When You Were Mine [SEQUEL TO THE GIRL IS MINE]

Christmas In Japan/Heading Home (1992)

416: INT. HOTEL SUITE NIGHT FADE IN: 

One month later. December 24th, 1992. Japan. 

RACHAEL: (decorating a Christmas tree) (to herself) "Christmas Eve was finally here. Michael was doing a concert tonight at the Tokyo Dome, but I asked if I could sit this one out because I wanted to make the most of Christmas in another country special for Prince. Michael's other backup singer, Siedah Garrett, had offered to fill in for me. At the present moment, Prince and I are decorating our hotel room to make it as festive as possible while we wait for Daddy to come home." There. What do you think? 

PRINCE JR.: Pretty Mommy! 

RACHAEL: (laughs softly and picks him up) Yes it is.

PRINCE JR.: Santa Claus coming? 

RACHAEL: Yes sweetheart. (to herself) "At first, Prince was worried that Santa may not be able to find him since we wouldn't be home for Christmas for the first time, but I explained to him that Santa can find anybody with his crystal ball, which seemed to calm him down. It was hard on us being so far away from our families. I had convinced our tour manager to let us be home for Thanksgiving, but we couldn't go back for Christmas, much to my dismay." 

MICHAEL: (comes in)

RACHAEL: (looks down at Prince and gasps) Look! Daddy's home! 

PRINCE JR.; (runs to him) Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! 

MICHAEL: (hugs him) Oh! Hi buddy! (kisses his head) Daddy missed you! (puts him down and goes over to Rachael) Daddy also missed Mommy! (kisses her)

RACHAEL: Hi honey! How was the show? 

MICHAEL: Amazing, but I'm so tired. (flops down on the couch) 

RACHAEL: Would a nice hot cup of cocoa make you feel better? 

MICHAEL: Yes. 

RACHAEL: Coming right up! 

MICHAEL: I'm so sorry we can't be home for Christmas sweetheart. 

RACHAEL: (gives him a cup of cocoa) It's okay honey. It could be worse, I'd be more lonely if you weren't with us. We're just lucky we're both musicians! 

MICHAEL: (laughs) I love what you've done with the room by the way. 

RACHAEL: Well, I'm glad you like it! (kisses him)

PRINCE JR.: (toddles over to her with a book) Story Mama?

RACHAEL: You want Mama to read you a story? Ok. (puts him in her lap and begins reading)
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”