Nobody’s leaving. Nobody’s walking out on this fun, old-fashion family Christmas. No. no. We have a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We’re going to press on and we’re gonna have the hap-hap-happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat, white ass down the chimney tonight, he’s gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse.