It's Christmas Eve. Lincoln was helping out Lisa, sending the last letters to Santa Claus. Now Clyde's letter had been sent through the teleporter.

"I hope he knows how to make love potions." Clyde said and he pictured Lori falling in love with him.

"Well that's the last of them." Lincoln said. Then he gasped. "Wait! Mr. Grouse still hasn't written his letter yet!"

He ran over to his neighbor's house with papers. "Mr. Grouse, hurry! Mr. Grouse!"

He bursts into his house as the old man is watching tv.

"Lincoln, what are you doing?"

Lincoln is at a desk. "Don't worry Grouse, I'll help you write."

He begins writing. "Dear Santa Claus.."

"Lincoln, forget it."

"Right, too formal. Hi Santa-"

"Lincoln, no."

"Howdy Claus?"

Mr. Grouse pushes the white haired boy outside. "I'm not writing a letter to a guy who doesn't even exist."

"But Mr. Grouse, when Santa comes you'll be the only one without a present."

"Loud, how many times do I have to say it? I don't believe in Santa Claus!"

"C'mon Mr. Grouse, all you have to do is write a letter. What have you got to lose?"

"My self respect. My sanity. My beard." Mr. Grouse shuts the door.

"Mr. Grouse, c'mon." The Louds And everyone else try to get the elderly man to come outside.

"Come on, Mr. Grouse! Don't be a party pooper!"

Mr. Grouse pokes his head out the window. "Santa Claus is a big phony! The Louds have got you all fooled!"

He heads to his bedroom and into bed. "Those morons are gonna be up all night while I get a full night's sleep."

He tries to sleep, but the singing of the citizens keep him awake.

"Oh, Santa's coming tonight tonight! Santa's coming tonight! Santa's coming tonight tonight! Santa's coming tonight!"

"C'mon everyone!" Luna encouraged. "Let's all sing until Santa gets here!"

The citizens continue to sing until morning. They're all tired now and they're singing wearily. And Santa hasn't showed up.

"Hey, where's Santa?" Chaz wondered. All the citizens stare at the Louds.

"Um, he should be here in precisely one minute." Lisa stated. "I think."

Luna began to sing again. "Santa's coming tonight tonight! Santa's coming-"

The crowd of people started to leave and complain.

"Thanks for the lies, Mr. Fairy tale." One guy said to Lincoln.

"We can't even buy presents for Christmas now." Becky said. "All the stores are closed."

"Let's go waste our time somewhere else." Flip said. The citizens left.

"Guys, where's your Christmas spirit?" Luan said.

"He's probably just running late." Lucy said.

"Yeah, fat guys get hungry right?" Leni said. The Loud family waited some more, but soon they got tired of waiting.

"Kids, I can't say I'm not disappointed because then I'd be lying." Rita said.

"I should've know Santa wasn't coming." Lynn Sr. whined. "He never came to visit me when I was a kid."

The parents headed back inside the house.

"Never trust a genie." Leni said and the sisters started to go back inside their house.

"This is bogus, dudes." Luna said.

"I guess Santa really is a phony." Lucy said.

"I hate crystal balls." Lana said.

Lincoln was left outside, looking upset. There was one citizen who was happy. Mr. Grouse. He came out of his house, which was decorated in giant candy canes, wreaths, Santa's reindeer, etc. He held out a megaphone. "Oh boy! Merry Christmas! Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!"

He went over to the sad white haired boy. "Well, what do we have here? Aww, our happiest Christmas picture."

Mr. Grouse took out his phone to take a picture of Lincoln. "Could you move over a little?" Lincoln mover next to a snowman. "Say Santa Claus!"

"Santa Claaaus…" Lincoln said sadly. Mr. Grouse took his photo. He smiled at the sight of the very sad boy.

"Aww, our best Christmas." Mr. Grouse did a mocking dance and sang off key. "This Christmas feels like the very best Christmas! The very best Christmas is this Christmas cause it feels like the very best Christmas today!" (donkey noises) He laughs and shakes his butt in front of Lincoln.

"You were right, Mr. Grouse. Santa doesn't exist!" Lincoln sulked as he put his head down. He held out a present. "I still want you to have this."

Mr. Grouse stopped his celebration and took the gift. "Huh? What's this?"

"A present. I made it so you wouldn't feel left out when SANTA CAME!" Lincoln sobbed and walked away.

"Well, Gee, I, um, I-"

"You're welcome." Lincoln left.

"Lincoln? He made a present for me? Pfft! It's probably one of his comics, or a robot toy, or (in a hillbilly accent) his favorite underpants." Mr. Grouse opens the box and was surprised at what he saw. It was a trophy that looked like him. "My own trophy? It's beautiful." He read the label on it.

"Mr. Grouse, #1 neighbor." Mr. Grouse started to tear up. "Nobody's ever called me number one before. This is one of the best presents I've ever gotten. Oh, I feel like a-I feel like a-I feel like a (donkey noise) big jerk! What have I done to poor Lincoln and his family? Hey, Lincoln!"

Mr. Grouse saw that Lincoln had a thunder cloud over his head as it rained onto him.

"The poor kid." Mr. Grouse said with guilt. "All he wanted to do was spread some joy."

"I guess I better get this stuff off of Mr. Grouse's place." Lincoln walked over to his neighbors place was about to remove a candy cane decoration until he heard someone.

"Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!" Mr. Grouse was on his roof and was dressed up as Santa.

Lincoln looked around. "Huh? Who's there? Hello?"

"Up here kid! Merry Christmas!"

Lincoln looked up and was surprised. "C-could it be?"

"Yes, it is I, Santa Claus! Ho! Ho! Hooooooooo!" Mr. Grouse slipped and fell off the roof, landing on his back in front of Lincoln.

"Oh my gosh! Are you ok, Santa?"

Mr. Grouse groaned as he got back up and straightened his back. "I'm fine."

"Wow." Lincoln said amazed. "You're actually here. You're actually here! I'm so excited to see you!"

"I knew you would be."

Lincoln hugged the old man. "Oh Santa. I should've left you some milk and cookies."

"It's okay. I have plenty of milk and cookies at my place."

"And where's your sleigh and your reindeer?"

"Uhh...I loaned them to the Easter bunny."

"And what about that nose?" Lincoln honked Mr. Grouse's nose. "I knew you were supposed to have a big one. But that thing's gigantic."

"Alright already, I'm Santa!"

"Oh Santa." Lincoln hugged Grouse again. "You've given me the greatest gift I could ask. Thank you for coming to Royal Woods."

"It was my pleasure, Lincoln." Mr. Grouse said, glad to see Lincoln happy.

"I can't wait to tell my family!" Lincoln ran off to his place.

Mr. Grouse waved to him. "Merry Christmas, Lincoln! Merry Christmas!

Phew. I'm glad that's over."

Then all the Louds showed up.

"Santa!" Lana yelled excitedly. "You're really here!"

"I can't believe it!" Lynn Sr. said surprised.

"Can we get our presents now?" Lola said eagerly.

Mr. Grouse wasn't prepared for this. "Uh, well, I, I'm not really, um-"

"Go ahead, Santa." Lincoln said. "See? He made my Christmas wish come true. He won't let you guys down."

"Oh, right. Just a second." The old man went into his house, and looked around. "Oh man, what do I do now? Should I give them tool collection? My old workout tapes? Lasagna? There's gotta be something around here. Oh, I've got it."

Mr. Grouse came back out with a sack full of old stuff. "Here you go, Loud family."

Lynn Sr. got a bell. Lana got a wrench. Leni got a nightgown. Lola got a gold necklace. Lily got fuzzy dice. Rita got a spa magazine. Lucy got a monster mask. Lori got a hair dryer. Luna got a wig (that kinda looked like Mick Swagger's hairstyle). Luan got a little clown doll which had a laugh track inside. Lynn got figure skates and Lisa got an old life science book. The Louds all adored their gifts.

"Thanks Santa!" They said in unison.

"Hey Santa, can I keep this spare Santa hat?" Lincoln said as he found one.

"Sure, why not?" Mr. Grouse said.

"Ok. Thanks."

The Louds left with their gifts.

"That actually felt good." Mr. Grouse admitted.

"Ahem." Mr. Grouse noticed a line of people in front of his house.

"Hey Santa, where's my present?" Flip asked.

"And my present?" Mrs. Johnson asked.

"Don't forget about me." Scoots said.

"Um, let's see what Santa has for all you good people." Mr. Grouse went back and inside. "Think fast, Santa. Gifts for the people. Aha!"

He came back out with a pogo stick for Benny. "Here you are young man."

Benny took it. "Nice. A pogo stick."

Mr. Grouse got a gift for Darcy. It was a stuffed reindeer doll.

"Thanks Santa."

Mr. Grouse got a gift for Liam. A sombrero. "Here you go, kid."

"Wow. A Mexican cowboy hat."

Mr. Grouse ended up giving everything in his house to every citizen in Royal Woods. The last guy left with a couch.

"Thank you Santa."

Inside Mr. Grouse's house, there was nothing left. The old man tore off his Santa outfit and sat on the floor. "What was I thinking? I gave away all my stuff just so Lincoln and his family would be happy. Am I insane?"

There was a knock on the door. "You might as well take the door. That's all that's left."

Grouse opened the door to see an overly ecstatic Lincoln. "Mr. Grouse, you just missed him! He was here, just like I said! He gave us all presents! He was jolly and he had a beard! He had a big nose and rosy cheeks! He was friendly and kind and Santa-ish!"

Mr. Grouse turned Lincoln around and the boy walked off, waving his arms as he was still yapping about Santa. "Well, at least it's over." Then he noticed a bottle with paper inside on his front mat. "Huh? What's this?"

He took the paper out of the bottle. It was a letter. He read it. Dear Bud Grouse, thanks for all your help! You've been a real good boy this year! Warm regards, Santa Claus. Then the letter disappeared and Mr. Grouse heard Santa's voice and was shocked to see the existing Santa taking flight in his sleigh. Santa waved at him, going crazy as he said his "ho ho's."

Mr. Grouse had his mouth open for a moment.

"Yep, I'm insane." He said nonchalantly. He took out his trophy, admiring it as he went back inside. Santa flew off.

"Merry Christmas!"

Mr. Animator is playing Super Smash Bros on the Wii. He was playing as Sonic and was in a boss battle. "Man, this level is hard. But I think I can beat it this time! I just need total concentration!"

"Mr. Animator!" A voice yelled out, startling the young man and he lost the battle.

"Dang it." He looked at the fans. "Oh, hi. Did you enjoy the rest of this chapter? I sure did. Well, I hope you have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year."

Mr. Imitator came with a present. "Hey man, I got you a gift."

"Wow. Thanks. You shouldn't have." Mr. Aminaor opened the present to reveal- "A bottle of root beer. Aw, you shouldn't have. Oh, I've got something for you."

Mr. Animator gave his co host a gift. He opened it.

"Root beer?" Mr. Imitator said surprised. "You copied me."

"No, you copied me."

"Well, it doesn't matter. We've both got drinks for the holidays."

"You're right. Let's drink."

They both pour their drinks into cups and clink their cups together.

Goodnight and Happy Holidays.