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You know the best part about being off
from school for the holidays?

Being off from school?

No, we get to be at the buzz all day
instead of just after class.

Oh yeah, nothing since the holidays like
chestnuts roasting over an open

deadline.

All right, journals, it's time for your
toughest assignment ever.

Yes, a holiday challenge!

I mean, uh -uh, no fair.

It's time for our secret Santa pick.

The tough part will be keeping who you
picked.

Yay,

I picked you.

I know your girl Skiggling gave it away.

I got you, too.

Mikey, guess who?

Oh, ho and oh again.

Wilder, you're all mine, baby.

Cool. Man, it looks like the wild man's
going to be your secret Santa.

I was hoping you'd pick me.

I need to get out and hang out with my
friends Find out what's new, who's

bashing on who

Happen to my party planner?

Yes, I'll hold. But do not put on any
Christmas music.

Christmas Eve is coming soon. Now you do
know that.

Whisper what you'll bring to me. Tell me
if you can.

Walter, why are you dressed like someone
I'd never be seen with? Because I just

got a job at the Ajax Mall's Blinky the
Elf.

You know, one of Santa's helpers.

Why would anyone need to use something
as ridiculous as that? To make money for

a gift.

What do you mean the party planner's
rulebook?

Then sit over the first one available.

That looks fun.

Santa dude.

Elf dude.

Hey,

party planner. If you're not here for
the chit -chat, move it out.

I'm here to make sure this is the best
Christmas ever for Amanda Pierce.

A party planner that stays in character.

Jippee. Uh -oh.

Good help is so hard to find.

Hey, Michael, I was wondering if... I'm
studying.

Studying? Studying what? School's out.
The Cashman Holiday Catalog? Oh, man, it

gets me a great present, like this
platinum shoehorn.

But there's a $30 gift limit. You can't
even get something gift -wrapped without

a Cashman.

Please, with extreme shoppers like
Amanda, $30 is just a warm -up.

Oh, an electric air swabber!

I do spend a lot of time swabbing my
ears the old -fashioned way.

I combine my secret Santa gift limit
with my he's -my -boyfriend gift limit

get Noah the gift of all gifts.

It isn't slippers, is it? Because
nothing says lame like a pair of

footwear. That's what I got you last
year.

Deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa
-la -la -la -la, la -la -la -la.

Anyway, I got Noah an MP3 player with
all of his favorite songs already deal

-loaded. Do you know how hard it is to
find the Tasmanian monk singing Be My

Yoko Ono?

You did good, Becky.

That's a sudden realization.

What if you over -gifted?

What does that even mean?

Over -gifting is when you give someone
an amazing gift and their gift to you

isn't as good.

Like how on Oprah's birthday I gave her
the Harry Potter collection, but on my

birthday she gave me... nothing.

You have to find out what Noah gave me,
but do it in a way so he doesn't know

who wants to know.

Tends to be sneaky and find out secret
stuff.

Way better than slippers.

Fur -covered cell phone.

Faux fur, no guilt.

We have to decorate this room totally
perfect.

Tons of celebrities are going to be
here, and I wanted to say Christmas, but

too Christmassy. Sort of like Christmas
seems to the eyes of hip and edgy elves.

But you used to love traditional
Christmases.

Where's the little Amanda Pierce that
used to leave me milk and caviar on

Christmas Eve?

How'd you know that I used to... Oh,
because I'm rich and a rich girl would

never just leave a cookie, right?

Here's your budget.

Don't spend it all on candy canes.

Santa dude!

Elf dude.

Amanda, I'm heading over to the
community center to help my parents, but

wanted to talk to you about the $30
secret Santa limit.

Chump change, I know.

That's why I think friends like us
should spend more. What do you say,

$200?

The only thing worth $200 is $200.

What can anyone need that's $200?

Glad you asked. There's a star pendant
at Cashman's that's $200.

And make sure it's in the Cashman's box.
That's half the joy and all the

prestige. Now, I'm off to watch Daddy's
assistant build a snowman.

H -O -Q.

Ho, ho, ho to you, too.

Hi, uh, Ajax Ma, this is Blinky the Elf.
Do you have any extra shifts?

Sure, I'd be happy to clean up after the
reindeer.

An electric ear swabber? Who'd ever want
that?

Dashing through the snow In a one -horse
open sleigh O 'er the fields we go

Laughing all the way Oh, hello, Shepard.
Hello to you,

Frosty the Snowman.

So the kids seem pretty excited about
their Secret Santas, huh? They're like

five -year -olds. I need a referee
whistle.

Those kids.

So, what do we do in our Secret Santa?

What? Us?

No, no, no, Shepard. We're colleagues.
That's all.

Colleagues don't give each other gifts.
Right. We give each other hearty

handshakes and best wishes for the
Yuletide season.

Promise me you will not get me a gift
and make me look bad.

All right, Ebenezer.

Now. If you'll excuse me, I'm off to buy
a Christmas goose for Tiny Tim.

You're a Christmas goose.

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all
the way.

I know it's the fest this season, but do
we really need eggnog flavored hot

dogs? Come on, who doesn't love dog nog?

What you doing?

Figuring out what to get, Wilder. I have
it down to a cheetah print bow tie or a

stainless steel... apple core.

Those sound like things you want.

So they do.

And that's the danger of being someone's
secret Santa.

Danger? Yes.

A bad gift could eat away at a
relationship until there's nothing left

and despair.

And try returning anger and despair
without a receipt.

I never thought about it that way.

Because you're not as shallow as I am.

Maybe you should tell me what you got,
Rebecca, so that doesn't happen to you.

Okay. Um...

I went online and bought her a baseball
fan by Justin Morneau.

Perfect! Good job!

Yay, Noah!

Need more nutmeg.

No, I don't want three Swedish hens. I
want three French hens, like the song

says. And B .G.'s applesauce better be a
leaping.

O .M .G.

What do you think?

It's like someone put a lump of coal in
my life.

But the icicles are just like the one
house decorator put up on your roof when

you were six.

This is not hip. This is not edgy. This
is suburban.

I'm sorry, Amanda. I've been doing this
for hundreds of years, and I've never

got it wrong before.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're old. You're a
legend. I get it.

Okay, here's something really simple you
can do. Call everyone on the guest

list. Oh, I'm good at lists.

I'll even check it twice.

You better be. This is a regular Who's
Who of the Stars.

I want to make sure they have a special
night.

What are you doing? You can't cross off
Karina.

Yesterday, she threw an eggnog smoothie
at her assistant.

More naughty than nice.

Ah, little Kelly Clarkson.

I remember when she was five and all she
wanted was a karaoke machine.

When you were five, you got little
Biscuit. How did you know?

Oh, I get it. You called Daddy's
assistant and he told you. Now, you have

calls to make.

Rebecca Harper in so many words.

Hanukkah. Easier to celebrate than it is
to spell.

Good one. I crack me up.

Did you find out about the Secret Santa
thing? Yes, I gave him out of my list,

and she's getting me everything on it,
including the sideburn trimmer.

But you don't even have sideburns. I
might next year. Who knows? Amanda will

then.

I was talking about me.

Did you find out what Noah's getting me?

Yes. How shall I put this?

When it comes to gifts you might
actually want, Noah has no gift to

A -rap -a -pum -pum.

Not bad.

Some ball written on by Justin Monroe?

It's Justin Morneau, and it's called an
autograph, and I already have one of

those.

I'm not disappointed by the gift. I'm
just hurt that Noah doesn't know me as

well as I thought.

I'd be more disappointed by the crummy
gift.

Yeah, okay, bye -bye.

What in the name of St.

Nick? Yes?

Not you.

Expression.

To DJ, best of the season, Shepard.

That sneaky dog.

Buy me a gift on Christmas.

You'll pay for this, Shepard.

Do you hear me?

Pay.

That's right, Angelina.

Skip the party and stay home with your
children.

You have all next year to eat shrimp
puffs with journalists.

Oh, I slay me.

No, no, no! What are you doing?

Well, you said to make sure everyone had
a special night, so I told the nice

ones to stay home with their families,
and I told the naughty ones to think

about how they could improve for next
year.

What could be more special than that?

You're fired!

I know he said not to come, J. Ray, but
the views expressed by that silly old

man do not reflect the views of Teen
Buzz, nor do we endorse them.

Wonderland. Amanda, what's wrong?

What's wrong?

Look at this place.

I haven't seen anything so tacky since
Rebecca's Thanksgiving party.

Hey, you try making breeches and buckles
on hats look hip.

Come on, I think this place looks
awesome.

Even if it did, which it doesn't, it
wouldn't matter because not a single

is going to be here.

We'll all be here. That's what really
matters.

Amanda, who cares about fancy
decorations and flashy guests?

The holidays are about spending time
with their family and friends.

And trying to avoid my uncle Ron's
fruitcake? That thing weighs more than a

turkey.

It's about the nice things, too.

So sweet.

Lying to make me feel better.

But I know this Christmas is going to
stink like figgy pudding!

Amanda! Don't let this affect your gift
-giving mood!

Hey, Santa dude.

How are you, elf dude?

Bad. I've been wearing this elf costume
for so long, they changed my elf name

from Blinky to Stinky.

I didn't understand Blinky, but I don't
like Stinky.

Why are you working yourself so hard?

Between your mall job and the community
center, you haven't had a second to

enjoy the holidays.

I know, but it's so hard being Amanda's
secret Santa.

I'm still 20 bucks short for that star
pendant.

Being Amanda's secret me?

Shouldn't make you unhappy.

I'm sure if you don't get her that
pendant, she'll understand.

Right. And that's the look I want to see
in her eyes when she opens my gift. I

understand. Way better than you, Rock
Wilder.

I promised Amanda this would be her best
Christmas ever.

And I haven't had much luck.

Maybe you're the boy to lead her there.

There are other gifts that can bring joy
to someone's heart.

But they don't come in a cashman's box.

Trust me, what Amanda needs doesn't come
in a cashman's box. Case?

No. A jar?

Uh -uh. Oh, paper bag?

I'm sure you'll figure this one out.

Oh, that's your ear swabber.

Couplings.

Sleep mask.

Toyland, Toyland, little girl in
Boyland.

Hey. Hey.

Still getting over something new?

Yep. He is now getting an Arcade Fire t
-shirt. I know he already has one, but I

will not be over -gifting.

If you don't know what to do with that
MP3 player, I know a certain friend who

forgot to ask Amanda for one.

I'm giving it to Baba for Hanukkah.

Then we can have a nice year -long chat
about what an MP3 is.

Are you hiding my gift behind your back?

Maybe. You do realize it's wrapped. I
have no way of knowing what it is.

Amateur.

Well, it better be good because you are
going to love my gift.

What if you really did get me something
good? I hid this one out of the park

car.

Nope. You're getting the useless
scribbled on ball.

Don't be afraid to cry, Rebecca.

I would.

Yeah. I'll be coming home for Christmas
dinner, Mom.

No, I won't be bringing a special
someone.

Yeah.

Bye.

Christmas dinner with the folk.

Graduated from the kiddie table yet?

I'm on to you.

Yeah, you caught me. These are
definitely the semester grades.

You bought me a present to make me look
bad?

Okay, guilty as charged. I saw something
that was perfect, and I knew you had to

have it, so I bought it.

What is it?

It's a hat made out of Limburger cheese.

Come on, DJ, I can't tell you what it
is. Please give me a hint.

Okay.

It's shiny, it fits on your finger, and
it will make you go... See you at the

party.

and bringing a special someone to
dinner.

That's right. No kiddie table for Diane
this year.

Ho, ho, ho, everyone.

It's time to open up our secret Santas.
Who wants to go first?

Me, DJ, me.

I'm so excited I can hardly stand it.
Actually, DJ, I can't stay long because

have to go to the community center to
help families in need. So you can start

with me. Me, me, me. Don't you know that
Christmas is the time for sharing?

Michael!

Fine, selfish.

Here.

Crocheted slippers.

Thanks, dude!

I can't believe you gave Fowler my gift
to you. I can't believe you gave me

slippers, so we're even.

Amanda, this is for you. I hope you like
it.

Ooh, a cashmere box.

I like it already.

Did you make that?

You rock, Walder.

I know you wanted the fancy one, but I
decided to give all the money to the

community center.

Except for five bucks for these to buy
the box.

That's the most beautiful gift ever.

You can have one.

Walder's inspired me. I'm not giving you
any more of it for you and the spirit

of Christmas.

What? No, Pam, I don't want the true
spirit of Christmas.

I want an electric ear swabber.

I know I'm not your secret Santa, but I
want to give you a gift anyway.

Perfect. I carry mistletoe for such an
occasion.

You gotta be impressed.

The guy is good.

I meant something else.

Inviting families from the center was a
better idea.

Although a kiss would have been sweet,
too.

was right. This is the best Christmas
ever. I hope Michael's not mad I

all his gifts for the ones the children
needed.

How could I be mad? Better remind you my
birthday's in three months.

As cool as this party is, it's still
missing something.

Santa dude!

Elf dude!

Oh, sorry to bother, but I do believe I
left my jingle bells here.

And this is Roxanna.

And your sister, Jacqueline.

And my friend, Arthur.

Kimberly. Maya.

Up on the housetop, reindeer's paws.

Out jumps good old Santa Claus.

Down through the chimney with lots of
toys.

All for the little one's Christmas joy.
Ho, ho, ho, who wouldn't go? Ho, ho, ho,

who wouldn't go?

Happy holidays, DJ.

Shepard, I didn't want to say I can't
believe you got me a... Whistle?

Why would you give me a whistle?

Because you said you feel like a
referee.

And it's shiny.

It fits on your finger and makes you
go... Get it?

I do.

Now... So?

What did you get me?

Nothing. Nothing at all. We said we
weren't going to exchange gifts.

Is it my fault that you can't follow
rules?

I'm supposed to bring this in now,
right?

Wow!

DJ, this is fantastic.

I don't know what to say.

Chuanica. Harmonica?

Hanukkah. And she can give gifts for
eight days.

In case the first one doesn't work out.

My corset.

From the Glimmers.

I had it preserved.

You looked so beautiful that night. I
took this to make the night last a

bit longer.

What about the Justin Morneau ball you
told Michael you bought?

I lied to throw you off the scent.

You think I know my girl well enough to
realize when she sent her best friend to

do her bidding?

Wait one sec.

Papa, I need my MP3 player back.

MP3. It's the phone you download.

Downloading is when you get it off the
computer.

A computer is that shiny box I write on.

Wait a minute.

Dash way, dash way, dash where?

These Tasmanian monks rock.

Sir, are you going to return the bike?

Sure. It's not really a fair trade.

Thank you.

Do you want to go to Christmas at my
parents? I know you probably already

plans, but I was... DJ, I'd love to.

Whoa!

I love these newspapers.

What? No fair?

I want some crocheted slippers.

Thank you, party planner, for making
this the best Christmas ever.

You're welcome, little Amanda Pierce.

Oh, and just so you know, I've missed
the caviar.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho,
ho.

Give the guy credit. He stayed in
character right till the very end.

Why is Santa dude going to the roof?

Now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen. On
Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen.

Clawstruck.

Merry Christmas to all.

And to all a good night.