CLARK GRISWOLD is at the end of his driveway. He’s dressed in winter gear, with a snow shovel down at the ground pushing fresh accumulation to the edge of the driveway. The pile of snow has been pushed there by large neighborhood SNOW PLOWS.
A SNOW PLOW drives by just as Clark pushes the pile to the edge of the driveway. The plow showers Griswold with snow.
Clark’s face is screwed up—he’s pissed.
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Clark is standing in the middle of his yard. He’s stepping down on a pump that will inflate a GIANT SANTA CLAUS. One of those obnoxious yard ones like this one: http://www.airartinflatables.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/Inflatable-yard-christmas-santa-claus-3.jpg.
Clark is really struggling to blow it up. He’s hunched over and grunting while he presses down hard on the pedal that will expand the Santa Claus.
The inflatable Santa bursts apart, sending Clark flying back towards the gutter, about to disappear off panel.
He’s on his back in the snow pile, spread-eagled, like he’s making a snow angel.
The snow plow comes around again and dumps more snow on him, burying everything except his head in snow.
1. GRISWOLD: I give up.