Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tom, what's she saying?

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

- Jordan. - Stevie?

- Tom, God! - Sorry. Sorry.

Howard, let me help you with that.

and the Christmas spirit dies.

He even told the first graders that Santa was just a cheap marketing ploy

One singular moment.

Aunt Dorothy, will you keep an eye on them?

Stevie, sweetheart, it's okay. It's okay. Come on.

Well, I hate to sound harsh, but every kid has to learn the truth someday.

She'll be fine.

And here I thought I was the one losing it.

- Yeah. I thought you knew. - No.

Honey, who is that?

I know I haven't been great this year, and I'm sorry for that,

This family needs a little gun talk, whether it's at the dinner table or anywhere else.

For the little kids.

I just got my ass kicked by a bunch of Christmas cookies,

Tonight we're making a Japanese snowflake tree or some crap.

What are we gonna do now?

Krampus came not to reward, but to punish.

He left me as a reminder of what happens

but we were no longer the loving family I remembered.

I want to, Max.

makes everything nice.

- No! - Howard! Howard, the baby!

You're gonna write an apology to the rest of your class for ruining the recital.

We got to find Beth.

Last Word: I'll see you in hell.

Come here, girl.

- Mom, there's something weird outside. - I am calm.

It's not my fault Aunt Dorothy clogged up the crapper.

Poor bastard must have sailed clear through.

- Beth! - Quiet, Tommy. I don't like this.

But is this a war on Christmas, a war on over-political correctness...

- It's delicious, honey. - It's a little dry.

All right. But don't you rat me out.

Come on, she's not that bad. She's not!

- Aunt Dorothy, please. - Well, you ought to know.

Listen, why don't we just leave? Right?

- Well, merry Christmas to you too, Max. - Merry Christmas, son.

Girls! Make some room for your dad!