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For all you X-File Fans:
THE XMAS FILES
57 ELM STREET
BETHLEHEM, PA.
DEC. 24,11:51 P.M.
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MULDER: We're too late! It's already been here.
SCULLY: Mulder, I hope you know what you're doing.
MULDER: Look, Scully, just like the other homes:
Douglas fir, truncated, mounted, transformed into a shrine; stockings hung by the chimney with care.
SCULLY: You really think someone's been here?
MULDER: Someone or something.
SCULLY: Mulder, over here -- it's a fruitcake.
MULDER: Don't touch it! Those things can be lethal.
SCULLY: There's a note attached: "Gonna find out who's naughty and nice."
MULDER: It's judging them, Scully. It's making a list.
SCULLY: Who? What are you talking about?
MULDER: Ancient mythology tells of an obese humanoid entity who traveled at great speed in a craft powered by antlered servants. Once each year, near the winter solstice, this creature is said to descend from the heavens to reward its followers and punish disbelievers with chunks of anthracite.
SCULLY: But that's legend, Mulder -- a story told by parents to frighten. children. Surely you don't believe it?
MULDER: Something was here tonight.
SCULLY: Check out the bite marks on this cookie. Whatever tore through this gingerbread man was huge -- and in a hurry.
SCULLY: But why would they leave its milk and cookies?
MULDER: Appeasement. Tonight is the Eve, and nothing can stop its wilding.
SCULLY: But if this thing does exist, how did it get in? The doors and windows are locked. There's no sign of forced entry.
MULDER: Unless I miss my guess, it came through the fireplace.
SCULLY: Wait a minute, Mulder,The flue is barely six inches wide. Nothing could get down there.
MULDER: But what if it could aLter its shape, move in all directions at once?
SCULLY: You mean, like a bowl full of jelly?
MULDER: Exactly Scully, I've never told anyone this, but when I was a child, I saw the creature. It had long white shanks of fur surrounding its ruddy, misshapen head. Its bloated torso was red and white. I'll never forget the horror. I turned away, and when I looked back it had somehow taken on the facial features of my father.
SCULLY: Mulder, You're asking me to disregard the laws of physics. You want me to believe in some supernatural being who soars across the skies and brings gifts to good little girls and boys. Listen to what you're saying!
MULDER: Scully, it knows when you're sleeping. It knows when you're awake.
SCULLY: Mulder, I --
MULDER: Shh. Do you hear what I hear?
SCULLY: On the roof. It sounds like ... clatter.
MULDER: The truth is UP there. Let's see what's the matter...
(Unknown)
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mystical. It is the source of all true art and science.
- Albert Einstein
THE XMAS FILES
57 ELM STREET
BETHLEHEM, PA.
DEC. 24,11:51 P.M.
=================
MULDER: We're too late! It's already been here.
SCULLY: Mulder, I hope you know what you're doing.
MULDER: Look, Scully, just like the other homes:
Douglas fir, truncated, mounted, transformed into a shrine; stockings hung by the chimney with care.
SCULLY: You really think someone's been here?
MULDER: Someone or something.
SCULLY: Mulder, over here -- it's a fruitcake.
MULDER: Don't touch it! Those things can be lethal.
SCULLY: There's a note attached: "Gonna find out who's naughty and nice."
MULDER: It's judging them, Scully. It's making a list.
SCULLY: Who? What are you talking about?
MULDER: Ancient mythology tells of an obese humanoid entity who traveled at great speed in a craft powered by antlered servants. Once each year, near the winter solstice, this creature is said to descend from the heavens to reward its followers and punish disbelievers with chunks of anthracite.
SCULLY: But that's legend, Mulder -- a story told by parents to frighten. children. Surely you don't believe it?
MULDER: Something was here tonight.
SCULLY: Check out the bite marks on this cookie. Whatever tore through this gingerbread man was huge -- and in a hurry.
SCULLY: But why would they leave its milk and cookies?
MULDER: Appeasement. Tonight is the Eve, and nothing can stop its wilding.
SCULLY: But if this thing does exist, how did it get in? The doors and windows are locked. There's no sign of forced entry.
MULDER: Unless I miss my guess, it came through the fireplace.
SCULLY: Wait a minute, Mulder,The flue is barely six inches wide. Nothing could get down there.
MULDER: But what if it could aLter its shape, move in all directions at once?
SCULLY: You mean, like a bowl full of jelly?
MULDER: Exactly Scully, I've never told anyone this, but when I was a child, I saw the creature. It had long white shanks of fur surrounding its ruddy, misshapen head. Its bloated torso was red and white. I'll never forget the horror. I turned away, and when I looked back it had somehow taken on the facial features of my father.
SCULLY: Mulder, You're asking me to disregard the laws of physics. You want me to believe in some supernatural being who soars across the skies and brings gifts to good little girls and boys. Listen to what you're saying!
MULDER: Scully, it knows when you're sleeping. It knows when you're awake.
SCULLY: Mulder, I --
MULDER: Shh. Do you hear what I hear?
SCULLY: On the roof. It sounds like ... clatter.
MULDER: The truth is UP there. Let's see what's the matter...
(Unknown)
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mystical. It is the source of all true art and science.
- Albert Einstein
