Hello, I'm America's Jane Lynch.
In October 2012,
on the Paramount soundstages,
the cast and crew of Glee
filmed a Christmas episode
entitled "Rough Trade Santa."
Upon viewing the director's cut,
Fox executives recoiled in horror,
and then locked the episode in a lead vault,
where it languished for an entire year.
A new, less-controversial Christmas episode containing
an entire act dedicated to biracial Judaism
was rushed into production and aired in its place.
After a year of pleas from fans all over the world,
the episode will now air...
with several edits.
Gone is an entire subplot
involving Blaine and his obsession with Yule logs.
Lost forever are several scenes explaining
why Will Schuester abandoned his Washington dreams
to come back and teach his merry band
of miscreants and losers.
So, sit back, relax,
have some eggnog and enjoy,
if you dare--
the never-aired Glee Christmas episode.
(Glee Club whooping, applauding)
We're going green, guys.
(all cheering, whooping)
I refuse to give up my wig
and weave-aerosolized luster spray!
Okay, you're fine, Unique.
This year's theme for the 50th Annual
McKinley Classroom Decorating contest is...
"Green is Good."
(all whooping) Sam, Tina.
All right, well, as seniors, Mr. Shue asked us
to take over the, uh, decorating committee this year,
so we're gonna need everyone's help in order to win this thing.
Oh, and we will win.
Because first prize is
an antique glass angel,
hand-blown thousands of years ago.
This holy glass ornament is said to have magical powers
to bring good luck, and possibly a boyfriend
or prom queen dreams to whoever she oversees.
And that person will be me.
Um, don't we all get to share the prize?
We're going au naturel this year.
We're gonna get pine cones, L.E.D. lights.
Are we getting those from the L.E.D. bush out back?
This is exactly the kind of in-fighting
that will make us lose, and I'm not gonna stand for it.
Guys, this is serious!
Cancel your plans for the entire month.
I don't want to hear about any of you
caroling in nursing homes
or feeding the homeless
or giving toys to tots.
Every waking thought will be spent figuring out
how to win me that stupid angel.
Got it?
Well.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
♪ Joy to the... ♪
ALL: Shut up, Blaine!
Okay.
Sync & corrections by wilson0804 www.Addic7ed.com
The McKinley High Non-Denominational
Christmas Club meeting is now called to order.
Vice President Artie Abrams
has the floor.
This Christmas club looks an awful lot like Glee Club.
ARTIE: Nobody panic.
But Principal Figgins just informed me
that McKinley's outdoor manger scene has been defaced
with swastikas and with Satanic symbols.
And Baby Jesus was found stuffed down Figgins' chimney.
Oh, my God, that's horrible!
Christmas is canceled!
Not quite yet, Tina.
Figgins asked the Christmas Club to step in...
and do a living nativity.
Christmas is saved.
And Artie and I have decided
that Jake should play Joseph. I mean...
Joseph was a darkly tanned Jew.
Thank you?
I call dibs on arguably the most important female role
in the history of the world.
The Virgin Mary.
You can't. You're black, and you'd crush the donkey.
I'm a virgin!
That's a shocker.
To think nobody's tickled
inside of your musty, mildewed granny panties
except for the family of crickets that nest in there.
Yeah, well...
you wear a smaller bra than me!
RYDER: All right, girls, come on, okay?
It's Christmas, and we've got a show to do.
Wait, are manger scenes even allowed on school property?
Auditions are tomorrow.
(blows whistle)
KURT: Mmm, what is it? What is it?
(gasps)
Oh, my gosh!
It's My Pretty Princess
Deluxe-All-Jazzed-Up Styling Head!
Aw, Santana, I love it! Thank you so much.
Oh, I had one of these when I was ten.
And I was obsessed with her.
I-I gave this lady smoky eyes every day.
Well, merry Christmas, Lady Hummel.
Now you can relive all your Jeffrey Dahmer fantasies
in the privacy of your own home.
But that's not it because additionally I am giving you
an all-expense-paid trip
to Dildo Island.
It's a real place, it's in Canada.
I got you the deluxe bachelor package.
I think this calls for another glass of my world-famous eggnog.
- Huh? - Yes.
I'm using Giada's recipe,
but you tell me if it's too much all-spice.
You know what I will tell you is that I think
that you've actually become more of a Grandma Moses
since moving to New York.
I mean, you just had a traumatic break-up
with Princess Valiant, and you're single,
you should be living it up.
Oh, like you?
Breezing through here unannounced,
with a sleigh full of Christmas decorations
and presents Ã la Auntie Mame?
By the way, all of these aren't for us, are they?
Oh, no, no, no, I mean, you got your decapitated head.
And one of these is for Berry.
A gallon jug of ProActiv solution
and a booklet of JetBlue vouchers.
The rest are for me.
After what happened with Brittany,
I prescribed myself a little retail therapy.
Mm-hmm. Couldn't be in Lima right now, you know?
Not with her there, it's too soon.
But now I have to book myself a hotel.
In New York City during the holidays?
Are you crazy? Do you know how expensive that will be?
Calm down, Joyce DeWitt.
Okay? It's gonna be fine.
Don't you remember that money
that my mom gave me for graduation?
Your college fund? Mm-hmm.
Please tell me you didn't spend it all
on post-breakup gifts for yourself.
No, no, just half.
(door opens) RACHEL: Kurt?
Oh, my God, Santana!
What are you doing here?
We have our first holiday house guest.
Feliz Navidad!
I decided that I wanted to do something a little different
for the holidays this year.
In that case, you're in luck.
Because I just got Kurt and I
the greatest gig, and you can get in
on it, too, if you want!
We are gonna be Christmas elves
in Santa Land at the Midtown Mall!
I know what you're thinking,
but I've done my research.
And this is where all of the Broadway luminaries
bring their children, so we'll have tons of exposure.
It's gonna be great, please say you're in! Are you in?
Come on, we'll all do it together.
- Sure, yeah. - Yeah!
Yay!
ALL: Cheers!
I am gonna be the best Jewish elf ever.
I'm serious, okay?
What could be greener than foraging
in the woods for Christmas decorations?
Our Christmas tree will have, like, a zero carbon footprint.
Except for cutting down a perfectly healthy tree
and throwing it away two weeks later.
Well... (stammers) exactly!
I'll go into the West Lima Forest Preserve
and get pine cones, deer antlers,
fallen branches and make them into wreaths,
and you'd be surprised at how many Hispanic families
throw birthday parties in there.
I'm even gonna collect all the, uh,
deflated mylar "feliz cumpleaños" balloons
and then I'm gonna make tinsel out of it.
- Perfect. - Yeah.
Hold it right there, sluts!
Hey, Becky.
This is mistletoe.
I'm super horny, so you better give me some tongue!
- What? - Whoa!
I mean it, bitch!
I want to lick those Asian tonsils!
And then once she's got me all warmed up,
I'm gonna make you French me
because it's Christmas and I'm loose.
Oh, dear God.
Becky, you can't just make us French kiss you.
Yes, I can, stripper!
I have special needs, and one of my special needs
is mouth sex with your face!
No, Becky! This is not okay.
You get away with murder at this school
because Sue has made you believe
that the rules don't apply to you!
It's discrimination!
SUE: Ah-ah-ah, no, it's not, honey.
Becky?
That's poison sumac.
That's not mistletoe.
Get your little butt to the nurse's office
for a Silkwood shower, stat!
Can I take the LeCar?
Of course you can take the LeCar.
Oh, Asian Number One.
Stupid Trouty Joe the Happy Strippin' Hobo.
You're exactly right. I have been treating
Becky differently than all the other kids at this school
when I probably should've just treated her
like everybody else.
You've made your point, fair is fair.
And I will adjust my behavior accordingly.
Geez, I just think she needs
to be treated for some sort of sex addiction.
Yeah, okay, I got it, got it.
I'm here to inform you that Principal Figgins
has made me in charge of judging
the 50th Annual Christmas Tree Decorating Contest.
A longstanding tradition here at McKinley High
even though we didn't do it last year.
Or the year before.
Or the year before that.
Anyhoo, I'm just thrilled to be able
to judge the Glee Christmas tree
so I can rank it dead last.
Because I'm sure it's covered
with condoms and dental dams
and suicide hotline pamphlets
and at-home-sex-change kits.
I know that sounds harsh.
But maybe it's just the motivation
that poor little Christmas tree needs
to go out and conquer its dreams
to hop out of that Christmas tree stand,
fly to New York and audition for NYADA.
(grunts) Huh?
(laughs)
(singing indistinctly)
KIDS (chanting): We want Santa! We want Santa!
We want Santa! We want Santa!
(sighs)
I'm seriously regretting these tights.
They smell like Williamstown,
and they're giving me serious mangina.
And I am seriously sensing
some workplace sexism happening over here.
All these little lady elves are dressed
like candy-striped hookers.
Do you think they'll let me keep this when we're done?
Because I am loving this look on me.
Lord of the Bling.
We want Santa! We want Santa!
Has anyone seen Santa?
These Manhattan kids aren't gonna wait much longer.
Uh, there he is.
Merry Christmas! (laughs)
Oh, ho, ho, oh! Calm down.
Calm down, here I am!
(laughing)
No flash photos before I get on my throne, though, okay?
Ah!
Ho, ho, ho! Oh!
Lady elves.
Santa, great.
Uh, well, can we get this line moving for you?
A) Don't ever look directly at me again, Keebler.
Ever!
I don't like you
and your Equity card attitude.
So I'm gonna hit the men's room and craft services,
aka my flask.
Why don't you take care of keeping these kids busy?
Huh? Maybe you could do that Rent medley
that you learned at the last open mic cabaret night, huh?
(laughs) Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.
Okay, this crowd is about to get fugly.
Do we have a plan?
There is always a plan.
We are gonna work some NYADA magic.
Santana, grab a candy cane.
Kurt, hit it.
(Gene Autry's "Here Comes Santa Claus" begins)
♪ Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus ♪
♪ Right down Santa Claus Lane ♪
♪ Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeer ♪
♪ Are pulling on the reins ♪
♪ Bells are ringing, children singing ♪
♪ All is merry and bright ♪
♪ Hang your stockings and say your prayers ♪
♪ 'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight ♪
♪ Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus ♪
♪ Right down Santa Claus Lane ♪
♪ He's got a bag that's filled with toys ♪
♪ For the boys and girls again ♪
♪ Hear those sleigh bells jingle jangle ♪
♪ What a beautiful sight ♪
♪ Jump in bed, cover up your head ♪
♪ 'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight, tonight ♪
♪ Santa Claus comes tonight ♪
♪ Happy days, happy times ♪
♪ Listen to the bells and chimes ♪
♪ As Santa Claus comes your way today ♪
♪ Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus ♪
♪ Right down Santa Claus Lane ♪
♪ He doesn't care if you're rich or poor ♪
♪ For he loves you just the same ♪
♪ Santa knows that we're God's children ♪
♪ And that makes everything right ♪
♪ Fill your hearts with the Christmas cheer ♪
♪ 'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight ♪ ♪ Tonight ♪
♪ Santa Claus comes tonight ♪
♪ Stand by ♪
(humming melody)
Whoo!
♪ Peace on Earth will come to all ♪
♪ If we just follow the light ♪
(Kurt hums melody)
♪ Let's give thanks to the Lord above ♪ ♪ To the Lord above ♪
♪ 'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight ♪
♪ Happy days, happy times ♪
♪ Listen to the bells and chimes ♪
♪ Here comes Santa Claus. ♪
(song ends)
Ah, just goes to show you, even in New York,
all you need is just a little magic.
Let's go already! You guys suck eggs!
Oh, my God!
(screaming)
Hey.
Us girls were talking and we figured that since all of us
obviously want to play the Virgin Mary
in the nativity scene, we should all audition together.
No, thanks.
Okay. I was just trying to be nice.
I have a very low tolerance for nice.
I may seem really cool and loving for a week or two,
but then my body rejects it like a virus
and I move back into my natural state
of cruel, selfish insensitivity.
The fact is, that between lady-man
and his junk flapping around on stage,
you probably passing out at some point during the audition,
and the basic truth that there is no way
they're going to let a Chinese girl play Mary.
I think Tina's Korean.
I would get that part hands down if I wanted it.
But I don't.
(sighs)
(phone buzzing)
(annoyed): What?
Where are you?!
I'm taking a much-needed break, okay?
It is exhausting playing a slutty elf.
KURT: Get back here!
Santa passed out in his own vomit
and probably crapped his pants.
And until the mall can find a replacement,
we need you to come back and play Mrs. Claus!
No, no, you play Mrs. Claus, Lady Hummel.
You were born to play Mrs. Claus and Mrs. Butterworth
and Bea Arthur and Barbara Bush.
(sighs) The mob's getting restless out there.
Oh, my God, we are begging you!
Please come here and help us!
(sighs)
(all cheer)
♪ Rocking around the Christmas tree ♪
♪ At the Christmas party hop ♪
♪ Mistletoe hung where you can see ♪
♪ Every couple tries to stop ♪
♪ Rocking around the Christmas tree ♪
♪ Let the Christmas spirit ring ♪
♪ Later we'll have some pumpkin pie ♪
♪ And we'll do some caroling ♪
♪ You will get a sentimental feeling ♪
♪ When you hear ♪
♪ Voices singing, "Let's be jolly ♪
♪ Deck the halls with boughs of holly" ♪
♪ Rocking around the Christmas tree ♪
♪ Have a happy holiday ♪
♪ Everyone dancing merrily ♪
♪ In the new old-fashioned way ♪
(cheering)
♪ You will get a sentimental feeling ♪
♪ When you hear ♪
♪ Voices singing, "Let's be jolly ♪
♪ Deck the halls with boughs of holly" ♪
♪ Rocking around the Christmas tree ♪
♪ At the Christmas party hop ♪
♪ Mistletoe hung where you can see ♪
♪ Every couple tries to stop ♪
♪ Rocking around the Christmas tree ♪
♪ Have a happy holiday ♪
♪ Happy-happy-hap ♪
♪ Everyone dancing merrily ♪
♪ In the new old-fashioned... ♪
♪ Way... ♪
(song ends)
(all cheer)
KIDS: We want Santa! We want Santa!
Merry Christmas, shoppers!
Well, it turns out Santa has got a bit
of a drinking problem.
Got into the schnapps last night,
and he was a little hard to get out of bed.
But-but... but it is actually Mrs. Claus
who's been writing the list
of who's been naughty and who's been nice
and forcing us elves to work at the sweatshop,
and she has made a special trip to Santa Land,
and you guys get to tell her what you want for Christmas!
Who's excited?
Who's excited?!
So here she is, Mrs. Claus!
(kids cheer)
Merry Christmas!
Who's ready to sit on my lap?
Whoo!
And what would you like for Christmas?
I want a Doc McStuffins Time-for-Your-Check-up Doll.
Ooh, so cute.
Well, that sounds a little molesty.
I mean, I didn't start playing doctor till I was nine.
I'll see what I can do.
I think that somebody needs to freeze the fat for Christmas
because somebody weighs more than Mrs. Claus.
Whoa, stop right there.
You look a little Jewish, right?
Rachel, you think?
Okay, bye.
I think... Did you...?
I think he pooped in his pants.
I want a Kinder College Learning Laptop.
Why don't we just get you an iPad?
You can't even get porn
on whatever you just asked me for, okay?
Ah!
Hey, how's it going?
You look exactly like a young
Brittany S. Pierce, doesn't she?
Brittany is my ex-girlfriend, and she just dumped me,
which is why I'm even here and why I have this job.
And we're lesbians.
You know, and, like, I'd never been with...
Okay, great job!
What would you like for Christmas?
I'd like...
Oh, no, you know what?
I think that you should ask Santa
to get your daddy a job with some dental benefits,
because your grill is freaking jacked up.
Do you see this?
I think that Mrs. Claus needs a break.
This is going well, right?
You guys, she's coming!
And one, two...
(humming "O Tannenbaum")
What's this ornament made of?
It's a suet cake for migratory songbirds,
and it's loaded with wildflower seeds
for the birds to poop out in their deforested
wintering grounds in the Amazon River Basin.
- What species? - BOTH: Douglas fir!
Which is the primary habitat of?
Red tree vole.
And what happened to the vole you left homeless
when you cut down this tree?
Um, do you mean Richie?
Because he came here to live with us.
(humming continues)
Well, Glee Club, I gotta hand it to you.
I thought Becky Jackson was going to take
first prize this year, but she didn't really get the concept
of "green decorations."
Here it is, Coach!
See? Everything's green!
Green apples, green bananas, peas,
an Apple Jacks box,
grass clippings, moldy bread.
I won't be announ...
You're still humming.
Okay.
I won't be announcing the winner until tomorrow morning,
but I have to admit, for once, Glee Club,
you haven't totally screwed everything up.
Happy holidays.
(humming continues)
(vocalizing)
(whooping)
Since this year's living nativity
has a singing element to it,
and since I'm no expert when it comes to judging
show choir star power...
I am, in fact, sitting right here.
...I asked Mr. Shue to help out with our auditions
- for the Virgin Mary. - Thanks, Coach.
I'm happy to help judge your potential virgins.
And it looks like first up we have
- a group audition. - Yes.
Ladies, whenever you're ready,
the manger is yours.
♪ Mary's boy child Jesus Christ ♪
♪ Was born on Christmas Day ♪
(Boney M.'s "Mary's Boy Child" playing)
♪ Long time ago in Bethlehem ♪
♪ So the Holy Bible said ♪
♪ Mary's boy child Jesus Christ ♪
♪ Was born on Christmas Day ♪
♪ Hark now, hear the angels sing ♪
♪ A king was born today ♪
♪ And man will live forevermore ♪
♪ Because of Christmas Day ♪
♪ For a moment the world was aglow ♪
♪ All the bells rang out, there were tears of joy and laughter ♪
♪ People shouted, "Let everyone know ♪
♪ There is hope for all to find peace" ♪
♪ Hark now, hear the angels sing ♪
♪ A king was born today ♪
♪ And man will live forevermore ♪
♪ Because of Christmas Day ♪
♪ Oh, my Lord, you sent your son to save us ♪
♪ Oh, my Lord, your very self you gave us ♪
♪ Oh, my Lord, that sin may not enslave us ♪
♪ And love may reign once more ♪
♪ Oh, my Lord ♪ ♪ Oh, praise the Lord ♪
♪ You sent your son to save us ♪
♪ Oh, my Lord ♪ ♪ This day will live forever ♪
♪ Oh, my Lord ♪
♪ So praise the Lord ♪ ♪ And full of admiration ♪
♪ They realized what they had ♪
♪ Until the sun falls from the sky ♪
♪ Oh, my Lord ♪
♪ So praise the Lord ♪ ♪ And full of admiration ♪
♪ They realized what they had. ♪ ♪ Until the sun falls from the sky. ♪
(cheering)
Oh, yeah! (whooping)
Wow.
Ladies, I'm breathless.
And I've got a little Jamaican in me,
and that touched home
in a very real way.
Are there any other last-minute auditions for the Virgin Mary?
(sighs)
No, but I'm afraid we're gonna get killed.
There's, like, a mob of angry parents out there.
We're never gonna get hired as holiday retail temps again.
It's over, it's all over.
No, it's not.
How you doing?
Cody Tolentino.
But you can just call me "Sexy Claus."
Heard some chatter about
there was some trouble over here?
Us Santas tend to keep
pretty close ranks. SANTANA: Okay, listen.
Even I'll admit that my girl-loving vagina
is feeling a little jingle bell from you,
but, uh, we don't need your help.
Okay, well, then...
I'll just go.
But if I were you guys, I would...
I would leave out the back door.
I mean, these places tend to turn people into animals
when 'tis the season.
You mess with somebody's Yule,
and they will trample your ass.
Okay, no, please. I'm sorry, we-we don't...
we don't want to be trampled, so...
what do we need to do?
KURT: Yes. Anything. Truly.
Uh, I'm Kurt, by the way. Newly single.
Well, it's not a one-day fix.
I can calm things down
for today, but if you truly want
to save Christmas for this store
and all of you,
it's gonna take the rest of the week.
I hereby deputize each of you
as my elves.
Ooh, we're deputized. Sounds fun.
What are our responsibilities?
Well, let's not get into that just yet.
I like to get to know my elves first.
So what do you guys say?
Maybe dinner?
Your place?
How's 8:00?
Right on.
Merry Christmas, everybody.
Ho ho ho.
And that's why ancient Egyptians
regarded dung beetles as sacred.
(chiming over P.A. system)
Attention, McKinley idiots.
Come on.
Here are your morning announcements that were
obviously too unimportant to be mentioned until now.
The three runners-up
in the politically-correct
green-themed Christmas Tree
Decorating Contest are...
the Biology Club...
...the 420 Club...
Oh, sick.
...and Beiste and the football team.
(whoops)
BECKY: What about me, Coach?
What about me?
Inside voice, Becky.
And the winner
of the tacky plastic angel made in the Philippines
by a 12-year-old child slave
is...
bah, humbug... the glee club.
(cheering, screaming)
(panting) Don't, Becky. Becky, don't.
(screams) Becky, no. Don't, don't...
Whoa!
(P.A. goes silent)
Everything's fine.
(school bell rings) Okay.
(sighs)
Yeah.
- That's it. - Yep.
Thanks, Will.
(sighs)
(growls)
KITTY: Shocker.
The virgin Marley
gets to play the Virgin Mary.
Aren't you worried about typecasting?
What's with the snark?
I asked you to audition,
and you said... I didn't want it.
You obviously do.
I don't get it.
If this is something that is important to you,
maybe we can talk
to Mr. Shue...
Don't you get it?
I'm a Christian, and I know what it means
to have the Virgin Mary's spirit in your heart.
I don't have it.
And I don't deserve to be her.
To tell you the truth,
I'm more like Mary Magdalene.
Hey...
Do we really have to take down all of the ornaments?
Rachel, yes.
I thought it'd be nice to have a tree-trimming party
to, you know, get us in
the holiday spirit. We all set in there?
If, by "all set," you mean
did I light the candy-cane scented candles on the toilet,
then yes, we are all set.
Good, perfect.
Now, here. Try this.
I added some nutmeg.
No.
I think that needs some kick.
I mean, come on, Kurt.
Don't all you gays love Julia Child?
Didn't she, like, spike everything?
Well, I guess I could add
- some cooking sherry in here. - Yes.
(knock at door)
Ho. Ho. Ho.
Merry Christmas.
God, this is unbelievable.
(Santana giggles)
I mean...
for struggling actors,
geez, you guys got a great apartment.
Is that vintage?
Uh-huh, yeah.
- I-I love vintage. - Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Albums.
KURT: Well, you gotta have vintage.
- Wow! - Yep.
So, uh... you got any tricks
- in that bag, Santa? - Oh...
Well, you know, I do
do all kinds of parties.
Kids, bachelorette...
bachelor...
Well, let's see.
I got balloons
and helium...
Costumes.
All kinds of stuff.
So how did you guys all meet?
We were in, um, high school glee club together.
Kurt and I first,
and then... it's just...
it's complicated. (laughs)
Glee club, huh? Mmm.
Do you guys take requests?
'Cause I just thought of something
truly amazing.
(The Chipmunks' "Christmas Don't Be Late" begins)
All right, you chipmunks.
Ready to sing your song?
(high-pitched voice): I'll say we are!
(high-pitched voice): Yeah, let's sing it now!
Okay, Rachel?
(high-pitched voice): Okay.
CODY: Okay, Santana?
Okay!
Okay, Kurt?
Kurt!
Okay!
♪ Christmas, Christmas time is near ♪
♪ Time for toys ♪
♪ And time for cheer ♪
♪ We've been good but we can't last ♪
♪ Hurry, Christmas, hurry fast ♪
♪ Want a plane that loops the loop ♪
♪ Me, I want a hula hoop ♪
♪ We can hardly stand the wait ♪
♪ Please, Christmas, don't be late ♪
♪
Okay, fellas, take it away.
Very good. My turn.
Very good, Santana.
Now, Kurt, you were a little flat.
Watch me.
Kurt.
Kurt...
- Kurt! - Okay!
♪ Want a plane that loops the loop ♪
♪ I still want a hula hoop ♪
♪ We can hardly stand the wait ♪
♪ Please, Christmas, don't be late ♪
♪ We can hardly stand the wait ♪
♪ Please, Christmas, don't be late. ♪
(high-pitched giggling)
- That is good... - Oh, my gosh...
Tickle me.
(giggling)
This is the best Christmas present ever.
Besides curing cancer
and peace on Earth, of course. True.
Hey, Trouty Mouth.
Hey, Tokyo Rose.
Merry Christmas.
Are these teeth? (rattles)
Not any teeth. My baby teeth.
To remind you
of the pure, innocent love
of Baby Jesus.
Thanks, Becky.
That's... very sweet of you.
We were sorry you didn't, you know,
win the contest.
Tell me about it.
I'm still recovering from Coach Sue's critique.
Well, I appreciate your literal interpretation of "green,"
but it looks like
you fished all this stuff
right out of the school Dumpster.
It's recycled!
What it is, is lazy.
Okay, okay.
I wanted to go home
and watch Gigolos on Showtime.
So I did it half-assed.
I feel like you guys.
Losers.
Anyways, happy holidays.
♪
- I love Christmas. - Me, too.
- And I love New York. - Me, too.
You know what?
You should totally move here.
- No. No way. - Yeah.
I mean, what about my scholarship
to the University of Louisville?
There's no way that I could just leave
in the middle of the school year
for no good reason and come here.
Look, I know that it's impossible,
but you could, like, live here with me
and Kurt...
Where?
Where's Kurt?
- Yeah, and Studly Claus? - Kurt. Kurt?
RACHEL: Kurt?
- Oh, my God! - Oh, hell no.
That is not happening. (squeals)
Oh, don't worry, ladies.
Santa swings both ways.
What?
What's the matter, Santana?
Jealous?
No, I am disgusted
and also impressed.
Who knew the Queen of England could be so trashy?
(gasps) Aren't you the one
who's always calling me Miss Priss?
And telling me that I need to live it up a bit?
Well, you're right.
I'm in New York,
I'm single, I'm available,
and your hot buttered rum concoction
is dangerously lowering my inhibitions.
So why not throw caution to the wind?
In that case, let's drink up.
Let's do it.
CODY: Ladies, join us for a toast.
Here's to being naughty this Christmas.
To being naughty. Oh...
(Santana laughs)
Santana?
Santana, wake up.
Oh, my God.
(groans)
Oh, my God.
Oh, the last time I felt like this
was when I was roofied at Lilith Fair.
Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God, help me up. - Come here.
(groans)
Oh, my God, Rachel...
Oh, my God.. Where's all our nice things?
I don't know, I don't know.
The last thing I remember was Lady Hummel
bouncing quarters off of Santa's abs.
(muffled grunt)
- Kurt. - Kurt.
(grunting) (gasps)
Oh, my God!
Take that out of his mouth.
What happened?
Are you okay? What is this?
It was rough-trade Santa, that's what happened!
Oh, God! We were role-playing,
and he wanted me to be his Rudolph,
and when I said no, well, he stopped being so jolly.
Oh, God, he took off his suspenders
and he tied me up.
And-And, well, he did say it was sexy kissing me
because it was like I had no teeth.
That's disgusting. This is disgusting.
But then he just admitted that-that he was only here
to rob us blind anyway.
Oh, I think I'm gonna be sick.
(groans)
Wait... Did Kitty really say she wasn't worthy?
You sure she wasn't just being snarky?
Or body-snatched?
No. In that moment, she was totally, like, a real person.
If we can get Kitty to take
the role of the Virgin Mary, get into
those vestments and stand in the middle
of that nativity scene
holding the Baby Jesus, maybe she'll realize
she is worthy,
and she'll stop being so insanely horrible.
Oh, a Christmas present to us all.
I tried to offer her the part,
but she wouldn't take it.
I know how to make her take it.
Sam, the Christmas angel is not like the Stanley Cup.
You can't take it home with you.
Oh, this? Yeah, um...
we decided to give it away.
Uh, to Becky. Becky's like a sad little...
Hermey the Elf waddling aimlessly into a snow drift,
and we thought that giving her the angel
might light her up like Rudolph's nose.
Well, that walks a dangerously fine line
between being really sweet and horribly condescending.
Don't worry, Artie, we've got something else for her, too.
(blows whistle)
Remember, guys, you're tired, you're hungry
but ironically excited.
All right, dress rehearsal. Places. Let's go.
KITTY: Wait, Marley, why aren't you dressed as the Virgin Mary?
We all decided that the only girl
who could do the part justice is...
The black one. (giggles)
UNIQUE (whoops): Joseph, honey, get me to the stable. I'm about to pop!
(Diana Ross & the Supremes' "Love Child" begins)
♪ Ooh... ♪
♪ Hey ♪
♪ You think that I don't feel love ♪
♪ But what I feel for you is real love ♪
♪ In others' eyes I see reflected ♪
♪ A hurt, scorned, rejected ♪
♪ Love child ♪
♪ Never meant to be ♪
♪ Love child ♪
♪ Born in poverty ♪
♪ Love child ♪
♪ Never meant to be ♪
♪ Love child ♪
♪ Take a look at me ♪
♪ I started my life ♪
♪ In an old, cold, run-down ♪
♪ Tenement slum ♪ ♪ Tenement slum ♪
♪ My father left, he never ♪
♪ Even married Mom, I shared the guilt my mama knew ♪
♪ So afraid that others knew ♪
♪ I had no name ♪ ♪ Ah ♪
♪ This love we're contemplating ♪
♪ Is worth the pain of waiting, we'll only ♪
♪ End up hating
♪ The child we may be creating ♪
♪ Love child ♪
♪ Never meant to be ♪
♪ Love child ♪ ♪ Scorned by ♪
♪ Society ♪
♪ Love child ♪
♪ Always second best ♪
♪ Love child, different from the rest ♪
♪ Hold on, hold on, just a little bit longer ♪ ♪ Mmm, baby♪
♪ Hold on, hold on ♪
♪ Just a little bit longer ♪ ♪ Mmm, baby ♪
♪ Don't think that I don't need you ♪
♪ Don't think I don't want to please you ♪
♪ No child of mine'll be bearing ♪
♪ The name of shame I've been wearing ♪
♪ Love child, love child ♪
♪ Never quite as good ♪
♪ Afraid, ashamed ♪
♪ Misunderstood ♪
♪ But I'll always love you ♪ ♪ Love child ♪
♪ Hold on ♪ ♪ Always love you ♪
♪ Love child ♪ ♪ Love child ♪
♪ Wait just a little bit ♪
♪ I'll always, I'll always ♪
♪ I'll always love you, love child ♪ ♪ Love child. ♪
- Yes. All right. - Yes.
- Not bad, not bad, guys. Uh, just a few notes. - Wow.
Um, Ryder, deliver the baby
- a few bars earlier. - You got it.
Wait. N-No.
That was the most sacrilegious
and profane horror show I have ever seen.
Racist.
Mr. Shue, you cannot let this abomination happen
to the most beautiful story ever told.
We have to do this the right way or not at all.
- I'll play the Virgin Mary. - WILL: Not so fast.
Um, is that okay with you, Unique?
Happy holidays. You get the part.
(cheering)
Oh, Kitty.
Oh! (chuckles)
(indistinct chatter)
Hey, Becky, there you are.
- Uh, didn't you hear the news? - What are you talking about?
There was a recount on the tree decorating contest,
and it turns out you actually won.
But my tree was a bag of diapers.
It's Ohio, Becky. It's a swing state.
You know, the votes can always go either way.
The point is: the angel's yours.
Merry Christmas. Congratulations.
I love you, plastic angel.
Oh, and there's something else. There's a, um, part left
in the living nativity that no one else can play.
Do you think you can help us out?
(groans) Santana, I feel like such a fool.
I just wanted to get outside of myself, you know,
let myself be free for once, and look what happened.
Everything, including my collection
of Broadway Playbills, was stolen.
(sighs) I've never felt so ashamed.
That's why I could never live here.
Bushwick is worse than Lima Heights.
You can't tell anyone about this.
Even though Blaine and I are broken up,
you can never tell him. Promise me. I promise.
RACHEL: Hey. Okay, so I just got back from the mall.
Turns out that Cody ransacked Santa Land as well.
He even took all of the money from the Salvation Army bucket.
The police said that we were lucky that we weren't hurt.
(scoffs) Uh... More hurt.
But, needless to say, our services at the Midtown Mall
are no longer required.
(sighs) This is gonna follow us.
The fact that we were fired from our jobs as Christmas elves
is gonna be a black mark on our acting résumés
- for the rest of our lives. - Not if we have
something else to make up for it, which I do.
So, I was getting off of the subway and I was passing
Fifth Avenue... No, Rachel, another one of your crazy jobs?
We barely survived the first one.
Trust me, Santana. This job will not only test our mettle
as performers, but we will be protected by the safety
of bulletproof glass.
This is obviously myrrh, not frankincense.
- No, no, no. That's-that's frankincense. - Um...
(overlapping arguing) Guys, can we just talk about how great everybody looks?
Look at you guys. You guys look phenomenal. Where's Becky?
BECKY: This hay is making me have a rash.
BLAINE: Becky, you're a genius!
- Genius! - All you have to do is just kneel right here.
- It's gonna look perfect. - Yes!
- You look amazing. - Great job!
How did you think of that?
Kitty...
Virgin in the house, bitches.
You look beautiful.
(cheering)
Places, everyone!
("Away in a Manger" begins with a cappella humming)
♪ Away in a manger ♪
♪ No crib for a bed ♪
♪ The little Lord Jesus ♪
♪ Lay down his sweet head ♪
♪ The stars in the sky ♪ ♪ Ooh... ♪
♪ Looked down where he lay ♪
♪ The little Lord Jesus ♪
♪ Asleep on the hay ♪
♪ The cattle are lowing ♪
♪ The poor baby wakes ♪
♪ But little Lord Jesus ♪
♪ No crying he makes ♪
♪ I love thee, Lord Jesus ♪
♪ Look down from the sky ♪
♪ And stay by my cradle ♪
♪ Till morning is nigh ♪
♪ Be near me, Lord Jesus ♪ ♪ Ooh... ♪
♪ I ask thee to stay ♪
♪ Close by me forever ♪
♪ And love me, I pray ♪
♪ Bless all the dear children ♪
♪ In thy tender care ♪
♪ And take us to Heaven ♪
♪ To live with thee there. ♪ (cheering)
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