Yeah, me too. It's such a classic. I always love the Christmas episode when the Asian man living in the house (forgot his name) had to give up his baby in what I assume was during the Vietnam War and sent her to America and he asked Arnold to find her for him and he spent all night with Gerald, searching for her with that guy from some district office, but couldn't find her. And Helga who was spying on him the whole time ending up trading her new boots, which was the last pair, and gave it to the guy and searched with him for the daughter and at the last minute she came, and Gerald tells Arnold: "Sometimes miracles come true," or something like that, and outside Helga says, "Merry Christmas, Arnold." I almost get teary eyed whenever I see that episode.