Charlton Heston credited as playing...
Narrator
- Narrator: The wonder of wonders, little Noel had become the joy of Christmas. He would live on forever, in the happy hearts of all mankind.
- Noel: [as his soul flies through the city and its surrounding areas] I'll race the Christmas dawn around the world. I'll meet *all* the other people in *all* the other houses. Houses made of wood, houses made of brick, old houses, new houses, *rich* houses and poor houses - *big* houses and small houses - houses so tall I can hardly see the top. Houses made of grass, houses made of snow, castles and bungalows, chateaus, and pagodas, and wigwams. And each has its *own* set of people and children things!
- Narrator: But some spoke different *tongues*, and with different ways of life, some had never even heard of Christmas.
- Narrator: Hours passed, but it seemed only an instant. For suddenly... suddenly... suddenly, it was the thing called Christmas morning. The world got brighter and brighter, and happier and happier!
- [first lines]
- Narrator: Of all the Christmas tree ornaments turned out that year, very long ago, only one had a happiness. His name was Noel, and at the very moment he was created, old Herman, the glass blower, received truly joyous news. Elise, his only daughter, had just given birth to a baby girl. He was a grandpa, at last! And being quite emotional for a glass blower, Herman cried for pure joy. It was Noel's good fortune that that one merry tear became part of him.
- Narrator: Finally one of the people things - Noel found out she was a thing called a mother - bought the dozen and brought them home.
- Narrator: Then the box that held the dozen was delivered to a truly magical place - the afternoon of Christmas Eve, at a five-and-ten-cent store. Back in those days, that was the only place some folks could afford to be married.
- Narrator: [as Noel looks up at Brutus, his first Christmas tree friend] Noel looked up at the stately evergreen. Its mighty branches were like great, strong arms.
- Narrator: Noel and the rest of the dozen were put into a high, dusty, dark thing called the attic, where they became a thing called forgotten. But, as it always does, the thing called time moved relentlessly from season to season. And it became a thing called spring - and a thing called summer. Eventually, it was a thing called autumn, the time for pumpkins and turkeys. Then came that truly glorious day when the first snow of the year fell. Then - then, *finally*...
- Noel: Hey, it's back again - the good thing - the wonderful, beautiful Christmas-ful thing!
- Narrator: Time, like the little electric train, had chased its tail around the universe, and arrived at Christmas once more.
- Narrator: When the children things were tucked into a thing called bed, the people things came back downstairs and went to work.
- Narrator: [during Noel's first Christmas, week following Christmas, and New Year's Eve] Oh, it was a wonderful time! With toys, and there was laughter, and presents were exchanged, and there was laughter. And loved ones visited, and there was laughter. Even more presents were opened, and there was even *more* laughter! McIves ran around his track...
- McIves: Season's greetin's, season's greetin's, season's greetin's!
- Narrator: And there was laughter. And good things were eaten, and there was laughter. And good kisses were kissed. And then, to top everything off, there was more - laughter. Oh, it was a wonderful time which went on for seven whole day and night things.