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Remember that story about Cindy you know who?

When her Christmas was stolen, she knew what to do.

- Why, Santa Claus? Why.

She killed him with kindness

and surprisiest of surprises.

- I forgive you.

That one simple kiss

made his heart grow three sizes.

They loved their Christmas, those folks down in town.

But what if I said, that's not how it went down?

- Why, Santa Claus? Why?

Our tale starts just the same

coming out of the gate,

but this time we're adding just one twist of fate.

- Honey?

Oh! Get away from my daughter!

- Mommy, no!

- Cindy, get back! He's a monster!

The deed had been done and now it's too late,

and that one alteration turned love into hate.

Monster!

A monster was loose, both hated and hater.

Now let's find our Cindy, nearly 20 years later.

♪ Four calling birds ♪

♪ Three French hens, two turtles doves ♪

♪ And a partridge in a pear tree. ♪

- Ah, that was better,

yet, still a little pitchy.

You gonna be okay? 'Cause we can turn around right now.

- No. Dr. Brink thinks I need to do this.

Maybe finally get some closure.

- Oh, library.

Used to spend a lot of time in there.

Glocks's gym. Ah, so you can keep up with your workouts.

Think they even had batting cages.

Oh, Ponto's Pizza Pub went outta business.

I don't know.

- Were we speeding?

- I don't think so.

- Afternoon, folks.

Ma'am.

- Ma'am? Did he just ma'am me?

- Oh, ho, ho, you do not wanna ma'am her.

- Oh, no, of course not.

No, I, I meant, I meant miss,

'cause, you know, I'm not stupid.

- None of the best people are. I'm Cindy.

- Problem?

- Uh, nose and the antlers.

We don't allow those kinds of car decorations

within the city limits.

- What? Why?

- They say it reduces collisions. Less distracting.

- Is that for real?

- That's what they tell me.

I just transferred in a few weeks ago,

but the sheriff is adamant and it is town law.

So, you folks just passing through or you gonna stay?

- Just through the holidays.

Finally gonna sell the family house.

- The therapist thinks it's time.

- Dad!

- And get some closure. - Oh, my God.

Shut up or shoot me now.

- PTSD.

- If I kill him, will you be a character witness for me?

- Let's just try to get through the holidays

with no dead bodies.

Gonna let you off with a warning,

but if you folks decide to stay in town, lose Rudolph.

Sir.

Ma'am,

um, miss. Cindy.

Nice one, Burke.

- He's cute. - Oh, my God.

- It's okay. It's okay.

We can go to a hotel.

- No, no. I've gotta face these memories sometime.

I can do this.

Let's stay, let's stay.

- Okay. Well, let's get some sleep.

And then tomorrow,

we are gonna get some Christmas spirit in here.

Okay?

Cindy!?

You see the monster again?

- There's no such thing as monsters, Dad.

No such thing.

Awash in the memories she left far behind,

Cindy was determined to stay inside her mind.

- Come on out and vote for a brighter tomorrow.

- Good morning, ma'am, miss, um, Cindy. Hi.

- Hey.

- Where's your dad?

- Oh, he is off buying every Christmas decoration

he can find.

Sheriff Hooper.

- You, uh, you remember me?

- Yeah, I remember you.

- This is who you saw hurt Mommy?

He was green like this.

We found this outside.

Whoever did this must have dropped it.

Can you

redraw

the man

you saw?

Because you are a big brave girl.

And big brave girls know that monsters aren't real.

Can I hear you say it?

I need to hear you say it, sweetie.

- Monsters aren't real.

- That's my brave girl.

- Did you ever find the Christmas Killer?

- Never got a reliable description of the man.

It still haunts me.

- Oh, my God. What happened to this town?

You know they don't sell any Christmas decorations anywhere?

- What? Why?

- They said nobody buys 'em.

- There's no decorations anywhere?

- People in this town, just not that into 'em.

Do you put up decorations?

- Oh, I light the candles eight nights a year.

- You're Jewish.

- Was it the nose?

In Newville I fit right in.

- Come on, kiddo.

Sheriff.

- Deputy.

- Miss, um, Cindy.

- Oh, that poor girl.

Her mother was killed and her mind snapped.

I heard she spent some time in a hospital.

- Really?

- Breaks your heart.

- You've gotta up your game, son.

- I know.

I know.

- Here we go.

What do you say we make some nog, put up these lights,

and bring some cheer to this sleepy little town?

- Better. - Better.

- Keep up, keep up, keep up.

All right, are you good?

- Good. - Good.

- Go. - Here we go.

- Oh! - Yes!

- Nice.

You know what it's missing?

Hey!

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh. Oh!

Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas.

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,

- I got it.

Very funny, Dad.

Dad?

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Daddy! Daddy, please!

Daddy!

Please don't leave me.

Cindy's nightmares continued

about the blood and the beast.

If she hadn't lost her mind, she's misplaced it at least.

- Oh, I just went to take the trash out

and the door shut behind me.

- I need you to hold still, hon.

- Why are you doing this to me?

There's nothing wrong with me. He is out there.

I know what I saw, what I think I saw.

I mean, it was dark, but I'm pretty sure.

- So a Santa suit, the little hat, and green?

- Yes, yes. Just like before.

- Okay, I'm gonna get you something to help you calm down.

Just-

- No, I am not crazy. I am not.

Please don't think I'm crazy. Please.

- I don't. I don't.

- Hi, Allie.

- Hi, Margie.

- Are you ready for a brighter tomorrow?

How is she? - Poor girl.

I've seen grief, but this borders on psychosis.

- Hey, maybe we can get an artist on this.

Let everybody see what you saw.

It's gonna be okay.

- Cindy? I'm Mayor Margie McBean.

I am so, so sorry for your loss.

- Losses, plural.

That guy is still out there. What are you gonna do about it?

- Everything we can, of course.

Everything. Right, Deputy?

- Just trying to get an accurate description

so we can put out an APB.

- What if it's the same guy?

What if the Christmas Killer is back?

- Not again.

- No, not again.

It's the same one that killed my mother and my father.

Oh, God. What if it's coming for me?

What if it's coming for all of us?

- It's okay. - It's okay, sweetie.

- No, it's not okay! Are you insane?

What if it's coming to steal our Christmas?

Burke, you've gotta stop it, please.

You've gotta stop it-

- Cindy, it's okay. It's okay, You need to breathe.

Just breathe. It's okay.

You don't think, I mean, it can't be the...

- The Christmas Killer is back after 20 years?

- Yeah, I guess. It's just, she seems so certain.

- When the truth is too cruel,

it's easier to believe in fairy tales.

Even really grim ones.

- So what do we do?

- Our jobs.

The last of her love had been stolen away,

along with her Christmas that cold winter day.

- You didn't have to drive me home.

- Oh, it's all part of our service.

- Keys.

- Oh, hey, I gotcha. I gotcha.

Um, I gotcha this.

This is what I'm talking about gotcha-ing.

It's, um, homemade matzo ball soup.

- You made this?

- Proudly Jewish. You should try my rugelach.

- That would've been nice.

- Would've. That sounds future imperfect.

- I don't think I have a future here.

- You're leaving?

- No reason to stay now.

- None?

- Thank you for everything you did.

- It was nice to meet you.

- And you, Deputy Burke Goldman.

- Gotcha?

So stupid.

Gotcha.

- Madam Mayor, to what do I owe the-

- What are we gonna do about her?

- Let her grieve. She's in pain.

- And my heart breaks for her. I mean, can you even imagine?

But I am trying to build a brighter tomorrow,

and I can not do that if she keeps dredging up the past.

I mean, you remember what it was like.

- Surprised you do, it's been so long, I...

- You don't forget the day your home died.

I'm trying to breathe new life into this town.

- And you know CPR.

- Is this a joke to you?

- It's funny. Just not "ha ha."

- I'm telling you, this town can not go through

another Christmas Killer thing.

Not again.

A brighter tomorrow, right, Sheriff?

Right?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Okay, we're good.

Walter Mulberry?

Aww.

Hey, asshole!

- You're real.

You're real!

You're real!

You're real!

You're real!

You're real!

- It's okay now, try and stay calm.

- Where's Darrell? What happened to Darrell?

- The helicopter took him to Mercy General.

He's alive, right? He's okay?

- Um, I know this is hard,

but can you describe the man who attacked you?

- Not really. My glasses flew off.

I couldn't really see anything.

- But you saw the monster, right?

What?

- The monster that attacked you.

You, you can describe it, right?

- What's she talking about, a monster?

- I need you to step back.

- No, no, no. I know you saw it.

- There's a monster?

- Of course not.

- No, I know you saw him. You were right there.

Why won't you say what you saw?

Tell him about the creature.

Tell him. - Cindy!

Just need talk to you over here, please.

- Just- - Now.

Our Cindy was on fire, her brain was abuzz.

But fear took away reason, as it so often does.

- You are terrorizing that poor girl.

- No, I'm just trying to make her remember.

Look, look, look, look. I, I have proof.

- What is this?

Hellboy? Bigfoot?

- You can see it's a monster.

- Are all monsters born blurry? That can be anything.

- You need to pull your head out of-

- Easy! - The sand, Sheriff.

You've got two murders now.

- Those mountains are federal territory.

The feds will handle the investigation.

- So what? It's just not your problem?

- The people of this town are my problem.

I'm sworn to protect them, even from you.

- From me? What?

- You may not recall what happened when you left.

People were panicked by the Christmas Killer.

You ended Christmas with your crazy ravings about a monster.

- I am not crazy. - Glad to hear it.

- I know what I saw. I just saw it.

- I know you think you saw something.

But I can't risk my town on the word of a girl

with a history of mental illness.

No more talk about monsters.

- So are you gonna sit this one out too?

- He's right.

It's federal land. It's out of our jurisdiction.

Look, I wanna help, but-

- Then help.

I found this up there. There's a bunch of 'em.

- So?

- So who is Walter Mulberry

and why doesn't he need his wallet anymore?

- I'll see what I can do.

- She's putting up flyers, for God's sake.

Do your job.

♪ And a partridge in a pear tree ♪

- Merry fucking Christmas, asswipes!

- God, I hate Christmas.

- Ah, come here!

- Ah, you are not serious.

- Santa, bitches!

- I'm just gonna put my legs up.

Hey girl, I'll make you my ho, ho, ho.

- Listen up! The kitchen is closed.

The best I can do is drinks.

Iced tea only.

- I think I'll take an iced tea.

Hey!

- Oh.

Do you want your iced tea sweet?

- Oh, how about regular?

I got a feeling if you lick the ice cube,

it'll be sweet enough, boys.

- All right, I gotta pee.

- Sorry.

- Do I swipe left? Do I swipe right?

Left.

- What the fuck? Okay, I just wanted one fucking drink.

- Go, go, go, go, go!

- Eh.

Take it down.

- I'm not doing anything illegal.

- You're disturbing the peace, kiddo.

Take it down and go home.

- You've gotta be joking.

- I haven't had a sense of humor in decades.

- I'm just trying to help.

- I know, but you're not.

Go home or come with me.

- Our top story today, tragedy struck at the Crandle Diner.

The scene of a grizzly mass murder.

First responders are reeling

as body parts continue to be found.

The sole survivor, the diner's waitress, is still in shock.

We'll keep you updated as this story unfolds.

Cindy felt her blood turn to ice at the sight.

That's when she heard something go bump in the night.

- Ow!

- Who are you?

- The guy who just saved your life.

It run off.

You're gonna have to learn to hit harder than that.

You got anything to drink?

I had to keep an eye on you.

I knew when you came to town that that thing would be back.

I'm...

I'm so sorry

that that thing killed your parents.

- What thing?

- Well, you know.

You've seen it.

- Yeah, but what have I seen?

- You tell me.

- It's green in a santa suit

with claws.

Not human.

- Looks like this?

- What is it?

- The Gr- - Finch!

Order for Mike Finch!

- He goes by a lot of names,

but to me, he's just The Mean One.

- The Mean One.

- You ever wonder why nobody in this town

ever celebrates Christmas?

No lights.

No trees.

No songs.

♪ God rest ye merry ♪

♪ We three kings of Orient ♪

♪ Jingle bells ♪

Us folks down in Newville, we liked Christmas a lot.

But that thing that lives just north of Newville does not.

He hates everything about Christmas.

If he sees tinsel or, or hears a song

or, or smells chestnuts, he'll attack.

He'll attack and kill.

- But you've actually seen it?

- Same as you.

It's enough to drive you mad.

- I'm not crazy.

- You're as sane as me.

11 years ago,

my wife wanted to mail some presents

to our nephew in Florida, but we don't celebrate in town.

But these gifts were heading cross country.

She took those wrapped packages out of the car.

Never made it to the post office.

That thing cut her down in the parking lot.

He cut her in half.

I've been hunting it ever since.

He's slippery. He's elusive.

He's smart. He's so damn smart.

He's a mean one, that Mr.-

- Finch! Last call for Mike Finch!

- His heart

is an empty hole.

- Will you go to the station with me? Make a statement.

- Another one?

- Another?

- I've talked to your sheriff until I'm blue.

He won't listen to me.

- Oh, I think he'll listen this time.

- Nope.

- Are you out of your mind?

- I am exercising extreme patience

because of what you've been through,

but we're reaching the limit.

- But sir, she found another eyewitness.

- Thank you. Eyewitness.

- Doc, that old rum-soaked boozer's

got a liver the size of Wisconsin.

He sees Elvis and pink elephants.

You got a credible witness?

- Have you heard about the killings out at the diner?

Maybe somebody there saw something.

- That's out past I-96. That's state police territory.

- Oh, my God. Feds handle the mountains.

State police in the valley. What exactly do you do?

- I protect this town.

- Sir, I am not trying to do your job,

but I do think one of us should.

- Get out.

Now!

- Cindy.

I'm sorry, but he's right.

We don't have any jurisdiction out there.

- So you'll do nothing too?

- Wouldn't say that.

How about I head up to the mountain?

I'll let you know what I find.

- What the hell?

Shut up. Shut up!

Drop it! Drop the weapon!

- Let me go! - Do it now.

- Are you insane? Let me go.

- All right, take it easy.

- What the hell are you doing up here?

- Who are you?

- Mathias Zeus.

- Zeus? Like the God?

- Well, everybody calls me Doc.

It's getting dark. We gotta get outta here.

- Mathias! Hey, Mr.

Dr. Zeus, just wait.

I think that guy might have killed somebody.

- Guy. He still thinks it's a guy.

- Whoa. Hey, you got permits for these?

- You gotta get yourself a weapon, boy.

- What? Why?

- You have no idea what you're hunting up here, do you?

- No. Can you tell me?

- You wouldn't believe me.

You wanna see New Years?

Go home. Lock yourself in.

Don't light a candle. Don't sing a carol.

No boxes or toys or bags or noise.

- What are you hunting?

What's up here?

Hey, wait!

- There you go. - Thank you.

- So here's some of those wallets I found in the cave.

Gonna do some backtracking, see if anyone saw anything.

We'll find another witness.

- You believe me?

- I couldn't get a good look at him,

but I think something's going on here.

- Your boss thinks I'm whacked.

- You're a little too hard on him.

He's a small town sheriff, just the two of us.

We are not equipped for this level of bad.

He's a good man.

- Wow. You're a forgiving soul.

- I'm Jewish. It's in my blood.

- How's that working out for you historically?

- Well, you know, we still have our souls.

Better to forgive evil than become part of it.

- Yeah. Well, I'm not Jewish.

- Well, there's hope for you yet.

You already forgave me.

- I did?

Good for me. Do I know what for?

- You forgave me for passing off

store-bought matzo ball soup as homemade.

- You didn't? You schmuck.

I'm sorry. Can I say that?

- I'll forgive you.

- Why'd you do that?

- Because I wanted to impress you.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Well, I am impressed.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Nightmares made it hard to know

what's real and what's fake.

But Cindy found a mission now that she's fully awake.

- I'm gonna kill it.

You're gonna have to learn to hit harder than that.

- Hi. - Hi, good morning.

Great morning.

- You're in a good mood.

- I am. I really am.

Feels like a fog has been lifted.

For so long, I've been lost and confused,

but now, I don't know, all the doubts and worries are gone.

I feel great.

I know exactly what I need to do.

Ooh!

I'll take a dozen of those.

Excuse me? - Yeah.

- Oh, shit.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Damn it.

- License and registration, Doc.

- How you doing?

- Better than you. - Yeah.

- Here you go, buddy.

- Thanks, Charlie. Was starting to wonder.

What the hell?

Charlie, it's Don. You dropped off the wrong package.

I ordered bell peppers, not

jingle bells.

You better come and get this.

Sorry, we're closed.

I'm just closing up, but I'll wait for you.

Okay, see you in a bit.

- Don?

You here?

Come on, Sheriff, really is this-

- You know the way.

- Ridiculous. I just, I didn't do nothing.

- Oh, come on, Doc. Twice the legal limit?

- I'm trying to help you, Sheriff.

I'm trying to stop a monster.

- Me too, not letting you loose

with a shit ton of bullets 'til you dry out.

- It's all fallen apart, Sheriff, you know that.

- Yeah, I know.

- Can I have some snacks at least?

- Madam Mayor.

- Sheriff, what are you doing here?

- Going somewhere?

- Just heading up to Tahoe, see my sister for the holidays,

that's all. - Mhm.

- Just through the new year. - Hmm.

- What do you want, Sheriff?

- I wanna know if you did anything

that'll bite me in the ass if someone looks too closely.

- Who's looking?

- Trained eyes.

- Then get them to look elsewhere.

- Open to suggestions.

- I'm not your deputy anymore, Pete.

I can't do your job too.

God, nothing has changed.

- Everything has changed.

The hikers, the diner, Doc, now Cindy.

Truth is bound to see the light of day.

- Then extend the night.

If I burn, I'm pulling you into the pyre.

- Maybe it's because his head isn't screwed on quite right.

Maybe it's because his shoes are too tight.

Maybe his heart is two sizes too small.

Cindy, it's Burke.

- Come in.

- You are not gonna believe what I found.

I've started looking through all those wallets and IDs.

So look at this.

Look at that backpack.

These shoes, those are hiking boots.

Here, check this out.

Yosemite hiking pass, this one, so...

They're all hikers. Every single one of them.

- Okay? - Okay.

So I went on Facebook to look at photos,

and look at this.

He's here,

here,

and here.

All these people went missing

between Thanksgiving and Christmas.

He hates Christmas.

- These are all the last photos any of these people posted.

He's likely the last thing any of them ever saw.

- The Mean One.

- Sure, but why come here to hike?

So I Googled "hiking in Newville" and I found this.

This website's telling people to hike new mountains,

but they're blocking their IP address,

so I kept digging and digging,

and guess what I found?

This website is run by Mayor McBean.

She's been luring these people to their death.

- So let's go say hi.

- I went by her place. She's in the wind.

Car's gone. Place is locked up.

- So dead end.

- I put out word to highway patrol.

I mean, maybe we'll get lucky.

- Don't believe in luck.

The mayor's your problem. The monster's mine.

- Well, actually, Cindy,

I really think that something bigger is going on here.

What are you doing?

- Preparing.

To invade France?

Wait, you're not going after that thing, are you?

- What? No.

I am not gonna be a victim anymore.

- Come on, this is crazy.

- Don't call me that.

- I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.

- Then don't say it.

I'm not crazy.

For 20 years, they convinced me I was.

I was some freak.

Oh, and Frankenstein ate your granny too?

- Oh, actually, you know what?

Frankenstein wasn't the monster, he was the doc,

not relevant.

- Well, I finally know the truth.

I am not gonna be fooled anymore.

I am not gonna be patronized or lied to

or told it's all in my head.

I know what I saw

and I'm gonna kill it.

- I can't let you do this.

- Let me?

Let me.

I don't need your permission.

I haven't done anything illegal.

- This is becoming an obsession.

- No, it's justice.

You won't help?

- I won't help get you killed.

- Then what good are you?

- Please don't do this.

- Good luck on your investigation.

- You gotta find a way to forgive.

- After what he did?

- Then forgive yourself.

- I haven't done anything. - Not yet.

But all this hatred, all this vengeance?

Don't become him.

- Good luck on your investigation.

When leaving behind

both our fears and our sorrows,

remember, nights get real dark

before brighter tomorrows.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

No, no, no, no, no.

Stop, stop, stop.

- You can't keep me here, Sheriff. I'm sober.

- You haven't been sober in 20 years.

- 11. 11 years and four days.

- I'm sorry about Martha, Doc,

but you're staying put until Christmas.

- What are you trying to do here, Sheriff?

- Save the town, like always.

- Damn straight.

- No matter the cost.

I traced the address on the website.

- I thought that was very deep.

- I'm a trained investigator.

You and the mayor?

- Not at first.

I really thought it was a man.

Drifter that had moved on and it was over.

The next year, the killing started all over again.

Every December, new murders.

People vanishing every single year.

- Stephanie? Stephanie?

Oh, you in here?

I'm here to help.

Stephanie?

I'm here. Can, can you hear my voice?

I'm, can you come to me?

Stephanie?

Oh my...

Stephanie?

- Once I knew what it was, what it really was,

I tried to feed it.

The next year, he had the taste

for a different kind of meat.

I couldn't stop it.

- So you made a deal with the devil.

- Not me.

No, once she became mayor, Margie had a plan.

- You went along.

Let all those people up here.

- I took an oath to protect this town.

- People are dying.

- Not my people!

My people are safe!

I did that, me!

20 years, I kept the beast at bay.

How many lives have I saved?

A dozen? A hundred?

I got rid of the Christmas decorations

and the songs and the parties.

Me.

And when the mayor found out that thing needed to be fed,

we did what we had to do.

And the killing stopped.

- Except my Martha.

- Or Cindy's father.

- He hung up lights and tinsel.

May as well have painted a target on his back.

- You lied to her.

You made that poor girl think she'd lost her mind.

And you may have succeeded.

Where are you going?

- Hunting.

- You can't go up there at night.

- I have to, before she does.

- Sh, Sheriff, you gotta go after him.

- Not at night. You can't go there at night.

- You're gonna get that boy killed, Sheriff.

And that's on you.

- They're all on me, Doc.

- Damn you.

- Too late. Way too late.

The danger was rising

as the battle grew nearer,

but who's hunting who was becoming less and less clearer.

- Oh, ow, ow, ow.

- Doc? What are you doing?

- I came to warn you about that boyfriend of yours.

- Boyfriend? Who, Burke?

He's not my boyfriend. Who said he's my boyfriend?

Did he say that?

- Whoever he is, he went into the mountains.

- He what? Why would he do that?

- Why do you think, doof?

- That's so sweet.

- Yeah. Let's just see if he's still sweet tomorrow!

What, wait. Wait!

A little help.

- Oh.

Sorry.

- Mr. Mean One.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

- He's gonna get himself killed.

Do I wanna be in love with an idiot or a dead guy?

- He's gonna be all right,

as long as he doesn't do anything Christmasy.

♪ Dashing through the snow ♪

♪ Something about a sleigh ♪

♪ Oreos don't go ♪

♪ Laughing all the way ♪

♪ Bells on Bobby Bob ♪

♪ And Bobby Bobby Bob ♪

♪ Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel ♪

♪ I made it out of clay ♪

♪ And when it's dry and ready ♪

♪ With dreidel I shall ♪

He set a trap.

Oh shit, he set a trap.

Sir?

- Hey, not much time.

He gets scared, but he'll be back meaner than ever.

Come here, come on.

Watch it.

Keep moving, you're gonna make it.

- What are you doing?

- I took an oath to protect this town.

You're part of my town, son.

- No, no. Peter!

Fuck, ah!

Cindy!

I gotcha, come on.

- What are you doing here?

- What do you think?

♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪

♪ And a happy new ♪

- Wait, we have to help the sheriff.

- Go, go.

- Okay, come on, Sheriff.

We gotta go.

- It's okay, you can do it.

That is a lot of blood.

- Don't look. - Okay.

- Let's get you inside.

Easy.

- I did this.

This is my fault.

- I'm pretty sure it's not.

He smelled really different.

- Don't joke. - Ow!

- No, all of it.

I did this.

My mom died trying to protect me,

and then I drag my dad here

so I can be just, what, that much happier?

And then I, I get him killed.

- No.

- And I pushed and I pushed the sheriff and now he's gone,

and you...

You...

Everything I touch dies.

- I'm not dead.

- Yet.

- It's Christmas Eve.

This doesn't end tonight.

It starts all over again next year.

- It's gotta be you.

Go get him.

- Get him to the hospital.

- Yeah, what's your play?

- It's time to roast this beast.

While the folks down in Newville

were asleep in their beds,

the day had arrived for The Mean One

to get dead.

- Guess who?

With a gleam in his eye

and a trigger finger that itched,

the hunter proclaimed-

- Merry Christmas, you green bitch.

- You're a dead one, Mr.-

I'm fine.

- Come on, let's get you to the hospital.

- Get back. You're exposed out here.

- Where is he?

- He's slippery.

Get back to your safe zone.

Stick to the plan!

I'm fine, just, good, just,

Need to get my second wind, that's all.

- Yahoo doray, motherfucker!

- You, you kept it?

All this time?

Why, Santa Claus? Why?

What happened to you?

Mommy, no!

- Cindy, get back! He's a monster!

- Monster!

- I forgive you.

What?

We know that his heart

grew three sizes that day.

Justice is poetic when it happens that way.

- And now for our top story this evening,

Mean One mania is sweeping the nation.

After this image went viral

from the small town of Newville.

- And did you see this photo?

This looks like it's gonna be my best friend.

- Newville is on fire.

- My phone has been blowing up.

- I don't know about this Newville monster video, y'all.

- Dressed as Santa Claus?

- Some people are saying it's a hoax, Christmas stunt.

- Is it real? Is it fake?

Like some Bigfoot in the snow?

- I mean, it looked like a monster to me.

Who else saw The Mean One? Say yeah.

Yeah!

- This is another government conspiracy

to distract us so they can raise our taxes.

- Now I'm from the country, y'all.

I have no problem going out in the woods

to try and find this guy.

- I wanna go check it out for myself.

- Head out into those mountains. Get me your photos.

- Stick with me, I'm gonna have updates for you

because I'm going to Newville, y'all.

- Move over Bigfoot, there's a new monster in town.

With the danger behind them,

the town found new life.

People found joy in both tinsel and lights.

It came with boxes and ribbons and toys

with tinsel and garland and new yuletide joys.

For the town filled with tourists

carrying cameras and guns

as folks hiked the mountains

in search of The Mean One.

The beast had been slain and some wrongs became right

because Christmas returned almost overnight.

- Not too shabby. - Oh!

- I guess you brought some Christmas cheer

to this sleepy, little town.

Ah!

Be my guest.

Smooth, huh?

- Hey, a little festive cheer for you.

Yahoo, whatever.

- So, gotta get back to the station, Sheriff?

People are really coming here to hike.

- People like a good scare.

- People are weird.

Do they even believe in him?

- It's Christmas, people believe in all sorts of stuff.

But it's good business for the town.

Guess we get a brighter tomorrow after all.

- Because of a monster.

- Ah, they'll never find him.

- Feds took everything?

- Body, photos, every last shred of evidence.

- So people will never know what happened here.

- Nope.

- Did they tell you anything?

- Cause of death.

Heart exploded.

- Not a very happy ending.

- Yeah, but I bet there's a parallel universe somewhere

where this story's a lot more fun.

- Wish we were in that one.

- High hopes for happily ever after in this one?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Merry Christmas. - Happy Hanukkah.

Yahoo doray.

And so ends our story with holiday cheer

and they all lived happily ever after.

Well, at least 'til next year.

♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy night ♪

♪ All is calm ♪

♪ And all is bright ♪

♪ Round yon virgin ♪

♪ Mother and child ♪

♪ Holy infant so tender and mild ♪

♪ Sleep in heavenly peace ♪

♪ Sleep in heavenly peace ♪

♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy night ♪

♪ All is calm, calm ♪

♪ And all is bright ♪

♪ Round yon virgin mother and child, mother and child ♪

♪ Holy infant, so tender and mild ♪

♪ Tender and mild ♪

♪ Sleep in heavenly peace ♪

- Hi everyone, Merry Christmas!

My box of assorted Christmas decorations just arrived.

Got a little delayed, but I can't wait to see what's inside.

Come check check it out with me.