Joyce, Xander and others in “The Body”

I think we're just about ready for pie.

And then I'll be pretty much ready for barf.

Xander!

Gross.

You know, barf from the eating. 'Cause all was good and too much goodness.

I'm taking it as a compliment.

Yes, everything was delicious.

Yes. I'm going to barf, too.

Everyone's so sweet.

How you doin' there, Will? Are you in the vomit club, too?

[groans] I had too much nog.

Oh, baby. Want me to rub your tummy? She likes it when I... uh, s-stop explaining things.

My nog tastes funny. I think I got one with rum in it.

That's... bad.

Yeah! Now Santa's gonna pass you right by! Naughty boozehound.

Santa always passes me by. Something puts him off. Could be the big honkin' menorah.

I mean, it's a myth that it's a myth. There is a Santa Claus.

The advantage of having a thousand-year-old girlfriend. Inside scoop.

There's a Santa Claus?

Mm-hmm. Been around since, like, the 1500s. But he wasn't always called Santa. But with, you know, Christmas night, flying reindeer, coming down the chimney -- all true.

All true?

Well, he doesn't traditionally bring presents so much as, you know, disembowel children. But otherwise...

The reindeer part was nice.