Death May Be Your Santa Claus

with sadness, the president speaks. Holy mak! The Secretary of State has this statement. I was this good, our reputation is sharp. In London, at a meeting of Parliament. Your Majesty, have you a statement to make on this terrible tragedy?

Goodness gracious! We take you now to Moscow. We're here with the premiad of Russia. Kamra, the rocket has failed. What do we do now? Come into burn out of time again! Here is a report from Tokyo.

All the saws are at the Altokyo. The Imperial government has this message. Ooh la la! Meanwhile, back on the satellite. Ooh la la! This is Don Tammon, Tammon downtown, Sputnik. The satellite men are closing in.

We can hear them outside saying... Get me in the normal sub-beach Down your door. Santa has just escaped through the chimney. The sky's just elbous. We'll return you now to Earth. If you should look up at the sky this Christmas Eve and see a flying saucer pulling eight reindeer Chances are it's Santa Claus