Okay. How come you ain't sleeping?
I was looking for something.
You didn't notice if a man came here
and delivered a letter today, did you?
Nope. How come?
Just wondering.
Now you get back to bed. Come here.
Are you sure you ain't Santy Claus?
I'm sure.
I can't even afford to be an elf.
I had two containers of K-rations...
two containers...
...and I had Spam until
it was coming out of my ears!
Aren't you having any breakfast?
No. Not in the mood.
What are you looking at?
The silent majesty of a winter's morn.
The clean...
...cool chill of the holiday air.
An asshole, in a bathrobe,
emptying a chemical toilet into my sewer.
The shitter was full.
Have you checked our shitters, honey?
Clark, please.
He doesn't know any better.
He ought to know it's illegal.
It's a storm sewer.
If it fills with gas, I pity the person
who lights a match within ten yards of it.
Merry Christmas.
The shitter was full.
I have this suspicion that Catherine and
Eddie don't have presents for their kids.
Rocky said Eddie told him
Santa Claus wasn't coming this year.
Ruby Sue said the same thing last night.
How can they have nothing for their kids?
He's been out of work
for almost seven years.
In seven years he couldn't find a job?
Catherine says he's been holding out
for a management position.
So, how's the live bait business?
I can't complain. How you doing?
Not that good, actually.
Your company kill off all them people
in India not long ago?
No, we missed out on that one.
You're pretty set so far as shopping goes?
Well, I can't lie to you, Clark.
The truth is, things ain't goin'
too good at all.
You know I told you I borrowed
the RV from a neighbor?
It's mine.
We live in it.
I had to sell off the house,
the barn, the ten acres...
All I kept was a 50-foot plot,
the pigs and the worm farm.
If I only had back the money
me and Catherine sent that TV preacher...
...that was screwin' the hockey players.
What about the kids?
His kids can fend for themselves.
Your kids.
That's the bitch of it.
I don't know what to do.
We coasted into town on fumes.
The gas money give out in Guerney.
Ellen and I want to help you
give the kids a nice Christmas.
No, Clark, I couldn't do that.
We insist.
No, I'm not one for charity.
I know that, Eddie.
This isn't charity. It's family.
I don't know about that.
Now, come on, if you don't tell me
what they want, I'll get it on my own.
This is a surprise, Clark.
This is a real nice surprise.
Just a real nice surprise.
Here's a list.
Alphabetical, starting with Catherine.
If it wouldn't be too much,
I'd like to get something for you, Clark.
Something really nice.
Is your house on fire, Clark?
No Bethany, those are Christmas lights.
Don't throw me down, Clark.
I'll try not to.
Is this the airport?
We're here!
Me and Bethany figured out
the perfect gift for you.
Uncle Louis, you didn't have to
buy me anything.
Damn it, Bethany, he guessed it.
That was fun.
I love riding in cars.
When did you move to Florida?
Are you still dating Clark?
You know you shouldn't have done that.
Oh, dear. Did I break wind?
Jesus, did the room clear out, Bethany?
Hell, no.
She means presents.
You shouldn't have bought presents.
It isn't every day somebody moves
into a new house.
They didn't move into a new house.
In the living room.
This house is bigger than your old one.
Is Rusty still in the Navy?
Why don't you go into the living room
and say hello to everybody?
Hello, everybody! I should say it?
- Mom?
- What?
This box is meowing.
She wrapped up her damn cat.
- Take it in the kitchen. Open it up.
- And have a cat running around?
We can't leave it in the box.
Why would somebody wrap up
a cat in a box?
She gets confused. She's old.
They don't have much money,
so she takes things from the house...
...wraps them up,
gives them away as presents.
Can't wait to see what I got!
This one here...
...is leaking.
Lime.
It's her Jell-O