Chorus: You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen

Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen

But do you recall

The most famous reindeer of all?

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

Had a very shiny nose

And if you ever saw it

You would even say it glows

All of the other reindeer

Used to laugh and call him names

They never let poor Rudolph

Join in any reindeer games

Then one foggy Christmas Eve

Santa came to say

"Rudolph, with your nose so bright

Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"

Then how the reindeer loved him

As they shouted out with glee

"Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

You'll go down in history"

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

Had a very shiny nose

And if you ever saw it

You would even say it glows

All of the other reindeer

Used to laugh and call him names

They never let poor Rudolph

Join in any reindeer games

Then one foggy Christmas Eve

Santa came to say

"Rudolph, with your nose so bright

Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"

Then how the reindeer loved him

As they shouted out with glee

"Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

You'll go down in history"!

"He's not even really part of the team," says Blitzen, "he was just made up by Robert L. May!"

"Sounds like someone's a little jealous," says Fetch.

"I'm not jealous," says Blitzen, "it's just he's not the face of the Slay Team you know."

"So, how do you guys fly," asks Fetch.

"Sorry, but that's a secret," says Donner, "no one can know about it."

"Okay, new question, is it true you guys fly when Santa calls your names," asks Fetch.

"I could fly if I hear you say my name," says Vixen.

Fetch is still nervous. "So, anything else you'd like to say?"

"Kiss me," says Vixen.

"And that's it for now," says Fetch.

. . .

Father Time was still thinking about the Time Bell. Santa should've given it back years ago. Maybe he should take it back. Will he?