Mickey had kept on strolling through town, humming his song, until he saw Greta, one of the last people on his list. He chuckled at her hat and walked up to her.

"Hiya, Greta," he greeted. "Nice hat!"

He put down the sack he'd been carrying and dug through it a bit, finally pulling out two good-sized presents wrapped in gold with red ribbons and handing them to her.

"Merry Christmas!"