 What do we do next, Santa? The same thing we do every Christmas, link letter, on Henry, and pass out the gifts. Okay, kids, this one's gonna be for Bobby Daniels. Well, let's see who's next, dear. Let's see now, who is Tina Marie? Well, of course it's you. I thought you were Fred. Now, let's see, you have a present here somewhere. I can't find it right now, but why don't you read this book by Hans Christian Andersen. It's called The Snow Queen. Thanks, Mr. Linkletter. Well, now let's see who's next. Dick Johnson, are you here, Mr. Johnson? Here I am, Mr. Linkletter. And here you are, Mr. Johnson. Thank you. Merry Christmas. Well, there must be a steamroller in this one, Sharon Knight. Here I am, Mr. Linkletter. There you are. Thank you, Mr. Linkletter. What? I just remembered something. What? Can't read. I can't read. How careless of me. Would you read it to me? Well, in a little bit. I have some more presents to give away first. Here's one for Roscoe Fairchild. That's great. Are you sure? Let's go. Now, I'll tell you what I'll do. While you're waiting, this will keep you busy. Try to get those links apart. Now, let me do it. It took me all night to do it. Now... Here, first, how about opening this present? Thanks a lot, Mr. Linkletter. Sharon, I think she's going to live. Well, Bobby, how do you like your doctor's kit? It's okay. Thanks. You don't seem very enthusiastic. You told me you wanted to be a doctor when you grew up. That was last week. Now I'm collecting rocks. Oh, you want to be a geologist, huh? What are you going to do with the rocks when you collect them? I'm going to storm up my sister. Well, then you'll need that kit. Okay. Well, where's Marilyn Harris? Oh, there you are. Marilyn, if I gave you two wishes, what would you want more than anything else in the world? A baby brother. Oh, well, what about the second wish? Can I keep that wish till I see how he works out? Well, this isn't a baby brother, but I'm sure you like it just as much. You like it, honey? Wow, just like mom's. Oh, I have a present for you. A present for me? Well, isn't that wonderful? What is it? It's a game. Put your finger in it. Now put your other finger in the other end. Now walk. I'm caught. Now when you read me the Snow Queen. Well, I guess I'll read the Snow Queen. Let me out. Put your hands together like a good little boy. Well, thank you. Tita, I'm glad we're friends. All right, kids, go on in. The story, and first I want to tell you about the man who wrote the Snow Queen. He was born 150 years ago in a faraway land called Denmark. His name was Hans Christian Anderson. Did he ever come to the United States? No, I don't believe he even spoke English. But his stories could be understood by children in every land. And they're not only for little children, but for the bigger ones that we call adults. Now he was very famous in the house where Hans Christian Anderson lived is now a museum. And the umbrella he carried is boots and hat. All the things that he wore are in glass cases. Carly, I just throw my stuff on the floor. You better be careful, Bobby. Someday you may be famous, and your clothes will better be in good condition. Let's get on with the story. Well, Tina, I won't have to read it because a very, very beautiful moving picture has been made about the Snow Queen. I'll tell you what we'll do, all of you. Look right there. That's nothing but an old mirror. No, no, that's a magic mirror. Squint your eyes a little. Everybody now look hard, look real hard, and repeat after me. One snowflake two. One snowflake two. Three snowflakes four. And now you'll see the Snow Queen if you add a million more. Here comes the Snow Queen. I'll have you see and why. We are the winners. Her kingdom is the kingdom of snow. She rules the mountains and the valley below. Her best is the wind that cleans the lake. See, I can go a window like a frosty cake. Around and around and around she whirls. Around and around the boys and girls. Around and around in her sleigh she flies. Chilling their hearts with ice in their arms. Oh, Queen, her majesty in white. Queen of the Windsor. Her kingdom is the kingdom of snow. She rules the mountains and the valley below. But the kids of spring will come one day and melt her heart. Through this book I've traveled from cover to cover a thousand times. Yes, sir, I've talked to cabbages, kings, toads, frogs and stars. And I've heard some nifty stories, too. Excuse me. Cairns with my old buddy. The great storyteller Hans Christian Anderson. Ever wonder where he got the ideas for his stories? Not from Jenny the Chair or Max the Clock or Hugo the Desk. They're old stay-at-homes. We're about far away lands and people who were enchanted. How could he think of such things? Who helped him? His little old me. Fiddle-dee-dee. Modest me. I am old dreamy and I am the prince of dreams. But frankly, I don't look like a prince, do I? I'm really a little magician of special kind. Fiddle-dee-dee. Well, each night at midnight I appear. After Mr. Anderson retires. I tip-dee-tip-toe over to his bed. Then I take a deep breath awfully on his neck. His eyes close. I never miss. Then I open this. My magic slumber-ella over his head. Whirl it. Twirl it. Again and again. Eh, like this. I say the magic words. Hippity. Hoppity. All night he dreams of enchanted lands, kings and magic mountains. When his work too hard, I reverse my magic with who, hoppity, hippity. This slumber-ella. And he dreams nothing. One night I out-dip myself absolutely. My magic worked like it has never worked before. I opened my dream slumber-ella and whirled it round and round and in the great master's dreams a village appeared. It was a quaint old village dotted with houses and narrow streets. Watch what you're doing. Be careful. I'm fumbling today. Poor Mr. High Buttons. He must think it's raining. Just look at him. See? Bringing his girl beautiful white flowers day after day. I have a flower for you too. Girlfriend. And this one for you. Oh, thank you, Kay. Let's plant it in the flower pot. Great idea. They'll grow up side by side. Like us. And be happy together. And always love each other like us forever. Forever. Girda, goodbye from now. Bye-bye. Yes, Suri. I call that a pretty beginning. All through the summer they played in their garden of dreams and then came the rains, followed by ice and snow. On the long cold winter nights, Kay would come to visit Girda. Nothing could keep them apart. And when it's cold and frosty outside, it feels so good to be warm and cozy inside. Look. It's snowing again. How gently the snowflakes swarm about. I call them white snowbees. White snowbees? Do they have a queen like other bees? Where do they come from? Would you tell me? The snowflakes come from the very far north and they fly. Fly. Fly over stormy seas through icy winds, blizzards and fog. They are loyal servants of the Snow Queen. Hallis lives the Snow Queen herself. Oh, is she real pretty? You can scarcely imagine how beautiful she really is. Cold but beautiful. She is all ice. Glittering, dazzling ice. Yet she is alive. Her eyes shine like stars. But they have no warmth. There are many strange things in the frozen palace. There is a mirror of ice. And when the Snow Queen looks in it, she sees her whole kingdom. She sees endless fields of snow. Icebound seeds. On many winter nights, she flies through the city streets and peeps in at the windows. Don't be afraid. Oh, I'm sure. Snow Queen peeping in. Well, let her come in. I'll put her on the hot stove and she'll melt. Wait and see. Into the wild noise of the wind, fly into the eyes and hearts of those who have offended me. And to him who gets a grain of ice in his eyes, may every king look ugly. And let him who gets a splinter in his heart become evil and do evil in the world. Fly splinters of ice. Fly a snow storm. Look at those big flakes whirling about. Okay, there's something moving. Flow into my eye and something struck my heart. And help let me see. Wait for me. I can take care of myself. Only trying to help. Before they belong. To a puddle. Hear me, boy. No living thing can resist me. Since the kiss of winter may be too much for mortals. Fear not, boy. No neither joy nor sorrow. Nothing but peace. Had to pass, but Kay did not return. In vain, our little girder waited. When the first robin chirped, little girder put on her best dress and bright red sister sleeping granny. Good boy. Start out and look for Kay. Girder was a brave little girl. My gift. Now please take me to Kay. You're such a kind old river. I'll never forget you. Now pleading for sleep. Come along. I must look for Kay. Lie. Not wicked, but own good amusement. The little girl forget all things. Even the undying love she had for Kay. We frighten. Well, because I'm a girl. Kay, would you please tell... Took a fancy to him. My Kay won't take a fancy to her. Let your boy out of her sight. Fly, my dear. We'll trot over to the palace. How do you do? She knows everything around here. She's the princess's playmate. Glad you got here when you did. Tonight we're having a bone. Me too. Let you in the palace. Why not? That's why. Is that bad? Yeah, what'll I do? Come on, Henrietta. Sneakery. When everyone's asleep, I'll slip her through the back entrance. What? Got your tongue? Please forgive me and my friends. Look again. Now remember. Do not exist. Forget flowers. Joy. Forget. Forget. Know what joy is love. What love is? Remember, Gerda? Yes. Things they'd run away if they weren't locked up. And here's those. I'm only Gerda. Someone I love has gone away. I've asked the birds. They from me? No. No, my dear. No. They won't kill you. If anybody's gonna kill you, it will be me. Win stopped here, too. But that was a spell bag and help you. She lives in Finland. A writing paper. Here, give this card to stronger than she. Stronger than love. Melted her heart of ice.