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Here's what you missed on Glee.
Kurt's trying to get used to another school,

and Will's trying
to get used to the fact...

that Emma went to Vegas with her
boyfriend and came home married.

- I'm happy for you.
- Brittany thinks Artie's the best boyfriend ever.

- You're magic, Brittany.
- Which is what Rachel
used to think about Finn.

Then she learned this secret about him
and Santana, which made her super mad.

- Do you think she's prettier than me?
- Don't answer that.

- So she made out with Puck,
which made Finn super mad...
- I'm done with you!

Because his girlfriends
are always making out with Puck.

Boyfriend troubles. I got that covered.

Considering I'm usually the cause of them,
I'd say I'm an expert.

It's like a thing.
And that's what you missed on Glee.

Hey, Will.
Hey.

Are we okay?

We haven't really talked
since I told you about me and Carl.

I mean,
we haven't talked at all.

Are you avoiding me?
Not at all.

What are you doing
for Christmas this year?

Just a little
quiet time alone this year.

Will, you can't spend Christmas
by yourself. That's horrible.

Look, um, Carl and I are having
a big Christmas Eve party.

Please at least stop by.
Well, thanks, Emma.

That's very sweet
of you guys, but...

l-I think it's best if we just
keep things separate for a while.

Yeah. Okay.

Okay, educators, gather round.
It's time to pick your Secret Santa.

Everybody's name
is in the tub.

You get who you get,
and you don't get upset, all right?

There.

Last year, I left my stocking up
over Christmas vacation,

and an entire family of mice
started living in it.

Their Christmas gift
to each other was rabies.

I told my parents that I only want
one thing for Christmas this year...

stop friend-requesting me
on Facebook.

What are you
asking Santa for?

I'm sorry?
Artie,

the roads to the North Pole
are getting treacherous.

You need to write your letter
to Santa really fast
and get it in the mail today.

And remember,
even the smallest envelope
is heavy for an elf.

No way.

We're on the Island of Misfit Toys

Here we don't wanna stay

We wanna travel with Santa Claus

In his magic sleigh

A pack full of toys
means a sack full of joys

For millions of girls
and for millions of boys

When Christmas Day is here

The most wonderful day of the year

A jack-in-the-box
waits for children to shout

Wake up
Don't you know that it's time to come out?

When Christmas Day is here

The most wonderful day of the year

Toys galore

Scattered on the floor

There's no room for more

And it's all because of Santa Claus

A scooter for Jimmy

A dolly for Sue

The kind that will even say

How do you do?

When Christmas Day is here

The most wonderful day of the year

How would you like to be
a spotted elephant?

Or a choo-choo
with square wheels
on your caboose?

Or a water pistol
that shoots... jelly?

We're all misfits!

If we're on the Island
of Unwanted Toys

We'll miss all the fun
with the girls and the boys

When Christmas Day is here

The most wonderful, wonderful

Wonderful, wonderful

Wonderful day of the year

Hey, guys. What's this?

We're trying to get
into the Christmas spirit,
Mr. Schue.

Christmas is totally my favorite holiday.
And check out this awesome tree.

I found it on the side
of the road.

- It must have fell off some guy's car.
- And the ornaments?

The guy who lives next door
finally killed off his elderly mother.

When they carted him off,
they left the house wide open.

- I think she was a holiday hoarder.
- Uh... And the presents?

I lifted them from a display at the mall.
But don't worry. They're empty.

Guys, I appreciate the effort,
but this isn't what Christmas
is supposed to be like.

For us it is. This tree is like
a mascot for Glee Club.

We won sectionals
two years in a row,

and according to everyone
at this school, we still suck.

Ho, ho, ho, losers!
Ha-ha!

I'm pretty sure they just added
food coloring to real slush
from the parking lot.

- You can eat that,
you know.
- No.

I am not gonna let you guys
throw yourselves a pity party.

Look, I'm the first one to say...

that things haven't turned out
exactly how I would have
liked them to this year.

But Christmas is all about
being grateful for the things that did.

- I thought that was Thanksgiving.
- And this year...

Glee Club is gonna lend a hand...

to the McKinney-Vento Homeless Children
and Youth Program right here in Lima.

- How are we gonna do that?
- The only way we know how.

By singing about it.

We're gonna go classroom
to classroom, caroling,
to raise money for McKinney-Vento.

Wait. Classrooms in this school
with students in them?

Well, if there are
no students in them,

there will be no one to put money
in the collection box while we sing.

We're gonna be killed.
No, guys, it's Christmas,
a time for miracles.

We gotta try this.

Finn's right.

So let's start rehearsing.

This year, Glee Club's
going full Santa.

Haul out the holly

Put up the tree
before my spirit falls again

Fill up the stocking

I may be rushing things,
but deck the halls again

- Now
- You suck!

- Who goes caroling with a band?
- I'd seriously rather be learning.

For we need a little Christmas

- You're making me hate Christmas!
- Right this very minute

Candles in the window

- Yeah, that's right. Leave!
- Go, go, go!

- I hate you!
- Go, go, go!

I can't believe that
that teacher let those students
speak to us like that.

- I can't believe she threw her shoe at us.
- I guess we're done caroling.

No, we're not.

Guys, we can't let
what just happened
ruin our Christmas spirit.

Mr. Schue got us
this beautiful tree to inspire us.

We're gonna practice now
and gear up
for round two tomorrow.

Pretty soon,
no one will bully us.

Santa Claus can do anything,

and this year
I asked for the Glee Club
to stop getting picked on.

- She's kidding, right?
- Guys, this is serious. Listen up.

- Brittany still believes in Santa Claus.

- You cannot be serious.
- Last week, Brittany believed
a comb had magic powers.

- This is kind of a pattern.
- She's gonna find out sooner or later.

Would you mind meeting me
at the auditorium tomorrow at 4:00?

- Sure.
- Okay. Somebody needs
to break the news to her.

Don't look at me. I'm cruel and all,
but that's just hard-core.

Right? That's my point.
Hear me out.

Remember when you were a kid,
how excited you would get...

when you would think
about Santa Claus,
how awesome it was?

Christmas was
the highlight of the year.

Why wouldn't you wanna keep
someone's world magical
for a little while longer?

- How?
- I've got it all figured out.

-
- Can I be honest?

I don't understand the difference
between an elf and a slave.

Whoo-whoo!

I'm not sitting on that guy's lap.

Santas' laps are
always really warm,
and it's creepy.

We all have
to sit on Santa's lap.

If Brittany sees
that we all still believe,

it'll make her strong enough
to withstand all the Santa naysayers
in the world.

Which is everyone
over the age of six.

I'm pretty sure this isn't gonna work.
That guy doesn't even look like Santa.

Trust me. All Brittany's
gonna see is the suit.

She wants
to believe in him.

Mercedes, get up there.

Go, Mercedes.
Go, Mercedes. Go.

I've been
a very good girl, Santa.

I want a pony and a doll
that laughs and cries and...

One of us smells like McDonald's.

I would like Puckerman to love me.
He's a fox.

I would also like
sweet potato fries.

I want bling.
I can't be any more specific than that.

Okay, wait. Hold up.
Please tell me that is
a roll of Certs in your pocket.

- Do you have anything for stretch marks?
- ChapStick. Lots of ChapStick.

- I want Channing Tatum
to stop being in stuff.

When does Asian Santa arrive?

Next.

Just know, you have rights.

Ho, ho, ho.

What's your name?
Brittany.

You've gotten really tan.

That's because
at the North Pole,
there's a hole in the ozone.

You're amazing.

I know you're really busy,
so I only want one thing for Christmas.

Do you see
my boyfriend over there?

For Christmas,
I want him to be able to walk.

You can do that, can't you, Santa?

Sure.

- I'm on it.
- Thank you so much, Santa.

Now we're screwed.

Now, remember,
it has to be lush
and romantic.

Why?

Because I'm very specific
when I give a gift.

You don't know how many kittens
I've given away because they
haven't been just right.

So, do you like
my winter wonderland?

Well, I don't really like
artificial Christmas trees.

I like real ones.
They smell amazing.
That's kind of the whole point.

Right.

Anyway,

merry Christmas.

Being a Jew, I generally
don't give Christmas gifts,

but considering how much
you care about the holiday,
I figured I'd make an exception.

Just read it. It's a note.

"The bearer of this note
is entitled to one song
of Rachel Berry's choosing...

sung to him or her with love."

At least it's not a kitten.

- Come sit.
- I don't think so.

I know what
you're trying to do,
and it's not gonna work.

Not letting me apologize isn't fair.
I've let you apologize plenty.

And I know
that Christmas is supposed
to be about forgiveness, but...

I'm not ready to forgive you,
so please, stop trying to make me.

Should we, like, leave?

No.

Whether it's a heart attack
or a heartbreak,

just like on Broadway,
the... show must go on.

Besides, the A.V. Club
worked so hard on the snow.

Greeting cards have all been sent

The Christmas rush is through

But I still have one wish to make

A special one for you

Merry Christmas, darling

We're apart, that's true

But I can dream and in my dreams

I'm Christmasing with you

Holidays are joyful

There's always
something new

But every day's a holiday

When I'm near to you

Oh, the lights on my tree

I wish you could see

- I wish it every day
- Ah, ah, ah

The logs on the fire

Fill me with desire

To see you and to say

That I wish you merry Christmas

Merry Christmas, darling

Happy New Year too

I've just one wish
on this Christmas Eve

On this Christmas Eve

I wish I were with you

I wish I were

With

Y ou

Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

Darling

Darling

- Hey.
- You scared me.

Good, because
I'm actually Marley's ghost,

and I'm here to tell you
to stop studying so hard.

What's with the boom box?

I need you to sing with me.
Well, rehearse with me.

I got a gig singing
"Baby, It's Cold Outside"...

in the Kings Island
Christmas Spectacular.

Ah, a personal favorite.
Too bad they'd never
let us sing it together.

I mean, as two artists.

Hmm. So, you gonna
help me out here?

Anything to get me to stop
reading about Charlemagne.

Very good then.

I really can't stay
But, baby, it's cold outside

- I've got to go away
- But, baby, it's cold outside

This evening has been
Been hoping that you'd drop in

So very nice

I'll hold your hands
They're just like ice

My mother will start to worry

Beautiful,
what's your hurry?

My father will be pacing the floor

Listen to the fireplace roar

So really I'd better scurry

Beautiful
Please don't hurry

But maybe just half a drink more

Put some records on
while I pour

The neighbors might faint
Baby, it's bad out there

- Say, what's in this drink
- No cabs to be had out there

I wish I knew how
Your eyes are
like starlight now

To break this spell

I'll take your hat
Your hair looks swell

I ought to say
No, no, no, sir

Mind if I move in closer?

At least I'm gonna say
that I tried

What's the sense
in hurtin' my pride?

I really can't stay
Baby, don't hold out

Baby, it's cold outside
Oh, but it's cold outside

I've gotta get home
But, baby, you'd freeze out there

Say, lend me your coat
It's up to your knees
out there

- You've really been grand
- I thrill when you touch my hand

But don't you see?

How can you do this thing to me?

There's bound
to be talk tomorrow

Think of my lifelong sorrow

At least there
will be plenty implied

If you got pneumonia and died

I really can't stay
Get over that holdout

Oh, baby
Oh, but it's cold

Outside

I think you're ready.

Well, for the record,

you are much better
than that girl's gonna be.

Hey.

Mr. Schuester.

Oh, good to see you, Kurt.

Someone special?

No, he's just a friend.

But on the upside,
I'm in love with him,
and he's actually gay.

I call that progress.

How you doing?

Classes are harder,
but the kids are kinder.

But I miss you guys
a lot though.
What brings you here?

Are you looking for teaching
at a place where pencils
aren't primarily used as weapons?

Actually,
I need some holiday help.

I don't know if you know this,
but I am really bad
at Christmas shopping.

Oh, honey, just what I wanted.
Jumper cables.

This year I drew Sue
in the office pool Secret Santa.

And I tell ya,
I can't think of anything good.

And you are so great
at shopping, I thought I'd...

I have the perfect idea.

I think I can tell
who wrapped that.

Who's it for?
Oh. Sue.

I drew her
as my Secret Santa.

Wait a minute.
That's not possible.
Sue's my Secret Santa.

No, Sue's
my Secret Santa.

I'm everybody's
Secret Santa.

Yeah, you can just
drop those wherever.

You rigged Secret Santa?
How? It was my idea.

You're not the only person
at this school who consumes
protein powder by the tubful.

Remember when I told you
I was taking all those science textbooks...

to an exorcist?

Well, that's
what we call a diversion.

You filled your tub
with your name only.

You're a regular Agatha Christie,
except even more sexless.

See, people, I hate Christmas,
but I love presents.

Look at this. It's a track suit,
with a fur-lined hood,
for the winter months.

- Thanks, fella.
- That was Kurt's idea.

Ah, ah, ah, William.
These gifts are legally mine.

You may or not
be aware of this,

but I'm an honorary officer
of the Lima Police Department.

And if you take my property
out of my office,

I will pick up that phone
and have you arrested for theft.

We are not gonna
let you steal Christmas.

- You're not gonna get away with this.
- I think I already have.

William, Elmo, you,
get the hell out of my office.

I just gotta say, this is
a really expensive blender.

It's top-of-the-line.

At ease, Becky.

I'm gonna
stop you right there.

Why are you wearing that hat?
Because it's Christmas
and it's fun.

No, it's offensive.
You're wearing
a Santa Claus hat.

Yet you're handing me
no gifts. I need gifts.

You want my hat?
It's a start.

Coach, we've got a problem.

Thanks, guys.
Those go under the tree
in the choir room.

Plop it down there.
Thank you.

Can you believe it?
Six different people
got Sue a Shake Weight.

Becky, go into the glove box
of my Le Car
and bring me my tear gas.

Then get me Gloria Allred.

Merry Christmas, Sue.

As you can see,
we're repo'ing your gifts.

Most can't be returned
since you inexplicably
opened all of them.

And I licked each one
so no one would touch them.

So the staff has agreed
to donate them to the homeless
kids at McKinney-Vento.

What is
your problem anyway?

Were you one of those kids
who never got presents
at Christmas?

Yes, Dr. Laura, as a matter of fact, I was,
and I'm making up for it now.

- Face it, Sue. We won.
- This will not stand.

I have legal rights to those gifts.

You know what, Sue? You don't.
I checked with Human Resources.

And because you
misrepresented yourself,

it is within our legal right
to take back these gifts.

Ho, ho, ho.

You know what you are, Sue?
You're a grinch.

Are you guys punking me?
I thought we were cool
after you sang me that song.

- This is serious, Coach.
- Remember when you were a kid...

the way you felt
when you came downstairs
on Christmas morning...

and seeing that Santa had come?

I do love Santa Claus.

One year I asked him
for a full set of free weights.

Kept asking my dad, "How did
Santa get those 75-pound
dumbbells down the chimney?"

Should've suspected something
when Dad was in traction
until the end of January.

- You've got the perfect Santa body type.
- Watch it, Puckerman.

We rented the suit.
All you need to do is put it on.

Just tell her that you can't give her
the gift of me walking this year.

That seems so harsh
and not at all like Santa.

She asked Santa for the impossible...
me walking again.

If Christmas morning comes around
and I'm not dancing
in Glee Club rehearsal...

with no personal explanation
from her idol,

she's gonna lose faith in old St. Nick,
and we can't have that.

Tell her the elves
are working on it.

Elves have awesome cord blood
for stem cell research,

but these advances
are a few years away.

- Okay.
- Great.

- Then we need you
to break into her house.
- What? N-No way.

The back door will be open.
I talked to her parents.

They really want her
to believe too.

Look, Coach. The janitor staff
got you hideous gloves.

Give me those.

They'll come in handy.
No fingerprints.

Suit up, Becky.

I don't understand
why we have to dress up, Coach.

Well, this way,
if anyone sees us,

we'll have
plausible deniability.

I repeat:
You are a rein-dog.

Trust me. They're real.

How am I looking?
Fantastic, Coach.

You know, Becky,
my mastery of camouflage
is the only thing...

that kept me from being court-martialed
after that My Lai misunderstanding.

Copy that.

Now, let's go get
what is rightfully mine.

Schuester thinks I'm a grinch.
That's exactly what he's gonna get.

You're a mean one

Sue the grinch

You really are a heel

You're as cuddly as a cactus

You're as charming as an eel

Sue the grinch

You're a bad banana with a

A greasy black peel

You're a monster

Sue the grinch

Your heart's an empty hole

Your brain is full of spiders

You've got garlic in your soul

Sue the grinch

I wouldn't touch you

With a 39-and-a-half foot pole

You're a foul one

Sue the grinch

You're a nasty, wasty skunk

Your heart is full of unwashed socks

Your soul is full of gunk

Sue the grinch

Becky, load it up.

Santa?

Why, Brittany,
what are you doing here?

I'm bringing a gift
to put under the tree
for the homeless kids.

It's a dollhouse. At least
their dolls won't be homeless.

What are you doing, Santa?

Well, you see, Brittany,
uh, one of the lights
on the tree isn't working.

So I'm bringing it back home
to my workshop,

and I'll fix it up there,
and I'll bring it back here.

Oh!

Shuffle on home.

-
- They took everything.

Including of all Sue's Secret
Santa gifts we were gonna
give to the homeless kids.

Only further proof
that everyone in this school
hates us no matter what we do.

It's not the school.
It's Sue.

- She did this.
- It wasn't Sue. It was Santa.

A light was out in the tree.
He'd fix everything.
We need to let him do his thing.

O-kay.

Are you sure Santa was a boy
and not a girl, Brittany?

I swear on my life. Santa's a boy.
Everybody knows that.

It was probably
one of the boys on the football team.

I guess it wasn't Sue.

So our tree is gone.
So our presents are missing.

Santa's probably fixing
any dents or chips
as we speak.

All around the world today,

way worse things have
happened to people than this.

Sorry, but I'm not gonna
let this get us down.

- 'Tis the season.
- I agree.

Come on, guys.
Let's clean this up.

Come on.

Finn. You and I are
the leaders of this club.

We need to fix this.

We have to put everything
that's happened behind us...

and save Christmas
for the Glee Club.

I wanna make this right.

You smell kind of funny.

Oh. I, um...

I put this on for the car ride over.

I know how much you love
the smell of Christmas pine,

but I guess I don't really need it
now that we have the real thing, so...

It's so cold out.
It's cuddle weather.

It's unseasonably warm
actually for this time
of year, but, uh...

I just- I really wanted
to come here with you.

The Christmas tree is
the foundation of Christmas.

It's the hearth
of the Christmas home.

Without it, there wouldn't
be anywhere to hang the ornaments
or put the presents under.

Yeah. Whenever we put the tree up,
I always knew Christmas was really here.

This thing's too small, but, uh...

I love this song.

It's my favorite Christmas song.
It's Wham!

Yeah. Yeah. Cool.

Um,

I'm gonna look down
this row of Fraser first.

Maybe you could
check out the Douglases,
and I'll meet you at the end.

Okay.

Last Christmas I gave you my heart

But the very next day
you gave it away

This year, to save me from tears

I'll give it to someone special

Once bitten and twice shy

I keep my distance
But you still catch my eye

Tell me, baby,
do you recognize me
Oh-oh

Well, it's been a year
It doesn't surprise me

Happy Christmas.

I wrapped it up and sent it

With a note saying I love you
I meant it

Now I know
what a fool I've been

But if you kissed me now
I know you'd fool me again

Last Christmas I gave you my heart

And the very next day
you gave it away
Gave it away

This year, to save me from tears

- I'll give it to someone special
- Oh, oh

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
Oh, oh

But the very next day
You gave me away

This year, to save me from tears
Oh

I'll give it to someone special
I'll give it to someone

Special

Last year for Christmas,
I asked Santa to give me you.

It's not last year anymore.
It's Christmas, Finn.

It's time for you to forgive me.
No, I can't.

Okay? This is wrong.
I shouldn't have
brought you here.

You messed me up, Rachel.

Can't you see
how screwed up I am about this?

I've had two girlfriends,
and both of them
have cheated on me.

Maybe you can ask Santa again
for me next year.

I'm officially
breaking up with you.

- This was my dad's.

He'd want you to do it... for those kids.

This was my uncle's.

It's the first thing I ever stole actually.

I'm gonna look terrible.
Shut up.

With your bone structure, you could rock
the Rosemary's Baby look
and still look good.

I'm gonna look like Jackie Chan.

If Barbra can pull off a bob, so can I.

Enough yapping.
Let's do this.

Whoa!
What are you guys doing?

We're going all "Gift of the Magi"
to raise money...

to buy homeless kids
those school supplies.

The guys are gonna sell their watches,
and the girls are gonna sell off their hair.

- You can't do that.
- No, it's cool.
Most of this isn't mine anyway.

I mean, that's not the answer.
There are other ways to raise money
at Christmastime.

No, but we tried caroling,
and it didn't work.

Wait. I thought you and Finn
were getting us a new tree.

We went, but Finn bailed
before we could get one.

Nice Christmas spirit, Finn.

Wait. Guys,
no more fighting.

Have any of you ever
actually read "Gift of the Magi"?

- None of you?

You don't have to read "Gift of the Magi."
Everybody knows what it's about.

Well, if you actually read it,
you'd know what it's about.

Yeah, I know
what it's about-
life freaking sucks.

Actually, you're right.

The first Christmas
you remember having is
the greatest day of your life.

Your family's all together.
There are loads
of presents, cookies.

The magic is alive and well.

But before you know it,
you grow up.

Work and school
and girlfriends take over,

and Christmas becomes
more of an obligation.

A reminder of what's lost
instead of what's possible.

And all the trees and the presents
and even the mistletoe
can't change that.

And then when you
get to my age,

you're so desperate
to get that magic back,

you'd do anything to be able
to feel how you did
that first Christmas.

So, what should we do?

Put your scissors down.
Put your watches back on.

We're gonna go out and find
some people who really need
some Christmas spirit.

And we are gonna sing for them.

Get a good night's rest, Ken.
You're gonna need it.

Barbie took the early flight from Tampa.

Santa?

But it's too early.

Well, you know
what they say.

Early's late if you
make tomorrow yesterday.

Awesome.

You know, Brittany,

I was in the neighborhood
doing a dry run.

I have so many houses
to visit on Christmas Eve,

I gotta make sure
it goes off without a hitch.

How about you come sit
with old Santy?

Okay. How about you
sit next to Santy instead?

Santy's just a little stinky.

He needs a good ol' sponge bath
from Mrs. Claus.

Brittany, do you remember
what you asked me for
for Christmas?

Yeah. I asked for Artie
to be able to walk.

Is there anything else that you want?
Like anything?

No.

Well, see, Santa's trying his best,
but that one's a little hard.

But you're magic.

Sometimes what Santa
wants to give a good girl
like you is patience.

Because, believe it or not,
there are even some things
that he can't manage.

You know, there was a girl,
a little younger than you,

and she was a little husky.

She was always asking Santy
for the same thing...

to make her look more
like the other girls.

She wasn't asking
to be pretty or nothing.

But she just didn't
wanna stick out so much.

Santa just couldn't do it.

So instead Santa
gave her patience.

And later on,
that girl was glad...

that Santy didn't give her
what she'd asked him for.

She... She put being husky
to good use.

Was her name Ricki Lake?

The point is,

I don't think I'm gonna be able
to give you what you're asking for,

even though I'd like to.

But, Santa...
I'm sorry, punkin.

It's... It's just
not gonna happen.

Aren't you gonna go up
the chimney?

On... On dry runs, Santy uses the Isuzu.

What's going on?
I think I've lost the Christmas spirit.

It's Santa.
I don't know if I can tell you.

I used to believe
that Santa could do anything.

If Santa isn't magical,
I don't even know
if I wanna believe anymore.

It isn't fair that you can't walk, Artie.
I feel so terrible.

Hey.

Look at me. I'm fine.

Hey, guys. We need you
in the teachers' lounge.

Mr. Schue.

Brittany's not feeling so good.
Santa thing.

If you don't mind,
I think I'm gonna take her home,
make sure she's okay.

Good idea.
We'll make do without you.

Okay.

Hey. Uh, so we're
your students.

All year long you suffer
through dealing with us.

I imagine having some of us
in your classes...

would slowly chip away
at your hopes and dreams...

until the whole world just felt like
a never-ending nightmare of pain.

- Get to the point, Finn.
- Right.

Uh, anyway, we're here today
to help raise money for children...

that have a lot less than we do.

And I know some of us
have had a hard Christmas.

But what we've come to learn
is that no matter
how tough things get,

there isn't anything
that more Santa or a couple
more jingle bells can't cure.

Well, Becky, we did it.

We got all my presents back.

And as satisfying as it is
to have been gifted
enough rotisserie ovens...

to roast an entire hobo,

for me the real joy of Christmas...

was breaking the collective heart
of the Glee Club.

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- What's that, Coach?
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Fahoo fores
Dahoo dores

Welcome Christmas
Come this way

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Welcome Christmas
Christmas Day

Welcome, welcome
Fahoo ramus

Welcome, welcome
Dahoo damus

Christmas Day is in our grasp

So long as we have hands to clasp

Fahoo fores
Dahoo dores

Welcome Christmas
Bring your cheer

Fahoo fores
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Welcome all who's far and near

Welcome Christmas
Fahoo ramus

Welcome Christmas
Dahoo damus

Christmastime will always be

Just as long as we have Glee

Fahoo fores
Dahoo dores

Welcome Christmas
Bring your light

Christmas came anyway, Coach.

It's beautiful.

It is.

So, how much did we raise?

210 bucks.
And that's after my cut.

I'm kidding.

Now that you're divorced
and Miss Pillsbury
married another guy,

I guess you'll be spending
Christmas Eve alone.

Yes, Rachel, I am.

Well, I know how painful
being alone can feel.

So if you want,
come over to my house.

We're gonna eat Chinese
and watch The Main Event.

Thanks, Rachel.
I think I'm gonna pass.

Nothing wrong
with being alone.

Artie.

Oh, my God!

It's called a ReWalk.
Some guy in Israel
invented it.

I can't use it
all the time, but...

Check me out.

Where did you get it?

We went home,
and it was sitting under my Christmas tree.

How the hell
did you afford that thing?

I didn't buy it.
I didn't know what it was.
I thought it was a Transformer.

I assumed her dad got it for me,
but he has no idea
where it came from.

He went to take a long poop,
and when he came back, it was there.

So if no one we know
bought it for you, then...

Santa brought it.

Santa.

A real
Christmas miracle.

Hey, Will.

How-How did you get in here?
I had a key made ages ago.

How do you like your tree?

Uh, it's... it's... it's beautiful.

What's going on?
What's with all the presents?

Well, you remember
that old meanie who stole
all that stuff out of the choir room?

Well, she's sorry.

Really?

And what made her change
her mind?

I don't know.
Call it a Christmas miracle,
and we'll leave it at that.

Now, I know a lot of these gifts
are for orphans or something,

but, uh, I got you
something special.

It's okay.
It's not gonna explode.

I thought you might
wanna put all of us
out of our misery...

and shave off that Chia Pet.

Thanks, Sue.

The tree really does look great.
Well, Santa had some helpers.

No one should be alone
on Christmas Eve,
Mr. Schuester.

Too much talking, lady,
and not enough trimming.

Come on. Let's get
some Christmas up in here.

I thought you
hated the holidays.

No, I just hate you.

Maybe we should
just throw popcorn
on the tree as decoration.

Merry Christmas, Sue.

Merry Christmas, Will.

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