"That has got to be the dumbest thing I've ever heard." Britta snorted, as she hung a yellow star ornament on the tree. "It doesn't even make sense! Look at me I'm following a star across a desert for fun, wheee!"

Shirley straightened next to her. "Oh sure, you don't believe in God now, but tomorrow morning when there are presents, you won't have any problem taking from him." She smiled sweetly to hide the sharpness of her words.

"Santa brings presents, Shirley. Not God." Britta rolled her eyes.

"GUYS. No religion." Jeff shouted from the kitchen. "Not on Christmas Eve, it's sacred."

"I'll make your ass sacred…" Shirley mumbled as she turned her attention back to the tree.

/

"Just a little. It won't hurt. You might even like it." Jeff whispered into Annie's ear as they stood in the kitchen.

"Jeff, no!" Annie looked up into his eyes, feeling her resistance falter. "Besides, what about everyone else?"

"They don't have to know." He grinned, with his trademark Winger half smile. He'd never tell Abed, but he stole that grin after watching one too many Harrison Ford movies. He always gets the girl, doesn't he?

Annie looked around, her eyes shifting. "You don't think they would notice?" she whispered, her eyelashes fluttering, and a blush tinting her cheeks.

"I don't think they would care. I have it right here, come on, just let me put it in." Jeff moved closer to her.

"No Jeff, you can't spike the cider!" Annie nodded with finality, as she stirred the aromatic liquid.

"You're no fun." Jeff mumbled, as he leaned back against the counter to resume texting.

/

Troy followed Abed around the apartment, begging his friend to stop making the high pitched EEEEEEEE noise he was emitting. "I didn't mean it, I take it back!" Troy yelled over Abed's noise. "The blorgons are just as good as the crying cherubs, I'm sorry!"

Troy's last word was too loud, as Abed finally stopped moving and making noise.

"The crying cherubs, while haunting, are a new invention, which are often misused. The blorgons are a classic villain, around which the whole series is based. If you, my constable can't see that, I need to rethink some things." With that, Abed turned and locked himself in Jeff's bathroom.

"Abed no!" Troy screamed, as he banged on the door. He sobbed as he slid down the door to the floor. "I might have to poop in there! I might… have to poop… in there…." He sobbed.

/

Pierce slammed the door to the apartment open. He had no fewer than 8 bags around his arms, and he was covered in snow.

"I WIN CHRISTMAS!" He declared, as everyone turned their full attention to him.

"Oh my god, Pierce! You're getting snow all over Jeff's apartment!" Annie rushed to him, and tried to help get the bags off of his arms. Pierce twisted and turned, knocking over Jeff's lamp, and scattering snow everywhere.

"Since when is it even snowing?" Jeff grunted, barely even looking up from his phone.

"Guys?" Abed asserted, as he emerged from the bathroom, "You might want to look outside." Abed rushed towards the window, and threw open the curtains to the entire group's gasps. It was snowing hard, and there were several inches of snow building up on Jeff's fire escape.

Abed smiled to himself. "Trapped inside for Christmas. Classic sitcom framing device. Cool. Cool, Cool, Cool."