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Oh, my God,

I want to show you something.

Oh. That is fine work, my brother.

We used to do it all the
time, my mother and me.

I mean, Christmas was the only
time that I could be myself,

with all the fun colors and clothes.

I played Melchior in the church
nativity play, and my mom

took me to Jo-Ann's to buy fabric

for this big, gold robe that
I would wear in the show.

I mean, even my dad,

when I came out of my bedroom

to show him...

... he laughed.

I mean, any other day and he
would've taken off his belt.

Well, in this house,

you can be the king of Arabia

and wear golden robes
every day of the year.

All right, now, come on, children.
Gather around.

We got another tradition
starting this Christmas.

All of y'all get to ask
your mother for one thing

she can put under the
tree for y'all to open

on Christmas morning.

Within reason, all right?

Don't go asking me for no damn Subaru.

- I-I want...
- Uh-uh-uh. I want

python high-top sneakers
with the snakeskin on it.

Right, but you can't
yell it out like that,

- like we on The Price is Right.
- Mm-hmm.

You need to write a note
to your Mother Santa,

put it under the tree so she can find.

- Angel.
- Hmm?

Please write your note.

I told you I didn't want
anything for Christmas.

It's Christmas. I mean,

everybody wants something, right?

When I was six years old,

my father took me with him
to the department store

to buy some Christmas presents.

I saw this one pair of

red pumps with a four-inch heel.

I swear to God,

I had never seen anything quite
so beautiful in my entire life.

When no one was looking,

I took one,

snuck it home,

hidden underneath my coat.

When we got to the apartment,

I tried running straight to my room.

It slipped out and fell onto the floor,

right in front of my
mother and my father.

I begged them to let me keep it.

My father s...

my father slapped me across the face.

For stealing.

But more so for what I chose to steal.

I mean, what kind of little boy

cries over a patent
leather red pump, right?

He treated me different after that.

If she doesn't want a
present, can I have hers?

No.

- Boy.
- What?

- Finish puttin' these corns to poppin'.
- Why you... Look at this.

- Don't be clownin' my stuff, all right?
- Yeah, but it look crazy.

- No, but it look good though.
- Finish the corn that pops, honey.

Man, what you talking about?
You seen your beads?

- They look great.
- They look foo-foo.

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The category is,

Best Dressed High Class

in a Fur Coat.

Mink, chinchilla.

Come on, butch queens.

I better see Bugs Bunny
on your goddamn back!

The temperature is dropping here...

I don't know if I'm ready for this.

I can't compete with them.

If you want to be in the
house of Evangelista,

you gotta compete.

Do it for us.

Ooh, giving us Ralph Lauren in tails.

A little tail ain't never
hurt nobody, baby.

Judges, your scores, please.

Eight, seven, eight,

six and seven.

- Okay.
- No.

And what have we here?

Looking like a grape raccoon.

That fur better not touch the ground.

Oh... The lining.

The lining is the only thing

to touch the ground, my darling.

That is how it is done.

Ah, judges, your scores.

Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten.

Midnight Pimping.

Looky here. Don't run into this one

in a dark alley, baby.

Yeah, there we have it.

Who's coming next?

Oh, my.

And is this Billy Dee
Williams we have here...

in lynx?

Serving us butch.

Serving us masculintity.

Go, Ricky!

You love it. You long for it.

I'm having all of it.

Your scores, judges, please, please.

Ten, ten, nine, ten, nine.

Whoo, Ricky!

First runner-up...

Mr. Billy Dee Williams
in the white lynx.

I commend you on your ballroom debut.

All right, all right, I know it's time

for all of y'all to collect
your trophies and go home,

but before you do,

house mothers and fathers,

sound the call across the land

that our next event is gonna
be the biggest of the year...

The Snow Ball, right?

And I expect to see you all
there in your holiday best.

Good night.

The theme for our look
is Santa's Workshop,

and we'll be all dressed as elves,

and you will be Mrs. Claus.

My festive theatrical child.

And Ricky's gonna help
me, if that's okay.

He doesn't need my permission.
I'm not his mother.

Well, since he has a trophy,

I'd like for you to
consider letting him join

the House of Evangelista.

Mm.

Tell me, where'd you get the coat?

- It was my grandmother's.
- Don't bullshit me.

That offends me.

I mopped it, from a
coat check in midtown.

I just wanted to get a trophy,

so I-I borrowed it. But
I'm gonna take it back.

That's not what Evangelista's about.

Let's get something straight.

I'm not running a halfway home.

We're a family, and I'm
building a legacy.

I'll admit, you got something special,

but you're cocky.

Judges don't want arrogance,
they want confidence.

If you want to win grand prize,

we're gonna need to work on your struts.

See, I told you she'd let you in.

No, this is a trial run.

You better bring it at the Snow Ball.

Okay.

I'm being a good person
by letting you in.

Which means I do not want you

distracting Damon from his studies.

If you plan on living under my roof,

I expect you to keep him on track.

- I promise, Blanca.
- Good.

And you can call me Mother.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers, Mother.

Ooh, I like the ring of that.

Costas.

Is this your lunch?

It must be Maryanne on duty.

She never brings it in.

It's Christmas.

I'm the prince.

Dance with me, Clara.

Tony, you need to get back into bed.

Get away!

- You're ruining it.
- Nurse!

Nurse!

Nurse!

She didn't even give you a fork
to eat this fucking meal with.

- I'm not even hungry.
- Bullshit.

You have to eat something.

Get your strength back.

Don't look at me like that.

You have pneumonia.

I've seen people

walk out of this hospital

who were much worse than that.

We got Christmas plans, baby.

Go see the windows on Fifth,

take a carriage ride
through Central Park,

go see The Nutcracker.

When did you get here?

What was I doing out of bed?

You were dancing.

You've always been my most brilliant,

dedicated student.

You were dancing, my darling.

I can't believe I'm gonna spend
my last Christmas in here.

This is incredible.

I ain't never met anyone
who was a real genius,

but you have the gift.

You need to make a New
Year's resolution, Pray Tell.

Elevate your game.

Get your designs on a real runway.

A happy man knows his place.

Who ever got anywhere
by knowing their place?

A man who knows his place
might as well be a dead man.

A resolution ain't nothing
without a friend to kick

your ass to make sure you stick to it.

No point in me fighting with you.

I know.

So shut up and finish pinning.

I'm gonna melt the Snow Ball
with this piece of finery.

Send Elektra limping into the new year.

What you doing for Christmas Day?

Nothing. I'll probably go to the movies.

They have discount matinees.

Theater's all quiet and empty.

Well, what about that cute
guy you've been seeing

that works for the city?

He... is at Roosevelt Hospital.

- What?
- Yeah.

You two was out dancing at
Escuelita's just last month.

Yes.

How bad?

Pneumonia... We don't need to talk about

- this right now.
- What?

You think this is the first
time since I've been diagnosed

that I had to talk about
somebody dying of this plague?

Don't you dare treat me as delicate.

The worst part is...

that I'm used to it by now.

You know how many boyfriends
I've seen go in there

over the last four years?

How are we supposed to get
invested in someone...

if they can be gone a week later?

As if this life wasn't hard enough.

Oh, my God...

Do your kids know you're positive?

Now, what good would that do?

I'm trying to build something
that lasts beyond me.

And none of them are gonna commit

to what I need them to do

if they think I might
leave them tomorrow.

Not that I'm going anywhere.

And no way you are sitting
all alone in a movie theater

getting fat off popcorn on Christmas.

You're coming to supper, at my house.

Would you close your eyes for me?

Okay...

Open.

We got, uh...

... all brand-new appliances.

Microwave, toaster.

We got, uh, all new Formica countertops.

Dusty.

I got the, um...

... the TV and VCR, they're on order.

T-That should be, uh,
arriving next week.

Over there.

This is so beautiful.

Wow.

Oh, my God.

I don't know what to say.

I feel so safe here.

Like nothing could ever hurt me.

Can you make me a promise?

On Christmas Day,

I know you have your kids and stuff...

... but if you could just come at night,

even just for an hour.

For a glass of eggnog,

or whatever.

It would really make this
place feel like a home to me.

Of course I will.

Mm.

Wide legs!

Yes. Yes.

Very good.

Sorry to interrupt.

Ms. St. Rogers, there's a call for you.

Uh, continue, everyone.

This is Helena.

Wait, when did he, uh...

This morning?

Uh, no, no, I don't have
his parent's information.

I'm not family.

Just his teacher.

Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

Feeling, more feeling, more feeling.

More feel...

Papi, that's not what I choreographed.

You look like a gremlin.

- I ain't a dancer.
- It's like this:

if you are going to win at Snow Ball...

and we are all walking as a house...

we have to do it like this,

because that's the way to win, okay?

So just watch me.

Five, six, five,

six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, down.

Got it?

- Yeah.
- Okay?

Five, six, seven, eight.

Yes. That's great.

- Yes, it's great.
- Yeah?

- Y-Yes, yes, yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah?

Now you just got to learn
the other 50 moves.

- Okay. Okay.
- Okay, but that was good, that was good.

We gonna be here all day.

You got it?

Oh, my God, I'm late.

Papi, ignore them, you're doing great.

Keep practicing, okay?

Yo, Papi.

What's up?

Shut up.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Two, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

Three, two, three, four, five, six,

seven, eight, four, two...
get that leg higher.

Higher!

Stop.

Damon.

I-I'm sorry, I'm not...

Warmed up?

Warm-up was half an hour
ago when class started.

I'm-I'm sorry, I was coming

from all the way uptown, and I just...

Marcus.

Where'd you come from for class?

- Crown Heights.
- Uh-huh. He was on time.

Why you got to call me out in
front of everybody like that?

I have two tools I use

to get students to
reach their potential.

Encouragement and shame.

Taking you to the ballet,
that was encouragement.

But that didn't work, so now
I'm moving on to shame.

I took a chance on you.

And I don't care if you think
you're the next Alvin Ailey,

you will never know if you
don't have any respect for me

or this place or yourself.

I love this place.

I mean, it's everything to me.

But weren't you the one
that told me to go out

into the world, a-and explore my
artistry and find my own voice?

Greatness comes from suffering.

From failing over and over

until you bleed and cry.

And then, finally, something inside

just cracks open.

I've got time.

Time is not your friend.

It's coming for you, for all of us.

It shows no mercy and it always wins,

and then you're gone, forgotten.

I'm really sorry, I-I... I was
getting ready for a ball,

- and I...
- A ball?

Is that the size of your dreams now?

Get out of my class.

What?

Now.

Let's go from the top.

And... five, six, seven, eight.

I'm not kidding, it's
like a superpower I have.

I can tell just by looking at you

how you groom your pubic hair.

Hmm?

Wasn't that an executive
council meeting?

Yeah. I, uh...

I had this idea that
if movies or TV shows

wanted to shoot in any
of our properties,

that they should give the boss a cameo.

And they thought it
was such a good idea,

I should tell it directly to him.

Instead of taking it to me first?

That's my lane, buddy.

Yeah, I-I didn't mean any disrespect.

Nobody stopped you from
coming into that meeting.

Say, what are you up
to on Christmas, huh?

Elektra Abundance?

Come right with me.

_

Good morning, Elektra.
I'm Dr. Gottfried.

Please have a seat.

I apologize for being
vague on the phone.

We're a new program at the hospital,

and we have to operate
under the radar for now.

I'm a bit nervous. I haven't
been to the doctor since '79.

Well, that is a long time.

We should definitely do some blood work.

I don't have the virus.

Well, that's good to hear,

but AIDS care isn't my specialty.

I'm a urologist.

Our new program

specializes in holistic
care, something lacking

for transsexual patients.

It's the kind of practice my mentor,

Dr. Peter Harris, formalized
in the '60s and '70s.

God rest his soul.

That man saved my life.

Anything he told me to do, I did it.

Psychological evaluations,

hormone shots, electrolysis, everything.

Dr. Harris helped me find Elektra.

Well, we fought hard to keep the
clinic open after his death,

but the hospital was overwhelmed
with AIDS patients,

and it didn't help
that the board thought

what we did was unnatural
and unnecessary.

They wanted us to just go
away, and we did for a bit,

but we are back,

and I am building the foremost practice

and research center

for transsexual medicine
in the United States.

- Which is why I called you.
- Me?

You are at the top of Dr.
Harris's wait list

for sexual reassignment surgery.

It's even noted in his records that

he tried to call you numerous times.

Why didn't you follow up with him?

The list was long.

I didn't have the luxury
to sit around waiting.

I didn't resign.

I just hustled my ass off
dancing in glass boxes

to fulfill my most immediate needs.

Show World?

I have other patients employed there.

"Employed" makes it sound
like a profession.

It's a freak show.

Well, I have a space reserved for you.

You are an ideal candidate.

And if your blood work and your
physical examination clear,

we could operate in the new year.

How much does it all cost?

I will have my nurse go
over the details with you.

What is that?

A wreath.

I thought we'd bring a little
holiday spirit in here.

I tried to tell her a wreath

ain't gonna fix my mood.

Christmas ain't nothing
but a sad-ass reminder

of what we don't have.

Well, maybe we should
do it up this year.

Get a tree, some presents,

make it a Christmas to remember.

Maybe your daddy could
help us out this year?

How dare you?

I'm not some white girl
toting an unlimited

American Express card in my Gucci bag.

You girls never think
about how hard I work.

You never see my burden.

All you see are the jewels and the furs

and you think I live some high life.

But you don't know that he counts

everything he gives to me,

every single cent,

every single goddamn gift.

And anything I manage to steal
away goes to Abundance:

the rent, the lights, the food.

We're grateful for all
you do for us, Mother.

Girls, I'm sorry.

Sometimes I get in a bad mood,

particularly around the holidays.

But why should I take that out on you?

You're stupid,

but not incapable.

Let's get going.

Mother has a plan to deck
these fucking halls.

Ho, ho, ho.

Merry Christmas to you.

Very generous. Thank you.

Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas.

Hey, Santa.

Well, hello, dear. Merry
Christmas to you.

Thank you.

Ho, ho, ho, ho.

My purse.

Oh, no. I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Now.

Get off of him.

She's taking the money!

Hey, stop them!

Oh, my...

I ain't never seen this much
money all in one place.

That's why we hit the
bucket up on Madison.

Every dollar one of those
rich, Upper East Side bitches

put in that bucket is a
gift back to themselves.

Wipes away all the guilt they feel

about spending all that
money on silliness

to put under their tree.

Wait, but isn't this money
supposed to go to, like,

- starving kids or something?
- Uh-uh.

If we ain't charity, then who is?

When is the last time

you had a present under
the Christmas tree?

Exactly.

My daddy used to buy me
trucks for Christmas

and I would just steal
my sister's Barbie dolls

and have Barbie riding
around in them trucks

like a queen and some shit.

Fuck Barbie.

They had Olympic Barbie,

Malibu Barbie, Doctor Barbie.

All kinds of Barbies, but they
only had one black Barbie,

Christie, and she was still
built like a white girl.

There is $2,300 here.

Christmas miracle.

Thank you, Jesus.

We can get three trees now.

Trees? Girl, we can get wigs,

- the human kind.
- Girl, we can go to the spa.

Oh, my God, and get a massage.

- A back massage.
- Ooh.

Them red boots we saw the other day,

- them snakeskin boots.
- Oh, those are so cute, girl.

Oh. Those would look so good on me.

Ooh, we could walk the
runway in those, girl.

- We would win the house down.
- They would look cute on me.

- Boots, girl.
- Mm. Mm-mm-mm-mm.

And we can go to Bloomingdale's
and not that cheap shit.

Oh, yes. Absolutely.

All of your Christmas
dreams will come true.

That's $2,300,

more than enough for a
deposit for my surgery.

You can sign me up.

It's a different thing to be a mother

who chooses her children.

We got to deal with our mistakes

and also the mistakes of the mothers

who brought them into this world.

We don't get the benefits
of a clean slate.

And I've seen a lot of
mothers in my world

use that as some sort of excuse

for bad behavior, but not me.

Once you're in my house,
you're my responsibility.

And Damon doesn't understand yet

that we don't got but so
much time in this world

and that the people out
there are gonna start

stealing pieces of his from him.

What's stealing from him

is his interest in those balls.

What we do here is work,

not the instant gratification

that comes from dressing up

and walking for a trophy.

Excuse me?

Miss Uptown Fancy with
your African jewels

and your sterling silver.

We can talk about Damon,

but what we're not gonna do

is sit here and look down
our noses at my world.

You have any idea the work

and struggle that goes
into walking a category?

The point is I do understand,

which is why I'm saying Damon
doesn't have time for both.

And unless a mother
forces a child to make

the right choice, he's
gonna choose the work

that makes him feel good right now.

So you're questioning my
parenting skills now.

There's a difference between
inspiration and distraction.

Damon has more God-given
talent than most,

but not enough to succeed
without real commitment.

At the end of the semester,
I'm going to make cuts.

At this point, Damon doesn't make it.

I'm home.

Uh-uh. These are for
decorating later. Sit down.

I went and talked to your
teacher this morning.

- She called.
- I'm sorry.

I should've told you, but
I thought I could get it

all figured out before
you even had to know.

Well, here's a subway
pass and a bus pass

so you can never use the excuse

that you had no money for tokens

and you was late because
you had to walk to class.

You will not blow this opportunity

while you are living in my house.

I'm sorry, Mother. I know.

I already told Ricky

that I'm not gonna be around as much.

I promise. I'll be good from now on.

Oh, and no balls for a month
until you can prove to me

that you can keep your word.

Yeah, but not the Snow Ball, right?

No balls means no balls.

What?

I told you how much
Christmas means to me.

It's my one time of the year

and you're taking that away from me?

The one thing that I care about.

Well, you know what, I'm going
no matter what you say.

You can't stop me from
walking if I want to.

No, but I can throw all
your shit out the window

and on the street if you do.

You want to fucking try me?!

I hate you for doing this to me!

Well, go and hate me in your room.

Can I help you?

Yeah. I'm looking for
something for my wife.

My mommy!

What is her skin tone?

Different metals and gemstones look best

with specific skin tones.

Never heard that before.

She's, uh, got brownish-reddish hair,

pale skin, brown eyes.

She has a cool skin tone.

You're gonna want white gold
or silver, nothing yellow

and a bright stone.

I have this really lovely
white gold bracelet

with twin rubies.

What do you think?

Think Mommy'd like that?

- Wrap it up for me.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, honey, why don't you go

play in that little
playground out there?

I'll be out there in one minute, okay?

Okay.

Thanks.

Uh...

What about somebody with
a darker skin tone,

like, Puerto Rican?

White gold is gonna make her look ruddy.

You want yellow gold
with an earthy stone.

Like this yellow gold necklace,

with the orange sapphire pendant.

Between you and me?

I always say to spend more
on the gift for the goomah.

If your wife isn't happy,
she isn't gonna be calling

your house at 2:00 in the morning.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Sure. I'll wrap it in a separate box.

Merry Christmas.

I like to come into Jersey
to do my Christmas shopping.

The sales tax is two percent
lower here than in the city.

I was in the neighborhood, I
figured I would just stop by

and give you guys my gifts.

It's not wise to drink alone.

This place is so suburban.

I mean that as a compliment.

Any man who tells you he
wouldn't give it all up and

end up in his own version of
this place is lying to you.

I prefer a little more
flash in the decor.

At least four kids, but the woman...

woman would be just like you.

All you playboys long for family life,

but you couldn't stand
it once you got it.

When I was 25, maybe.

But now...

now, I get lonely.

Especially this time of year.

When does Stan get home?

Um, he's out Christmas
shopping with our daughter.

I'm used to not seeing him
around much these days.

You have him working such crazy hours.

He's more married to
you than he is to me.

I don't think I've ever called
Stan into the city after hours.

Well, if you're not calling
him in, then who is?

Beats me.

I'm not the only one he reports to.

You should ask him.

I get why he's working so hard, though.

I mean, I was the same way, at first.

Nothing feels better than success.

You get addicted.

Problem is that you
can't control yourself.

You start caring more
about the next fix.

New suit, new car, new girl.

Instead of what's really
important: family.

But you can understand that, right?

People need that ego hit sometimes.

Even in the suburbs?

I mean, when was the last time

you had an experience
that was brand-new?

Hmm?

One that was just for you?

Weird.

You've kissed all those supermodels

and beauty queens, and

you're still not very good at it.

I'll do better next time.

There won't be a next time.

Hey, honey?

Whose Mercedes is out front?

Stanley!

Welcome home.

Mommy!

What are you doing here?

Playing Santa.

Dropping off presents
for you and the kids.

All the way out to Jersey?

Come sit on my lap.

Well, thanks for coming by, man. I'll...

I'll show you out.

Patty.

Thank you for the wine, and the chat.

Yep. Thanks, Matt. Merry Christmas.

Heck of a woman you got there, Stan.

Don't fuck it up.

Next time you want to come to my house,

you call me first.

Merry Christmas, bud.

Patty.

What was all that about?

He told you. He was just
dropping off some presents.

Are y'all ready?

Because the category is:

Stone Cold Face.

Yes. And here she goes.

Slender.

Tender.

For your gender.

Looking like a red Virginia Slim.

Judges, your scores.

Nine, nine, nine, nine.

Thank you very much.

Next.

This is a face category,
not a fashion category.

If God hath given you

the eyebrows of Brooke Shields,

show the motherfuckers off!

Ah!

And the princess has arrived!

Yes.

Breathtaking.

This chilling angel has
clearly been resuscitated.

Uh-huh.

Judges, your scores?

Ten, ten, ten, ten.

Breathtaking scores for the
frostiest bitch in New York.

Grand prize, Miss Angel, Evangelista.

You know it's yours,
you know it's yours.

How did we do?

First runner up.

Not bad.

Yeah, we would've won if you were there.

It tore up my guts to keep it from you.

No, you were right.

You're a good mother.

I was sitting here in the dark trying

to remember when I found
out Santa Claus wasn't real.

No one ever told me straight out.

It didn't come like a bullet,
it came like poison.

You know, the kind that act real slow.

So you don't even know it's
there until you're dead.

My sister made sure to tell me
the second someone told her.

Came right into my
room and announced it.

"Santa ain't real."

I couldn't have been more
than four years old.

Did you believe her?

I mean, a hundred percent?

Nah.

I guess I didn't.

I want to go back there.

I mean, not back home
or to my parents, but...

I want to go back to when
I could be innocent.

Or at least remember when I lost it.

You don't know that that
feeling's not forever

until it's too late.

Morning, sleepyhead.

Mm-hmm?

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Are you hungry? I made you breakfast.

Oh.

Christmas morning was
always special in my house.

Traditions are important to me.

We'll start our own, then.

Bam.

What is it?

You got to open it.

This is the one that I
was eyeing at The Wiz.

- Wait, did you mop this?
- No, I saved my coins.

You deserve it, and more.

♪ Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding. ♪

Mm.

Is this my Christmas present?

The first part.

Yeah.

I'm ready.

Wait, are you sure?

Ricky...

I'm ready.

How do we play?

This is The Game of Life, baby.

You just, you spin the wheel.

Yeah, and you move it through the board.

And then you, uh, you
get stuff on the way,

and wh-whoever gets the most money

and-and gets married
and has the most kids

at the end of the game wins.

And if there isn't a part of the game

where you pee every time you sneeze

and every so-called friend
disappoints you, it's a fraud.

Bobbi.

A child should know the truth.

Mommy missed one of her presents.

We got to give it to her.

Stay here, okay?

You missed one.

I'll do it later.

Come on, it's Christmas morning.

There are more presents under that tree

than the past three years combined.

You've been acting like
this the whole time.

What's up with you?

Matt told me about never
making you work late.

You've been lying to me.

What the hell are you talking about?

I'm talking about you
being a cheating asshole.

I'm talking about you sticking
your dick in other women

and then coming home to me.

Who is she, huh?

She one of those whore secretaries?

Come on, kids, Mommy
and Daddy need to talk.

Wouldn't be Christmas without a fight.

You lost your mind? This
is your mother talking.

She's constantly undermining you.

Don't put this on me.

I never said a bad word
about you in my life.

- Not now, Ma, okay?
- Stop.

Patty, stop.

Listen to me.

Matt isn't my only boss.

I report to ten different people.

He's jealous of what you and I have.

Your daughter told me
about the two presents.

You couldn't have waited till you

weren't with our kid to buy
your girlfriend a present?

I don't have a girlfriend.

Want me to prove it?

Merry Christmas.

Yes, I bought a bracelet and a necklace.

And I felt like shit

about how much I've been working,

and I haven't been home
to help with the kids,

and so I bought you both.

I'm sorry. I'm just...

I'm not used to not having
you around all the time,

and it's just me and the kids

and all these thoughts in my brain.

Yeah, I know, I know. It's okay.

It's okay.

We just got to make it through
the next couple years, okay?

You know what my favorite
part of Christmas is?

Your mom being here?

No.

No, and it's not the presents

or the decorations or the music. It's...

it's just us together
as a family all day.

I love you.

I know, baby.

I love you, too.

Merry Christmas.

Oh, stop it. You're flattering me.

Stop it.

Angel, you naughty, naughty girl, you.

So naughty.

Boy, what are you doing?
There's a reason it's wrapped.

Just tell me if Blanca's coming.

Put the present down, please.

You think this need more salt?

Don't ask me.

I ain't never cooked anything
besides a can of Chunky's.

Oh, well, what's wrong with you?

You still broken up about
your married white boy?

Get over it.

You here with your family now.

The men will come and go,

but we always here for you.

The turkey!

Oh, shit! Shit, shit. Oh, shit.

- What-what do I do?
- Open the window.

Hurry up, hurry.

What are we gonna eat now?

What y'all laughing at?

I would order this platter.

All right,

before y'all fingers get greasy,

let's open some of these gifts.

Ain't got to tell me twice.

This for you, Ricky.

Damon.

- Ah, shit!
- Thank you.

I'm-a be stylin' and profilin'.

Look inside.

- Some socks for them feet.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

I got you.

This one's for you.

Before I met you, everything
was in black and white.

And that kind of thinking
don't work in a gray world.

You taught me to appreciate life and

treasure every breath.

You adjusted my focus
and now I see in color.

I just hope you do
that for other people.

Yeah.

Angel, you... you didn't
open your present.

Mm-mm. I told you I
didn't want anything.

Oh, girl, open it.

Mm-mm, not with that fork.

Lord Jesus, you got us bawling like

bitches before we've even eaten.

What is wrong with you?

We all pitched in, Mother,
and got you this.

Now what is this?

Okay.

It's a cute wrapper.

- I picked it out.
- Okay, you right.

So it's a heart 'cause
that's what you are to us.

Our heart.

Excuse me. Thank you.

I love y'all.

But could we eat?

- Oh.
- Boy.

Yes, please.

Daddy's hungry, hungry.

- Pass the lo mein.
- Merry Christmas, y'all.

Merry Christmas.

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