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- Don't worry about it. - Yeah, we brought Rosie.

And they were so afraid. And the angel said unto them...

Oh, no, really, Max?

On a cold winter night, much like this.

Jordan? Stevie!

I just wanted Christmas to be like it used to be.

You know how this fancy food clogs my pipes.

- Can I come in? - No.

All of you, you have to go. Do you understand?

Are you okay? Are you okay?

Yeah, I know what you mean.

I can't believe you're afraid to come up here by yourself.

Christ on a stick. Would it kill you to shovel your walk?

Just set that up wherever you want, T.

Blah, blah, blah, bullshit, bullshit. Here we go... Maxi's wish list.

- Oh, Tom, let me take that. - I'm sorry.

And who doesn't make a ham at Christmas? What are you now, a Jew?

I take back my wish!

but no one noticed a giant blizzard hurtling towards us.

- Not my kid. - Come on, girls.

How's everybody else doing?

- Get it off me! - Dad!

Hey, Tommy. I...

Hear what happened to Santa?

And was drop-kicking him into the manger really the best way to handle this?

I haven't felt this hungover since the pope died.

- Hey, Stevie? - Yeah.

Omi's been acting different.

- Shut up, Beth! - I don't care who started it, Max.

Is that a snowplow?

You know what I'm saying?

when belief is forgotten

I like snowflakes, but I like my plan a lot better.

Go get 'em, girl.

- It was the Eagle Scouts. - Eagle Scouts.

Nothing. It's just a scratch.

Aunt Dorothy? Finish it.

Aunt Dorothy. It's so great to see you.

Thought you said you weren't working over Christmas.

It's probably nothing, but I thought we'd go pick her up,

'fear not. For behold, I bring you tidings of great joy.'