Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I lost him to an overpriced guilt gift.

-Holy fucking shit. You look incredible. -[giggles]

Just my antihistamines.

But as elves we've been personally directed by Mr. and Mrs. Claus

Okay. All right. Now it's my turn.

and we sip on martinis, sit by the fire.

he wants us to open presents and spend all day together on FaceTime.

-You're talking about Sexy Christmas. -Maybe.

Heck yeah! Yeah, it's no fun just keeping it in the box.

Phoebe, I'm sorry you can't spend Christmas with your mum.

[all chanting] Rip it, rip it, rip it, rip it!

All right, your turn. Come on. Open up the big one.

I just wanna thank you all for coming.

This is by far the most people we've ever had.

You pooped your pants? Roy Kent?

♪ I'll give it to someone special ♪

I could run right back upstairs

Run, run, run, run, run!

-No, that's okay. I get it. -[Henry] Nice!

The email said "Secret Santa." I didn't wanna ruin the surprise, did I?

[Michelle chuckling] Oh, you lost him.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

To the family we're born with and to the family we make along the way.

Quick, quick, quick, quick!

-Bye! -Come on.

-[all] Ooh! -A swinging Sinatra,

"Ted, thank you for everything you've done for me. Nathan."

Well, you see what happened was Rudolph's nose shined so brightly

-♪ Oh, oh ♪ -[backup singers] ♪ Christmas ♪

-Merry Christmas. -Merry Christmas.

What have you got to be sad about? Did one of the Paw Patrol dogs die?

Well, congratulations, Phoebe. That is some spectacularly bad breath.

Thank you so much. This will only take a second.

Phoebe, whatever it is, we just wanna try and make it better.

-But we'll have fun together, yeah? -[Phoebe] Please just leave me alone.