Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

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

when belief is forgotten

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

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

Aunt Dorothy? Finish it.

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

Nothing. It's just a scratch.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Hear what happened to Santa?

On a cold winter night, much like this.

Oh, no, really, Max?

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

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

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

I take back my wish!

but no one noticed a giant blizzard hurtling towards us.

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

Are you okay? Are you okay?

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

Omi's been acting different.

- Get it off me! - Dad!

Jordan? Stevie!

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

Go get 'em, girl.

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

Is that a snowplow?

Just set that up wherever you want, T.

You know what I'm saying?

You know how this fancy food clogs my pipes.

Hey, Tommy. I...

Thought you said you weren't working over Christmas.

- Can I come in? - No.

How's everybody else doing?

- Hey, Stevie? - Yeah.

- Not my kid. - Come on, girls.

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

- It was the Eagle Scouts. - Eagle Scouts.

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