Yes? Oh, I mean, hello. Hi. Do you know who I am? Some weirdo, just like Santa Claus? Actually, I'm the real Santa Claus. Yeah, sure. You're a bit early, aren't you? Well, we're late with our toys. My elves are on strike because I cannot pay them. I have a lot of trash problems, you know. Those Wall Street speculators waste the investor's money like they're playing Monopoly. Yeah, those jerks are causing problems to everybody. What do you want? I was wondering if you still got some of those toys. I brought you when you were a child. You don't need them now, but some birds could still play with them. You're kidding. Of course not. Look, I'll give you that this is an original ruse, but I'm not in the mood to play games. If you want a toys, just go with them all and get them. But it's Christmas. I thought that good people like you would help. Sorry, but I've got my own problems, and I'm pretty busy right now. Why don't you go ask someone else? No, sure. Thank you for your time. Hey, Santa. Yes? Take this. It's the only thing I can give you. And Merry Christmas. I told you, Jesus. The spirit of Christmas is gone now. But it's the only moment when people treat each other decenter. The world is changing faster than any time before. And I'm afraid that your time is over. Are you saying that there will be no more Christmas? In all these centuries, you've got a good profit out of it. Definitely. But we can do much better. What do you mean? I believe that some marketing consultants tell me that kids now don't even know who you are. They suggest there is time out of the Christmas business. A website where kids can choose and order directly the toys they want, toys production, outsource to China, and more efficiently delivered. What's wrong with me and my renders? We've got all toys delivered in perfect time for centuries. You did a good job, Jesus. Nobody can think anything about your time. It's just that you are out of fish. Well, but can be solved with a little diet and a new stylist. I'm sure that her man could make me some nice outfit. I've been thinking of something more radical. Oh, you want to give my job to someone else? Exactly. Let me introduce you to Saint-Paclaus, the future for Christmas. Oh, oh, oh, hello, oh, man. You're so sweet. What? You're giving my job to this bingo. Well, the future belongs to women and she certainly looks better than you. But, but I... Don't worry, Grandpa. Here. Let me give you my first present. What's this? A new job is made me Nicolas. And a brand new uniform. You'll have plenty of deliveries to do every game. And they certainly could use your first time in your life. You'll see you'll love them. And marry Christmas. Oh, oh, oh, oh.