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♪ It seems today that all you see ♪

♪ Is violence in movies and sex on TV ♪

♪ But where are those good old-fashioned values ♪

♪ On which we used to rely? ♪

♪ Lucky there's a family guy ♪

♪ Lucky there's a man who positively can do ♪

♪ All the things that make us ♪

♪ Laugh and cry ♪

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♪ ♪

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for happy American Christmas and time of wonder.

I must.

Have. That. Toy.

What, are you serious?

Of course I'm serious, I'm a child

and I just saw a commercial!

Or maybe you don't want me to have

a happy American Christmas.

Of course I do. But do you really not

see that you're crassly manifesting

the very consumerism on which Christmas is built?

Chris, can you please put the dog out?

Yes, sir!

Thank you, Chris.

Hey!

It's very cold out here.

Okay, everyone, time to leave for the traditional

town tree lighting ceremony.

What's happening now? I can't hear her.

Sweet. Tree lighting.

Guess that means it's showtime.

Wait, what is this?

Oh, nothing.

Just my own tradition

of putting four dozen hard-boiled eggs

in a Kroger bag and passing them out at the tree lighting.

Okay, we get it, Meg, you're dark and different.

Wow, Meg really is dark and different.

Yeah, they call me "Meg the Egg."

'Cause of my big bag of eggs.

I hope you guys don't start calling me that,

but you can if you want to.

Oh, is this the "Meg the Egg" thing?

Yeah, no one's on board with that.

Whoa, Quahog!

Whoa, there! Whoa!

Whoa.

Welcome, one and all,

to the annual tree lighting ceremony.

All right, Meg the Egg!

Huevo me!

Mmm, perfect yolks this year.

Four and a half minutes.

Now, don't you worry, y'all will have a chance to line up

and meet Santy and let him know what dry goods you need.

And right here in front of City Hall,

I'm placing this wooden nativity scene that I whittled myself

from a beech tree what was rat-tailed

by lightning in the recent meteorological electricities.

Oh, great, just what we need.

A religious display on government property.

Can't believe this is what my tax dollars are paying for.

Last I heard, you never paid taxes in your life.

Only 'cause I've never made enough money! Ha!

Brian, I can laugh at a lot of things,

but Jesus Christ is not two of them.

Yeah, come on, Brian, it's Christmas.

Have an egg. Enjoy yourself.

Okay, now to light the Christmas tree

by telling this child's toy

my mother's maiden name.

Abernathy.

Yay! Very holiday data information!

I guess Santa's getting ready to rack up

those frequent flyer miles, huh?

Yeah, we all read your tweets, Joe.

Smash that "like" button.

Hey, check it out, Peter, it's Ebenezer Pooch.

We should mess with him by putting only

Christmas songs on the jukebox.

Cleveland, I got just the song.

♪ Life is a highway ♪

♪ I want to ride it... ♪

Wait, what the hell is this?

Only the best Christmas song ever.

I tell you, no matter when I hear this baby,

I start smelling pine.

Joe, this is not a holiday song.

He never once mentions Christmas!

No, it's about Santa.

All night long.

On the highway... delivering presents.

The video takes place in a field!

In what is clearly summer!

Quagmire, many parts of the world are

arid during the holy season.

Including where Jesus was born.

Or perhaps the singer's Australian.

He's not Australian!

He name-checks Vancouver in the song!

A guy from Australia can't know where Vancouver is?

Feels kind of racist.

Mm-hmm.

Damn it, Joe! We're supposed to be annoying Brian!

Not this!

Oh, okay, I get it.

Everybody pile on the one person

who actually sees the truth about Christmas.

You know, you guys know all-- what this holiday

is all about, right? It's all about this.

The world's smallest violin?

A scrotal massage?

"Ah, just like in the old country"?

We're more word people than gesture people.

No! Money!

It's all about money!

Is Christmas really so awful?

I don't know, I-I just-- I can't stand how everyone buys

into this annual mass hypnosis.

I mean, like, do not even get me started on Christmas caroling.

No, go ahead. I'm listening.

No, that's-that's what I mean.

Like, do not get me started.

Trust me, you, you will be here all night.

I've got time. I'm officially getting you started.

- Name one thing.

I mean, where do I start?

The things I have to say

about caroling. It's like, how long have you got?

I've got all night, no one to go home to-- let's hear it.

Yeah, okay... well, I mean, first there's the...

- you know, the singing.

You know what, screw you guys!

All right, screw Frosty!

Screw Vince Guaraldi!

Screw both Rankin and Bass!

Well, I'm with him on Rankin, but, come on, what did Bass do?

Stupid Christmas.

What kind of name is Blitzen anyway, what is that?

That's like-- that's not a name... it's a football...

something.

Aah! Son of a bitch!

Oh, crap. Why couldn't I have hit

the court-ordered menorah instead?

Thank you!

Aw, crap, this is bad, this is bad.

After all I said, they-they'll probably call this a hate crime.

I've just got to hide the evidence.

Ah, I wish someone was here to try to take this from me,

'cause I'd be all like...

No way, you! This is mine!

Now where can I hide an old, banged-up car

where it'll just blend right in?

I knew this would work.

Especially after that last flight I took.

Spirit Airlines is now boarding group whatever.

Just start punching until you're on an airplane.

Good afternoon, I'm Tom Tucker.

Our top story: Ho-ho-homeless man

found dead in local alleyway.

But first we're joined live by Mayor Wild West

outside City Hall, who reports that the town

nativity scene he personally whittled has gone missing.

Mayor West, what can you tell us about the disappearance

and also about my contested parking ticket,

and I'll remind you the tree limb was blocking the sign.

That tree was a hardwood, Mr. Tucker,

and there wouldn't have been a leaf on it till mid-May.

The printing of the restricted times

was also faded, and as to the investigation?

Whoever took that nativity scene best sleep

with one eye open, 'cause I'm on your trail.

And I'm gonna hunt you down like the mighty

grizzly hunts a Slim Jim left on the dashboard of a Ford Taurus.

I regret that the West has changed.

Ah, now I want a Slim Jim. Slim Jim, anyone?

Slim Jim? Never google what's in it? Slim Jim?

That's rather odd. Who would steal...

a nativity scene?

Want to tell me what's going on, champ?

What? Nothing.

Brian, I can tell when you're lying, because your voice always

gets high at the end of your sentences.

That's nuts, you don't know what you're

talking about!

Okay, fine!

Yes, it was me. I destroyed the nativity scene with my car.

But you've got to keep your mouth shut about this.

I could be in a lot of trouble. I already hid the evidence.

Did you at least do it right?

You burned all the pieces

and sank your car in a lake?

No, I parked it in the Spirit Airlines parking lot...

Oh, because they all drive crappy cars.

That's smart, that's smart. Well, not to worry.

You and I will just leave town

and start a new life together.

What? What are you talking...?

Look, we could buy a house in Cincinnati

for $43,000.

Stewie, I'm not leaving town-- Wait, what, seriously?

Yes, pretty big. Three bedrooms. Hardwood floors.

For $43,000? That's insane.

- We could just pay that off. - I know. You could have

that office you've always wanted and we'd still

have an extra room for the baby.

- What? - Or-or a craft room.

- Oh, crap, Who's that?

Howdy, folks.

Just seeing if I might ask y'all a few questions.

Hey, you're the man from the TV!

Please come in, I'm the man from the couch.

Okay, quick, I need an alibi.

Okay, last night you and I were home

watching Dancing with the Stars all night.

That's actually what I was doing all last night.

I thought Tom Bergeron had a great show.

One of his better nights. The guy's a pro.

It's Tyra Banks now.

Brian, I can't do this with you.

And what about you, Peter?

I hear you haven't been brushing your teeth.

- Yes, I have. - All of 'em?

- Most of 'em. - Careful there.

The teeth are the doorway to the body.

Now, then, can I speak to your dog who hates Christmas?

Ho-ho-ho! Who have we got here?

Can I interest anyone in a candy cane?

None for me, thanks.

Ho-ho-okay, your loss. After all,

it is the world's most dangerous candy. The more you eat it,

the sharper it gets, but it's worth stabbing

your own mouth for a sweet that tastes like toothpaste.

I mean, Season's Greetings!

Brian, where were you last night

between 10:00 p.m. and midnight?

Uh, let's see, uh, food bank till 8:00.

Uh,Love Actually... again.

And at no time did I watch Tom Bergeron

onDancing with the Stars because

that would be impossible.

Hmm, that's very helpful.

Oh, good, 'cause I-I hope more than anyone the culprit

who took your nativity scene is brought to justice.

I'm mighty glad to hear that.

Matter of fact, I was thinking a hound like you'd

be just the thing to help sniff out some new clues.

- What do you say? - Uh, yeah.

In-in fact, you came to the right guy.

I was briefly McGruff's sidekick.

Ah, that's Jenny.

- But that's not Jenny's dad. No, sir!

If she gets into that car,

that may be the last time you'll see Jenny.

- Yep! - I'm McGruff the Crime Dog.

And I'm Sergeant Bark, because I bark at crime.

See those kids?

Every day in this country,

60 kids disappear.

- Hey, the bikes fell. - Some run away.

- You want me to get the bikes? - But a lot are kidnapped by strangers.

- McGruff? McGruff? - Or even by people they know.

- Do you want me to pick up the...? - So write to McGruff.

- Oh, you're-you're giving the address. - And teach your kids

- to protect themselves. - I'll get the bikes.

- Help, uh,

take a bite out of crime.

And don't forget to bark at it.

You know, I've been thinking, Brian.

Maybe the first thing we ought to do is

take an inventory of what's missing.

Could be there's some clues in that.

Yep, sure. Good thinking.

Ah, you're a big Christmas guy.

Remind me, what's in a nativity scene?

Nativity scene, sure. Uh, well, you've got your drummer.

Uh, probably a bassist, too. Uh, Jesus, of course.

Uh... Mr. Christ?

I'm gonna say Santa, then also the elves.

Uh, the pig who makes friends with a spider...

writes, uh, nice things in its web.

S-S-S-Slater?

Somebody-somebody named Slater?

I think he's from Saved by the Bell.

Ah, I knew it sounded familiar, but you know who

we should really be looking at?

People in town who don't even celebrate Christmas.

Like-like... Mort Goldman!

Boo! Boo, Brian!

They've suffered enough. Boo.

"Dear Santa, thank you in advance

"for bringing me a Happy Asking Panda.

"I've been a very good boy this year,

"and while I understand you 'see me when I'm sleeping,'

"I just want to say that Rupert was the aggressor.

"It may not have seemed that way, but we had agreed

"ahead of time on a form of role play

that would probably have seemed confusing without that context."

We interrupt this program for breaking news.

Good evening, I'm holiday replacement

anchor Edgar Chavez, alone in the studio

and having some trouble locking down the camera.

We now take you to a live news conference at City Hall!

Thank you all for coming tonight.

Uh, I think the press conferences mics

are still set at standing height.

I've still not learned who stole

- our town's nativity scene.

Easy, Horse, easy.

So until I get some answers, as mayor,

I'm officially canceling Christmas in Quahog.

Canceling Christmas?!

Now we'll never know what's behind

the last box on the M&M advent calendar!

It's M&M'S, Peter.

- They've all been M&M'S. - You don't know that!

You ate my whole family,

you fat bastard.

One. More. Day.

Joe? What are you doing here?

Sorry, Peter, I'm on strict orders from the mayor

to confiscate all the Christmas stuff in town.

You heard him, Lois. Hand over the Hallmark Channel.

No Christmas means no Happy Asking Panda.

Stewie, I'm so sorry.

But you got to understand the position I'm in.

I'll tell you this, Rupert.

I shall not stand idly by while our dog

steals my dream of a Happy Asking Panda.

I may just have to send a little text to our mayor.

Yes, I did get a new phone case.

It's Malibu Barbie next to a palm tree.

The man at the mall kiosk said it was "girlish,"

and I said, "Yeah? Maybe I think she's hot."

And he went, "Okay," and I went, "What do you mean by 'Okay'?"

And then he says, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

"I just came back from my wife's oncologist appointment."

And I said, "Oh, no. What's wrong?" And he said,

"Her melanoma's coming back."

And I said, "I'm so sorry, but they're making

advancements in treatment every single day."

And he goes, "I know, you're right, but still."

And I said, "Just hang in there," and he says,

"Shoot me your digits, our story does not

end here," so we're going out to dinner on Friday.

I love this case.

Sir, as you requested, I've transcribed

all your text messages onto pieces of dried cowhide.

These just came in.

"Spirit Airlines parking lit."

"Parking lit."

"Parking lit. Asterisk, lot.

L-O-L."

Looks like we got our man.

And still plenty of time to pick up Aunt Betty.

Oh, you really didn't have to do this.

We both know I did.

Brian, is there anything you want to say

about the Baby Jesus-shaped dent in the hood of your car?

Oh, come on, that doesn't prove anything!

That could be any baby I hit with my car!

He was lying about Tom Bergeron earlier. He had no idea.

Why don't you open the trunk for me?

No way! No way!

You didn't even hide the evidence?!

Brian Griffin, you're under arrest.

Just for destroying public property

and fleeing the scene of the crime?!

Why are we not leading with drunk driving?

I'm afraid I have to take you to jail.

Oh, no, not Brian!

Do we get the Hallmark Channel back?

Jail?! Are you kidding me?!

Wait a minute, you get three square meals in jail, right?

Well, I can't speak for the shape,

but the number sounds right.

Griffin, visitor!

Hey, Brian, sorry about the sling.

I got shot by an M&M.

Anyway, how's Christmas Eve in jail?

You know what, it's great.

At least it keeps me away from all the phony joy

and crass commercialism.

Well, it's good to see you haven't lost

your lack of spirit.

Well, it certainly is great seeing you, Brian.

Hey, guys, unfortunately

visiting hours end at...

10:14.

Aw! Aw!

It's like we just got here, aw!

Ah, best night's sleep in a long time.

I should spend Christmas in jail every year.

Stupid families having stupid fun times together.

Reminding themselves their families are...

filled with love.

Huh, looks like Stewie got that toy he wanted.

A kid and his bear.

What's more innocent than that?

Aw, they got tennis balls and junk?

I don't even like stupid

new Christmas tennis balls.

♪ O come, all ♪

♪ Ye faithful ♪

♪ Joyful and triumphant ♪

♪ O come ye ♪

- ♪ O come ye ♪ - I don't need Christmas.

♪ To Bethlehem ♪

♪ Come and behold Him ♪

♪ Born the King of Angels ♪

Why am I crying?

♪ O come, let us adore... ♪

The "penis" is right,

I do miss my family.

Oh, my God, what have I done?

I've been so blind.

Sure, Christmas is a commercial holiday largely intended

to prop up a faltering economy, but it's also about family

and togetherness and the Hallmark Channel,

which I admit I watch all the time!

Oh, my God, I love Christmas!

And what happened then?

Well, in prison they say,

Brian's anus grew three sizes that day.

Brian... you are free to go.

What? What do you mean?

I just wanted you to learn that while you thought

it was everyone else who'd lost the true meaning of Christmas,

it was actually you all along.

So why don't you head outside to your family?

I will.

But first there's something I've got to do.

Ah?

It's like you killed Him all over again.

Oh, Brian, it's good to have you back.

It wasn't Christmas without you.

I'm happy to be back.

And I'm happy to have my tennis ball.

Meg? Lois? You got any more passwords?

The panda loves 'em.

The Griffin assets, sir.

At last. $17?

The bear cost $23 to make.

Oh, no.

Can't rob America if America's broke!

Merry Christmas, everyone!