You know, the kind of scene where doting dad Chevy Chase sneaks a peek at the oh-so cute kids safely buckled into the back of his expensive American off-roader, then beams a proud, lingering smile in the direction of Beverley D'Angelo.
It doesn't matter that we all know how all hell will break loose when little Johnny and Jennifer arrive at Winter Wallyworld.
For the time being, Chevy feels like the luckiest man in the world.
And while I already know I'm the luckiest man in the world, piloting the new Range Rover Sport towards this year's one-to-one with Santa momentarily meant that I felt as though I had also been sprinkled with Hollywood stardust.
The missus felt it too.
"Ooh, it feels just like we're in a film," she cooed as we glided past Worsley Green - the closest thing to the autumnal rouge of New England in our neck of the woods.
But then travelling in a car this good is always going to feel a little bit special.
DVD
After all, mum and daughter were sat in the back watching Rudolph The Movie on the rear seat DVD screens, while "us boys" were up front, piloting one of the finest pieces of automotive engineering available.
With the sat nav destination set for Santa's grotto, it felt as though everything was just fine and dandy.
Our sleigh for the day, the fifth car to bear the Land Rover badge, is intended to inject a slice of sporting panache into the tried and tested luxurious frame of the Range Rover.
Imagine Santa had taken the reindeers and his sleigh back to the shop and exchanged them for something a little quicker, but still capable of covering the same frosty ground.
What might come as a surprise is that it is genetically closer to the Land Rover Discovery 3 than the Range Rover, sharing a designated production line at Solihull with the latest Disco.
Yet as the Sport appendage suggests, the all-new Sport Tourer is designed to be deliberately more compact and involving to drive.
To be precise, the Range Rover Sport is 18cm shorter, 9cm lower and around 5cm narrower than its big brother.
Don't get me wrong, it still feels BIG and cosseting. The Sport's looks certainly hit the mark - although I'd say that it's still more Audley Harrison than your typical Amir Khan roadster.
The most striking accoutrements are the menacing, drilled grille and metal-finished side air vents.
Engineers
And while Land Rover's engineers talk endlessly about aerodynamics and drag co-efficients, the Sport's performance is still inextricably linked to the power produced by the three new engines offered for this Range Rover: the Supercharged 4.2litre V8, the naturally-aspirated 4.4litre V8 in the car I drove and the 2.7 litre V6 diesel.
That's the kind of power that will still propel a gargantuan hulk to 60mph in a shade more than eight seconds.
An automatic gearbox is standard across the range, while the Sport also comes with options for a veritable Santa's sack full of electronic gadgets and gizmos.
Should you go off-road, there's the easy-to-use terrain selection seen on the Disco 3, while a new additional safety feature sees the car actually tell the driver when it gets too close to the vehicle in front.
Hardly surprisingly, the Sport is about as comfortable a car as you're ever going to drive, with a stiffer suspension set-up providing a more Tarmac-friendly ride.
In fact, I only have a few gripes.
Hatchback
I felt that the split hatchback arrangement - open just the glass or the entire door - didn't work as well as it could, and might slow Santa in his tracks on the big night.
A large pillar to the side of the windscreen served to obscure vision when negotiating a roundabout, and, despite its relatively small frame, the Range Rover Sport is still pretty thirsty, providing me with an average consumption of around 17mpg.
But I'm happy to say that the family made it to see Santa entirely unscathed.
And while there may have been a flurry of activity in the luxury off-roader stakes in recent months, what with a new Mercedes M-class and the very nice Lexus RX300, not to mention the brilliant Discovery 3, I think the Range Rover Sport certainly ranks pretty highly when it comes to car park appeal and practicability.
All of which means that you won't need to be a mind reader in order to guess what I asked the great man to bring me on Christmas Day.
