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and Jason, too.

We're actually on the way to get

him from the airport right now.

- Jason.

- Yeah.

God I haven't seen that kid

in... since I don't know when.

That makes two of us.

What part of the world's

he working these days?

Uh, Singapore, I believe,

and then Sydney next.

I don't know how he

keeps it all straight.

Me either.

Well, I better get back.

My dad's so old-school,

he loves to wait till Christmas

Eve to put all those up.

But I'll see you

later, right?

Yes, absolutely.

So you really dated that guy

in high school, huh?

What? No.

Why would you

think that?

Oh, I... no,

I mean, you live

across the street from him.

I figured maybe...

No.

No, Nick's always

felt just as much

like a brother to me

as Jason.

Just checking.

Deck the hall

with boughs of holly

Fa la la, la la,

la la, la la

'Tis the season

to be jolly

Fa la la, la la,

la la, la la

- Don we now...

- You know, Dad,

I could've gotten to your

place from the airport.

They have these things now called cabs.

That is

a waste of money.

Come on. You know how much

a taxi would cost out here.

Dad, you think everything's

a waste of money.

No, that's not true. Your

father likes nice things.

He just wants to pay as

little as possible for them.

And join the chorus...

That's just

a diplomatic way

to admit

that he's cheap.

Yeah, Dad's

Scotch-Canadian.

In the world of cheapness,

that's a blackjack.

I heard that.

Good, than we won't

have to say it again.

You know, Jason,

if you'd taken a cab,

you might've missed

the toy drive.

You know, you could've

just written a check.

Now, where is

the fun in that?

Oh, first fun thing

just happened.

Can't feel my butt.

- Thank you.

- Oh, thank you, sir.

All right. Same bet

as every year.

He or she who wraps

the fewest gifts

gets to wash the Christmas dinner dishes

tomorrow at our house.

This could be great.

I don't like that bet.

I never have.

That's 'cause you're

a perfectionist.

If you'd just

cut out that nonsense,

you would stop

losing every year.

You know what?

I like pretty wrappings,

and I refuse

to rush the process.

Okay, Mom, these presents

are the only ones

these kids

are gonna get.

I don't think they're

gonna notice the wrappings.

Yeah,

but I would.

Yes, and civilization

as we know it would end.

Oh, I'd pipe down if I

were you, Mr. Giggles.

Next to Mom,

you're the absolute

worst gift wrapper

in this group.

Dad, think

about that bet.

I don't own

a single dish.

Do you really

want me washing yours?

Uh, let me

answer that for you.

No.

These gifts, these are

for needy children, right?

Yes.

Okay, so if

you're a needy kid,

do you need a doll?

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