#something of a miracle this lived because clip studio froze at the end and I could not remember the last time I saved

[mimusbirds]

Captain o captain

[simpleserendipity]

Honey | Min Yoongi

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (established relationship)

Word count: 2,050 words

The view of tattoos has changed a lot over time but they were still a taboo subject in a lot of circles. You knew that your family would always look down on you if you got a tattoo but something about the art kept drawing you in. So you got one. You’ve always been careful to hide your tattoo from everyone to avoid the trouble of getting dress coded at your university or at your job, even going so far that not even your own boyfriend knows of your tattoo, which frankly was a miracle that after almost a year you had hidden this from him.

You walked together hand in hand, down the street to get to Yoongi's dorm for one of the last times for a while before you head off for a semester abroad. You only have a few weeks left together before you’re jetting off to America for 3 months. The two of you walked silently, just enjoying each other's presence peacefully.

"______?" Yoongi blurted out.

"Yes?" You looked to my boyfriend, who had stopped walking beside you, making you stop walking.

"I got you something." He reaches into his pocket to retrieve something.

"A gift?" You beamed, you loved gifts not because of the material items you would receive but because of how excited he would be to give you these things and how he would tell you about why it made him think of you. You smiled, squeezing his hand tighter, "What's this all about?'

Yoongi pulled something small from his pocket, "I got it because you’re going to America and I won't be with you as often. You know I wish I could’ve come with you." You wanted to laugh at the part where he says wants to come with you because it didn’t matter how far away you were, you knew that he would never admit it but he’s the type of person to fly to you when he misses you that badly.

"Yoongi," You stepped a little closer so your chests were almost touching, "I'm so proud of you and everything you're doing with your music. Of course I'll miss you when I’m gone and I know you would’ve wanted to be with me, but I could not be happier for you. I will always be your number one fan." You smiled wider, tiptoeing up to kiss his cheek softly.

"_______," He holds out his hand revealing a little silver necklace, "I got you this."

You stared down at the little silver heart shaped pendant with his initials inscribed in the pendant, "It's so pretty Yoongi!" You were practically jumping up and down with excitement.

He pauses, opening the pendant revealing it is a locket, "There's more." He showed you the picture of you and Yoongi, wrapped in each other's arms in his studio, celebrating the release of his first solo mixtape. You both look incredibly happy and it was such a good day. He was just happy he got the mixtape done and was happy with how it turned out. You were so proud of him for how hard he worked, knowing his late night studio times have finally paid off. It's Yoongi’s favorite picture, he plastered it everywhere, the studio, his room, his wallet, phone screen and now around your neck.

"Yoongi!" You practically shouted, wrapping your arms around his neck. He was never really one to initiate this kind of affection and was always quite embarrassed when you did but would never turn you down. "I love it so much!" You squealed in excitement when you pulled away, "Can you put it on me?"

"Sure." He nodded. You twisted your hair holding it out of the way. Yoongi used his most careful movements to bring the necklace around your neck. You felt him push the collar of your uniform down slightly, to get the necklace on. Then he froze as soon as his fingers brushed the nape of your neck.

"Is something wrong baby? Are you alright?" You asked, a little worried, wondering what could have startled him.

"Do you have a tattoo?" He asked then clipped the necklace around your neck, fingers still trailing the nape of your neck.

You turned around nervously, "I... um... yeah..." You clasped my hands together and shifted my weight. You had never really talked about tattoos with him, so you had no idea of how he was going to react. You bit the inside of your cheek, nervously waiting for his reaction.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Yoongi's normal stoic face has shifted slightly, not that you could tell what he was going to react like.

"Well I haven't told anybody," You shrugged, attempting to play it off as cool, "It's not exactly something I would broadcast, so I keep it hidden because you know how people will react."

"Can I see it?" Yoongi asks bluntly, the idea that he wanted to see it was comforting to you.

"Well let's get to your dorm first." You smiled.

“Alright.” He nodded, taking your hand again while walking beside you. You were only a few minutes away from the dorms which didn’t help, it made you more anxious the closer you got. You got to his building and he held the door for you as we entered. He followed you up the stairs, as much of a gentleman he is, you knew he was probably looking up your skirt like the cheeky idiot he is. You stopped outside the door of his dorm, rocking back and forth on your heels, waiting for him to let you in. The place was empty so the other boys must be out somewhere. He opens the door and lets you in. You walked past the living room, down the hall to his shared room with Jin. You open the door and step in, Yoongi behind you.

You and Yoongi set down your bags, "Sit down, so I can show you." You said softly, turning your back to him. Without saying a word Yoongi slides off his jacket and takes a seat. You feel my heart pounding out of your chest, this is the first time that Yoongi will see you naked or even semi naked. You start to slip off your jacket, tossing it onto the floor, you start to unbutton your shirt with your fingers shaking. You finish and move letting the sides fall over your shoulders until it falls off completely. You’re left in nothing but a bra, which with shaking hands you slowly unclipped. You let that fall to the floor too.

"Come closer," Yoongi asks, you stepped back within reach of him. You were shaking with the nerves "Relax honey." He reaches a hand out to touch my back, his calloused fingertips sent ripples up my back.

“I’m quite nervous to show you.” You sighed.

“Why baby? It’s pretty.” His fingers graze over the flowers on your back, "It's quite big."

You bite your lip nervously, hoping that he wouldn’t be upset by the tattoo, "What do you not like it?" You questioned.

"That's not it," His other hand comes up and grazes my back as well, "I just never thought that you would get something like this." The cool metal of his rings made you shiver when it touched your back.

"Well why is that?" You asked teasingly, trying to lighten the situation because it was going better than you could have anticipated.

"I just never pictured your whole back would be covered with ink." He continued to trace the patterns.

"So why were you picturing my back? Was there something lewd you were thinking about?" You teased him, peaking over my shoulder at him.

“Honey,” Yoongi starts, his tone getting stricter, “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Well why were you picturing my back then?” You questioned again with a giggle.

Yoongi just looked up and met your eyes before changing the subject, "When did you get this?"

You pause for a moment, "The end of my first year of university." You smiled.

"You've had it that long?" He seems surprised, “Where did you get this?”

"Yeah, I got it one day when my cousin got a tattoo gun. She drew and tattooed the whole thing." You felt his fingers stop grazing your back.

"Do your parents know?" He asks, hand going flat against the tattoo.

“Parents?” You scoff, "You're the only one besides my cousin that knows I have this," You felt goosebumps raise on your skin as he pulls his hands away, "I've been very careful to hide it from a lot of people."

"I like it." He says softly, hands resting on your hips, pulling you back, "I like it a lot.”

“You like it?” You said in surprise.

“I normally don’t like tattoos but this is so pretty,” His lips press along the lines of the tattoo, “It’s so elegant, it’s like something I’d see on a canvas in a museum.” You felt your face heat up with his compliments, “So fitting for you honey, my little masterpiece.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, sitting back on his lap. You sat together in silence for a moment, "I've thought about adding more but I don't know." You hum.

"You want more?" Yoongi tucks his chin into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Well yes,." You relaxed into his arms, still covering my breasts embarrassed, but the longer you sat there on his lap, the more comfortable you got.

“Where else are you thinking? Your back is a little full honey.” Yoongi jokes, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"I think I want some on my hips."

His hands went down from your waist to rest on your hips, "Here?" His fingers were inching the waistband of your skirt down. You continued to let him undress you as you both sat on his bed, finally growing more and more comfortable with him. He pulled the skirt down slowly, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. His hands stopped on your hips, thumbs tracing small circles.

"I was thinking of adding some more flowers and butterflies." You leaned your head back, looking up to the ceiling. Yoongi just nodded slightly, "I don't know if I want to do anymore or even if I should." You rambled on and as you talked you relaxed further into his arms, "Sorry I'm rambling."

"That's fine honey," His fingers ran over your skin slowly and his lips connected to your shoulder again, "I like hearing you talking." He mutters against your shoulder.

You pulled your back from his chest, turning to straddle him, in order to look at him, "I love you." You looked into his eyes for a moment and his eyes softened. You let your fingers slowly start to unbutton his shirt. After a few minutes, you finish and he shrugs his shirt off.

He looked like he was registering the scene in front of him, "I love you too." His eyes were looking me up and down, “Is this really happening? Do you really want this?” He whispers.

You felt your cheeks heat up as he looked down at your naked body. You nodded, "Yoongi... I want to..." You trailed off before leaning in to kiss him. You met his lips in a very passionate kiss. Your hands wrapped around his neck and he tightened his grip on your waist, the cool metal of his rings making you shiver. Your hands came falling down his chest to meet his belt, you started to undo it before pulling away from the kiss, "Can I?" you asked, batting your eyelashes.

“Are you sure you want to do this honey?” Yoongi’s hands run up and down your sides, comfortingly.

“Yes baby,” You smiled, “I’m sure. Now can I?” You pull on the belt a little bit more.

"Yes of course honey." He nods. You continued with undoing his belt and he connected his lips with mine again. His hands were slowly roaming my body. I pushed him down onto his back, trailing my lips down to his neck and starting a trail down his chest, “You’re so sweet honey,” He laughs, his hand coming to cup your chin, “But let me take care of you tonight.”

[dontlikedarkness]

Happier by Ed Sheeran prompt. Duncan sees Courtney with another man a 2 years after their breakup.

There had been a time, once, where Duncan had been Courtney’s everything. She was still his - there was no mistaking that - but that time where they only had eyes for each other, where they spent every waking moment together and relished each other’s touch, was long since gone. Two years was a long time to be apart. He had loved her all the while.

A lot of wallowing occurred before Geoff could convince him to go out again. It was made worse by the lack of closure; they had been at different places in their lives, according to Courtney, but he would’ve gone to the ends of the earth for her. He had begged her to stay, had said everything right, and still she’d left him. Without a big fight or a definitive end to things, his feelings had lingered. Days turned into weeks turned into months, and he loved her still. Everyone said he would move on, but how could he?

Leaving the house again was a gradual process. Going to work was a given as he still had bills and rent to pay, but beyond that, he could hardly leave his bed. DJ would force his way into the apartment to cook for him, and Geoff made a point of visiting twice a week, but it took a month and a half for him to get up and to say more than a few words to them at a time. He’d folded in on himself after she left - like his entire identity revolved around her. It did, in a sense.

It was nothing short of a miracle when they finally got him to go somewhere. It had been a long six months of chasing him around his apartment - eventually they’d gotten him to visit their own places, and even to let them invite Bridgette and a few other close friends, but still he’d refused to go any further. When he agreed to visit the animal shelter with DJ, Geoff had half a mind to ambush him with a surprise party. DJ spent a solid week talking him down, and even then, Geoff made a show of tagging along and inviting them for drinks at his place afterwards. It wasn’t much, but the pair of them were secretly relieved to see Duncan leaving his hovel, as they’d so lovingly dubbed his tiny studio apartment. It helped to see him genuinely happy, for the first time in months.

Eventually, their outings became routine, and Duncan found that he was content. He was laughing again, and being social - he went longer and longer spaces of time without thinking about Courtney. That ache was still there, but he was no longer quite so conscious of it.

Two years had come and gone in a heartbeat. Everything was repetitive, and his days blurred together, but he was still content. He no longer scanned every crowd for her face; his hand didn’t feel as empty, and he wasn’t so cold at night, without the warmth of her body draped over his. He dreamt of her still, but they were quiet, peaceful dreams, of picnics at sunset and rides on his bike instead of the dreams where she left again, where he could hear the echo of the door slamming behind her every time he shook awake.

Going to the bar was no longer so strange an idea. He’d go every so often, accompanied by Geoff and by Gwen, a pretty tattoo artist he’d struck up a friendship with a few months ago. Soon her girlfriend, Zoey, started to tag along, and then came her friends, Mike and Cameron and a few others he’d never bothered to learn the names of, and then DJ started to bring his boyfriend, and then Noah and Owen joined the group, and suddenly they were having massive outings and as overwhelming as it was to have that many people around, it provided an easy distraction. He had been caught on multiple occasions trying to send a drunk-text to Courtney, glancing around guiltily while he tapped away at his phone. Someone had always noticed, and stopped him before it was too late. With so many people around, often there was too much going on for him to have the space to think - and he liked it that way. Watching Gwen slam down whiskey sours like it was nothing and having to coax Owen down from tables meant he didn’t have the time to get emotional and make bad decisions.

There had always been an unspoken agreement that Bridgette was not to be invited to these things, no matter how much Geoff moaned and griped about missing her. Duncan didn’t have a problem with the girl, and they got along well whenever he crashed at their place, but she was Courtney’s best friend above all else, and she could be rather ditsy at times. The chance of her forgetting that Duncan was going and inviting her was too high.

“Dude, c’mon, it’s been two years,” Geoff whined, sidling up to Duncan with the saddest, dopiest look on his face that he could possibly manage. DJ noted Duncan’s answering scowl and shook his head, leaning back against the counter as best he could, given that it was short even by normal standards and that his stature was far above normal, hitting the 7 foot mark. “Geoff’s right, man. He promised that Bridge won’t invite her, anyways. Wouldn’t it be nice to have her around?”

Duncan threw up his arms in defeat. “Fine, fine, Bridge can come. But don’t think I’m happy about it.” Geoff made a noise not entirely unlike that of an air horn, pumping his fist in the air with all the excitement of someone who had just won the lottery. “Thank you, dude. You won’t regret it,” he promised. Something told Duncan he would.

***

His motorcycle had given him a great deal of trouble when starting it up, so he arrived at the bar nearly an hour late, already more than a little pissed off. He had several missed calls from DJ and absolutely none from Geoff, which wasn’t much of a surprise, given he now had his girlfriend there to keep him distracted. He fired off a few placating texts before setting his phone to silent and getting in line. Had he left his phone on, he might’ve been spared. Luck was not on his side that night, it seemed.

It wasn’t difficult to pick out DJ from the crowd, given how much he towered over everybody there. He wasted no time in joining his friend at the bar and ordering a couple shots of tequila. One look at the big man had him sliding a shot his way - he seemed visibly distressed, opening and closing his mouth as though there was something he wanted to say. 

“No boyfriend tonight?” He asked, hoping to set DJ a little more at ease. “Not tonight, no,” he responded, his words clipped, eyes fixed on a point past his head. Duncan turned with a frown, curious as to what was taking up his attention.

He wished he hadn’t looked. Maybe he could have remained oblivious, if a little concerned about his friend, and saved himself the heartache.

Because there she was, looking just as gorgeous as she had on the day she’d left, if not more so. She was all legs and curves, and her dress did little to hide it. Her hair was longer, now, and her freckles a little darker, as though she was spending more time in the sun. DJ’s hand on his arm startled him back to reality, and he blanched, having stepped towards her without meaning to. “Courtney,” he breathed, wrenching free of his friend’s grasp. He needed to see her, needed to tell her how much he missed her, how much he loved her, and-

He froze. His veins turned to ice, and he thought he might shatter, right then and there. An arm was wrapped around her waist, large and muscled and possessive, and the way she leaned into the unfamiliar man’s shoulder implied they were a lot more than friends. The man said something, and she laughed, a loud, pretty laugh. Fuck, how he’d missed her laugh.

What hurt the most wasn’t the man there with her. It wasn’t the way she laughed, or how much he missed her, or the fact that he was seeing her at all. No, what hurt the most was her smile, because in all their years together she’d never looked that happy. She was positively radiant now, glowing from the inside out, and it was the most heartbreakingly beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

He clenched his hands into fists until his nails dug little crescents into his palms. And then he turned around, wallet out, and slammed a hundred dollar bill onto the counter. “Whatever bottle of liquor that’ll buy me is fine,” he ground out, ignoring DJ’s worried glances.

He found some secluded corner and planted himself there, taking long swigs from his drink. Eventually he lost count of how many friends had approached him to check up on him. He didn’t care. As the bottle emptied, so did the dance floor, and still he didn’t budge.

Nobody hurt her the way I did, he told himself, in an attempt to dissuade any thoughts of marching up to her and spilling his guts. But nobody loved her the way I did - the way I do - and nobody needs her as much, a second voice piped up, and he scowled, pushing the thought down. I was happier with her. So, so much happier.

But it was too late. She’d slipped through his fingers, and here she was. Happy. With somebody else.

As the night drew to a close, and almost everyone filed out of the bar, he was surprised to see her linger. They locked eyes, just once, right as he pulled the now-empty bottle away from his lips. I’ll be here, waiting, his eyes seemed to say, if he ever breaks your heart. Her answering gaze was so sad and so gentle that it took everything in him not to cry out in anguish. I know.

[sistercelluloid]

Welcome to another edition of TINTYPE TUESDAY!

Does the current crop of Christmas movies make you yearn to go back to 1947?  I mean even more than you normally do?  Then let’s journey together back to that magical time…

…when the lovely Maureen O’Hara was ready to pretty much punch someone in the face. She’d just flown home to Ireland after back-to-back shoots on The Homestretch and Sinbad the Sailor, and was all set to curl up with a cuppa and relax for a spell. So just imagine her excitement when she was suddenly summoned off the sofa and clear across the ocean to New York to star in a little confection called Miracle on 34th Street.

Luckily for 20th Century Fox, she fell in love with the script the instant she read it.

Which is more than you can say for Darryl F. Zanuck, who didn’t want to make the “corny” film at all. Director George Seaton, who’d thrown his heart into the project, fought back hard—finally wangling a paltry $630,000 budget out of the cynical studio boss in exchange for a promise to direct The Shocking Miss Pilgrim, which Zanuck was willing to pour five times as much money into. (And which we all gather ’round the TV to watch every year! Oh wait…)

For O’Hara, a divorced working mother herself, the part of Doris Walker was an especially good fit, and also a chance to cast her glow on the kind of role rarely seen in films of the 1940s. (The powerful Legion of Decency found the portrayal of divorcées on screen to be “morally objectionable.”)

The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences will present a newly restored print of the Oscar¨-winning Christmas classic ÒMiracle on 34th StreetÓ on Thursday, December 11, at 7:30 p.m. at the Samuel Goldwyn Theater in Beverly Hills. The 35mm print to be screened is from the collection of the Academy Film Archive, courtesy of Twentieth Century Fox, and is presented as part of the AcademyÕs Gold Standard screening series. Pictured: Edmund Gwenn, Natalie Wood, and Maureen O’Hara in a scene from MIRACLE ON 34TH STREET, 1947.

Once the perfect leading lady was on board, the search for Santa was on. The first choice was Cecil Kellaway, who turned down the part but suggested his cousin, Edmund Gwenn. “I’ve never seen an actor more naturally suited for a role,” O’Hara later recalled.

So much so that until she saw him in street clothes at the wrap party, Natalie Wood—who said she’d been “on the cusp of not believing in Santa Claus”—thought her beloved co-star was the real thing. And this was no sheltered, impressionable child: known as “One Take Natalie” for her photographic memory, Wood was whip-smart and had what Seaton called “an instinctive sense of timing and emotion.” And if she O’felt Gwenn was Santa Claus, who are we to argue?

Unbeknownst to the thousands of spectators lining the streets of New York, Gwenn was also Santa Claus at the 1946 Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade, even greeting the crowd from the store’s marquee. To make sure he got ample footage, Seaton set up 14 cameras all along the route. “It was a mad scramble to get all the shots we needed because we only got to do each scene once,” recalled O’Hara. “The parade couldn’t stop because we needed a second take!”

In fact, in an era when soundstages ruled the day, almost the entire film was shot on location—during a winter so bitterly cold that the chill sometimes froze the cameras.”One scene was shot in Port Washington, New York, where a woman let us warm up in her house,” O’Hara later laughed. “The crew put the cameras in front of her living room fireplace to thaw out… finally the cameras defrosted and we were able to finish the scene. Her generosity was one of the miracles in Miracle on 34th Street!”

The closeknit cast also helped to warm things up. “John Payne was a wonderful person to work with,” O’Hara remembered. “And he became one of my dearest friends.”

O’Hara was especially close to her screen daughter: “I played ‘Mom’ to more than forty children during my movie career. But Natalie always held a special place in my heart. She called me ‘Mama Maureen.'”

The scenes in Macy’s were shot after hours, which thrilled the adventurous eight-year-old: “Natalie loved to work at night because she got to say up late. With all the shoppers gone, we walked through the store and examined all the toys and girls’ dresses and shoes,” said O’Hara. “It was a special time for us.”

“Mama Maureen” was also kinder and more lenient than Wood’s own notorious stage mother: “I brought a bag of chocolates for Edmund every day. We hid the candy from Natalie because her mother didn’t want her to have any.

“One day, Edmund got some chocolate all over his white beard, and Natalie spotted it immediately. We let her sneak some, but we made sure her mother never caught us.”

Wood found a special way to thank her movie mother for her much-needed warmth. “At least once a week, she gave me a little ceramic figurine she’d made,” O’Hara remembered. “I took them all down to my home in the Virgin Islands but when Hurricane Hugo hit, they were all literally blown away. I couldn’t find a single one.”

When the movie wrapped, the cast and director were pretty confident audiences would love seeing the film as much as they loved making it. But Zanuck remained unconvinced—and in another stroke of genius, decided to release the film in June, when, he argued, movie attendance was higher. This left the studio scrambling to promote a Christmas film without ever calling it a Christmas film. Which brings us to this head-smackingly odd trailer:

In it, the studio boss, who’s something of an imbecile (did Zanuck see this?), bellows, “What do you make a trailer for? To give the public an idea of what kind of picture to expect!” Then—Irony Alert!—they completely sidestep the fact that this is a Christmas movie. The boss wanders out onto the lot, buttonholing passing stars like Rex Harrison and Anne Baxter for their opinions of the film. They all love it, for wildly different reasons (Peggy Ann Garner calls it groovy!) but no one dares utter the “C” word.

Joining the long list of films that succeeded in spite of studio bosses rather than because of them, Miracle on 34th Street ultimately found its (sandal-clad) audience, recouping its skimpy budget several times over. And along with The Bishop’s Wife, it was one of two Christmas films vying for Best Picture at the 1948 Academy Awards ceremony. Both lost to Gentlemen’s Agreement.

Gwenn fared better, taking home the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor against a brutal field. Literally. Two of his rivals—Richard Widmark in Kiss of Death and Robert Ryan in Crossfire—played noir characters legendary for their viciousness. So the next time you see Tommy Udo push Mrs. Rizzo down that flight of stairs, just remember that ultimately, he was beaten by Santa Claus.

As you can hear in the clip below, the applause that greets his name—or as presenter Baxter would call it a few years later, “waves of love coming over the footlights”—make it clear who the winner will be. “Whew! Now I know there’s a Santa Claus,” Gwenn tells his adoring colleagues. “He’s an elusive little fellow… he turns up in all sorts of places under all sorts of names and disguises. The first time I met him, he told me his name was George Seaton…” And later, his voice breaking, “Thank you, all of you, for making the evening of my life such a happy one.”

Actor Edmund Gwenn (right) and writer George Seaton (left) holding their Oscars for the film ‘Miracle on 34th Street’, with presenter Anne Baxter, at the 20th Academy Awards, Los Angeles, March 20th 1948. (Photo by Archive Photos/Getty Images)

And finally, here a few bits of Miracle on 34th Street trivia to toss around the Christmas table:

Remember when Kris Kringle is taking his sanity test, and to show off his memory, he proudly proclaims that the Vice President under John Quincy Adams was Daniel D. Tomkins? Um, no, he served under James Monroe. Adams’ veep was John Calhoun, whose picture is too scary to put in a Christmas story. (Google him. Yikes.) So the next time you watch the movie with friends, be sure to smugly point out this mistake! (And never be invited back!)

Macy’s Christmas window displays were made by Steiff, famous for their stuffed bears and other toys. After the movie wrapped, the store sold them to FAO Schwarz, which later sold them, improbably, to the Marshall & Ilsley Bank in Milwaukee, where they’re showcased every year in the main lobby.

Gene Lockhart, who plays the judge, was also Bob Cratchit in the 1938 version of A Christmas Carol. And Percy Helton, who played the drunken Santa Claus, also popped up as the train conductor in White Christmas. Oh and speaking of making a bit too merry, here’s a Gimbel’s ad from the year Miracle on 34th Street came out:

The movie also gave us the gift that keeps on giving: the film debut of Thelma Ritter, who went on to win six Oscar nods while never moving out of Queens. And typically, she’s the one who sets the whole Christmas détente between Macy’s and Gimbels in motion.

Ever wonder what Kris Kringle and the little Dutch refugee who sits on his knee are talking about? Here’s the translation:

Kris Kringle: I’m happy you came! Little Girl: Ooh, you are Sinterklaas! Kris Kringle: Well yes, of course! Little Girl: I knew it! I knew you would understand me! Kris Kringle: Of course! Tell me what you would like to get from Sinterklaas. Little Girl: I don’t want anything… I already have everything… I just want to stay with this lovely lady. Kris Kringle: Do you want to sing something for me? Little Girl (singing): Saint Nicholas, little rascal, Put something in my little shoe! Put something in my little boot! Thank you, little Saint Nicholas! Saint Nicholas little rascal, Put something in my little shoe! Put something in my little boot! Thank you, little Saint Nicholas!

The house Natalie Wood bolts into at the end of the movie still stands, at 24 Derby Road in Port Washington. It looks almost exactly the same today, but for the addition of a window that changed the roofline.

It seems only fitting to give the final word to Maureen: “I’m so proud to have been part of Miracle on 34th Street.” And we’re so grateful you were. We still miss you, dear lady. And we’ll never forget what you told us:

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TINTYPE TUESDAY: Behind the Scenes of MIRACLE ON 34TH STREET! Welcome to another edition of TINTYPE TUESDAY! Does the current crop of Christmas movies make you yearn to go back to 1947?