Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm just so sorry, Peach.

Hot chocolate packets in your stockings,

Zion has a new lady friend. Let's talk about her instead.

["We Wish You a Merry Christmas" playing]

[inhales] When Ginny was young,

Bracia, it's Christmas. Shoot your shot. Don't give Bryon a hat.

Daddy, you sure you don't wanna come sledding?

-♪ So on this Christmas Eve… ♪ -[door opens]

Lynette, it is like you are writing my biography.

-♪ Good tidings we bring… ♪ -[door opens]

[Paul clears throat, laughs]

and we gotta make sure Lynette thinks things are seasoned enough.

You can't even look at me.

[Paul chuckles]

about things your mom doesn't understand.

No, I don't think you did.

I died inside, and my chest is decomposing,

♪ Forget about it ♪ ♪ Hush ♪

Have a merry Christmas.

-[sighs] -[Lynette] We offered you everything.

♪ In a one-horse open sleigh ♪

-[crowd cheers] -Mayor Randolph.

Yeah, I just want her to know that I'm, like, cool with her

"Money laundering, racketeering,

You know, I always had this dream I'd ride away from all my problems

♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas… ♪

Oh, the day that celebrates consumerism

-What grade are you? -I'm just a sophomore.

Zion, uh, what is Simone doing for the holiday?

["We Wish You a Merry Christmas" instrumental plays]

Am I sure? I just asked out loud, so I must be.

-[chuckles] -Okay? I know how to text.

[Whit] Paul, how's the job?

Did you see the butter knives?

I'll come see you before I leave for Vermont. All right?

It's Santa Claus!

-Wine? -No, thanks.

Do you mind if we switch places? Because Sophie's next in line.

We wanted to support you. You could have had a very good life.

♪ Sleep in ♪

I don't know who had you for Secret Santa. [laughs]

[upbeat music plays]

[Georgia clicks tongue, sighs]

She's gorgeous and talented.

♪ Got you running in circles, I know ♪

-Uh, you're my Secret Santa? -Yeah. [nervous exhale]

I want you to understand. Don't… Don't you see?

He's incarcerated.

-Ginny, your poem is haunting me. -Poem?