Silent Night
Up on the housetop,
reindeer pause
Out jumps
good ol' Santa Claus
Down through the chimney
with lots of toys
All for the little ones'
Christmas joys
Who wouldn't go?
Who wouldn't go?
Up on the housetop,
click, click, click
Down through the chimney
with good Saint Nick
First comes the stocking
of little Nell
Oh, dear Santa,
fill it well
Give her a dolly
that laughs and cries
One that can open
and shut its eyes
Who wouldn't go?
Who wouldn't go?
Up on the housetop,
click, click, click
Down through the chimney
With good Saint Nick
Look in the stocking
of little Will
Oh, just see
what a glorious fill
Here is a hammer
and lots of tacks
Whistle and ball
and a whip that cracks
Who wouldn't go?
Who wouldn't go?
- No!
- Up on the housetop
Click, click, click...
Down through the chimney
with good Saint Nick...
Who wouldn't go?
Who wouldn't go?
Up on the housetop,
click, click, click
Down through the chimney
with good Saint Nick
Down here!
I'm down here!
Hey!
The basement.
Hello. Hey. Hey. I'm down here.
Just let me go, okay?
Please?
'Cause I... I didn't know
she was married.
What are you... what...
what are you doing?
Just look, it's...
it's a f***ing misunderstanding.
I didn't... I'm sorry, okay?
She was begging for it.
What the f*** did you...?
I didn't read that...
'cause you're her husband.
I... f***, I didn't...
okay, just-
how the f*** am I supposed to know
that she was married?
'Cause she wasn't even wearing
a f***ing wedding ring, okay?
I swear to God, I'm never-
I'm never gonna touch her again.
I'm gonna get
the f*** out of here, okay?
Just...
You're... you're not
her husband.
You're-
you're just a sick f***.
Say something!
Hello.
- Up and at 'em, Deputy.
- Sheriff?
I need you at the station
at 1500 hours.
Wait. Why?
Deputy Jordan's got my shift.
Jordan's MIA.
Wait, what?
No one's seen him
since Thursday.
Apparently he's gonzo,
out of here,
got a whiff of something
he couldn't pass up.
Sir, I can't work tonight.
It's Christmas Eve.
It's Christmas Eve
for all of us,
the season of giving,
so get off your sorry ass.
Town hall's expecting
a record number of Santas.
It's gonna be
a real clusterfuck.
With all due respect, sir,
today is a really tough day
for me.
It's my first Christmas
without John.
Okay, well, I'll look forward
to seeing you.
A six-sided item, nine letters.
I'm home.
I'm innocent, I swear. I swear.
Police brutality!
Help! Help! Help!
Daddy, I'm sorry I can't be here
tonight, but you understand.
That's okay, darling.
You just write
as many parking tickets as you can
for all those other wannabes
and then look for me
up on that throne.
Oh, well, that would be cheating,
wouldn't it, Mother?
She's straight as an arrow.
- I am proud of you, kiddo.
- Thank you.
There's a gift in the mailbox
for you, Hank.
Give it here.
Hey, Daddy,
what's a six-sided item?
A cube.
Nine letters.
A hexagon.
Close. That's seven.
I'll figure it out eventually.
Anyways, good luck.
I'm not gonna need it.
This is gonna be my year.
Of course it is.
And in the morning,
we will open up Christmas presents
and we will have leftovers and we'll
spend the whole day together, okay?
- You be careful out there, hon.
- Of course.
- You promise?
- Of course, Mother.
And watch out for those drunken Santas
with the wandering hands?
And no letting them off
with just a smile
and a slap on the wrist,
not my girl.
I won't let you down, Dad.
Deck the halls
with boughs of holly
'Tis the season to be jolly
Don we now our gay apparel
Sing the joyous
Yuletide carol
Fa la la la la
la la la la...
- Nice job, Mr. Mayor.
- Pardon me?
- The lights... quite a display.
- Pain in the ass.
But we're entertaining tonight,
and Mrs. Mayor has her standards.
So you're not judging
the Santa contest then?
No, no, no.
It's an election year.
If I choose a Santa, I earn one vote
and lose the other 499.
- Merry Christmas, Tiffany.
- Hey.
Tiffany, please go put on
something more respectable.
Respectable? What would you know
about respectable?
I have important people
coming over tonight.
You might think it's cool
for you and your important people
to route a road
through protected land.
I don't.
This town will die if we don't
put another road in.
It's already dead.
All right, see you
at the Santa parade.
Yeah. You take care.
Up on the housetop,
reindeer pause
Out jumps
good ol' Santa Claus
Down through the chimney
with lots of toys...
What are you doing, honey?
Those are Mommy's heart pills.
- I need those.
- You need to take me to the mall.
But I thought
we'd go to church tonight.
F*** church.
I want my new LV today.
Why don't you wait until tomorrow
and see what Santa brings you?
Do I look like I believe
in Santa Claus?
Go get your purse
and meet me in the car.
Great. Salvation f***ing Army.
Got something for me?
I didn't ask for that.
Reverend Madeley.
Do you remember the old days?
Full house every Christmas Eve,
Easter too.
Nothing's the same anymore,
not even the snow.
Well, we've all lost a lot
this year.
John was important
to the community.
It's always hard
when a loved one leaves you,
no matter what
the circumstances,
but I want you to remember
Jesus loves you, Aubrey.
He's always here for you.
And so am I.
If there's anything
I can do to ease your pain,
anything at all...
I'm going to be late.
You want me
to pour you a coffee?
No, it's okay. I got it.
- What are you reading?
- A survey.
It says that Christmas
makes people crazy.
They think it's the short days.
Or maybe it's "Jingle Bells"
- Where is everyone anyway?
- Sheriff's out,
scouting the parade route
for suspicious packages.
And where is Giles?
Late, as always.
So you hear about Jordan disappearing?
He flew the coop.
Yes, that is why
I'm here today.
I mean, he couldn't have waited
until after Christmas?
Rumor is there's a girl.
They're eloping to Milwaukee.
Okay.
Of course they are.
Can you think of a nine-letter word
for a six-sided item?
For my crossword?
I'll Google it.
What? No. The whole point is
to figure it out yourself.
So why are you asking me?
It is just so nice of you
to show up, Giles.
Don't tell me... I missed a bank heist
and an alien invasion.
If I can manage to put on my makeup,
blow-dry my hair and get here on time...
The truth is,
I had to stop at the store
and get something
for you ladies.
Christmas presents
from you? Really?
Don't rush me. Form a line.
Oh, after you've been kissing
the sheriff's a**hole, you're gonna-
Oh, God.
No, thank you.
Sheriff's Department. Yes.
Ma'am, which Santa Claus?
Ma'am?
I see.
We'll send someone right over.
You know that traveling Santa,
the one in the square?
- Yeah. What's up?
- Well, seems he's been making kids cry.
- What? How?
- Maybe he got a boner.
Kids are squirming
in his lap all day.
It's bound to happen
sooner or later.
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