It’s Christmas Eve at Tommy’s apartment. Denny is eating an entire gingerbread house and an unhealthy amount of icing as Mark and Lisa make out in the background. Tommy is throwing a football at the wall.
Tommy: Hah, are you excite for Christmas, Denny?
Denny: Oh boy am I!
Tommy: You better hope you good boy this year, else no Santa come with gifts for you!
The sound of hooves and sleigh bells on the roof quiets the room.
Mark: I think I better go back to my apartment, in case Santa comes.
Tommy: Ha, good idea Mahrk.
Lisa: I’d better go with him too, just in case Santa Claus forgets where we live.
Tommy: You so smart, Lisa.
As Mark and Lisa leave, a figure in a red suit slides down Tommy’s chimney, knocking silverware off of the fireplace mantle. It’s none other than old Saint Nick!
Denny: Wow! It’s really him!
Tommy: Oh Santa, oh hah. Wow. How’s your sex life?
Santa: Pretty swell, thanks for asking! I got some special presents for two of my favorite people.
Denny: You hear that Tommy!?
Tommy: Wow, you must be good boy this year!
Santa hands a stack of boxes to Tommy and Denny. Tommy opens the box to find a red dress for Lisa.
Tommy: Oh Santa, you think of errything!
Denny opens his box to find a football.
Denny: Thanks Santa! Now I have a football just like Tommy’s!
Tommy: Hey, let’s go play catch haaah?
The three men throw the football back and forth no more than 3 feet apart.
Tommy: This best Christmas ever!
And no one was sad ever again.