What are you doing to me here?
Why? You're killing me.
I just wanted to let you know how I was feeling.
Well you can't kiss me like that.
It's Christmas, Ally's up, my parents are coming over now.
Sorry, sorry.
You've activated the launch sequence now.
Why?
Merry Christmas!
Hey. Hey.
Nice. We usually hang ours on the door.
Hey, eight maids a milking.
Are we going to do this
every night until Christmas?
Can't we just cut to partridge in a pear tree
and be done with it?
Wow. Why don't we go to Macy's?
You can punch Santa and kick an elf.
From me to you.
Oh, thank you.
Raymond, I got you something.
Oh, I got you something too.
Hold on.
Oh, it's a house coat.
I noticed you didn't have one.
It's just like mine.
Oh, so we can be twins.
Hold it up.
Wow, Robert.
Yeah. A remote controlled replica
of a vintage P51D Mustang flown by Chuck Yeager
complete with a fully operational slide away canopy.
Hey! Golf balls.
Yeah, I wanted to-
No, no. These are very good golf balls.
Yeah. And there's three of them.
Hold them up.
You know, Marie,
while we're talking about Christmas, I had this idea.
I know this year is your turn,
but I was thinking of starting a new tradition.
What if we spend Christmas Eve
at my parent's and Christmas Day at your house?
That way, nobody misses Christmas together.
That's lovely.
But you'd have to leave Connecticut
in the middle of the night to get back for Christmas morning.
Oh no.
We would just stay overnight there
and we'd get to your house about 10:00.
But how about the children
coming downstairs in the morning
and opening up their presents and their little faces?
How could you take that away from me?
Well, they'll still have faces at 10:00.
They'll still have faces at 10:00.
Marie, will you get out of the way?
I'm not talking to you and your stupid lights.
Didn't that fire teach you a lesson, you maniac?
Do me a favor.
Stick your toe in the water and squish this bulb right here.
It would be worth it to get away from you.
Would you stop?
You're killing Christmas.
Oh my God. What did you do?
Here we go.
That one is for me?
Just a little something else for someone
who's something else.
Oh my gosh, it's all new cookware.
I'll tell you what.
My mother and my father? We're through with them.
You read my letter to Santa.
Where's Ally?
Where's Ally? Ho, ho, holy crap.
Isn't this nice?
Christmas morning and we're all together?
Yeah, this is nice.
This is what it's all about.
Yeah. Read another one, Dad.
Okay.
This one is from Linda and Dennis McCarthy.
Oh boy. They're the worst.
Uh-oh.
Dear family and friends-
Raymond: We're neither. Keep going.
Is it Christmas already?
With our trip to Colonial Williamsburg,
remodeling the living room,
and Denny's successful run for city council,
the months have just flown by.
City council of what city?
Jackassville?