Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

I want to, Max.

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

Poor bastard must have sailed clear through.

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

He left me as a reminder of what happens

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

- Tom, God! - Sorry. Sorry.

Last Word: I'll see you in hell.

but we were no longer the loving family I remembered.

Honey, who is that?

Aunt Dorothy, will you keep an eye on them?

What are we gonna do now?

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

- Jordan. - Stevie?

makes everything nice.

Girls! Make some room for your dad!

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

For the little kids.

We got to find Beth.

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

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

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

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

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

Tom, what's she saying?

and the Christmas spirit dies.

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

Krampus came not to reward, but to punish.

Howard, let me help you with that.

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

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

- No! - Howard! Howard, the baby!

Come here, girl.

- Yeah. I thought you knew. - No.

She'll be fine.

And here I thought I was the one losing it.

One singular moment.

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

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

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

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

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