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

WILLOW: That's bad.

XANDER: Yeah, now Santa's gonna pass you right by, naughty booze hound.

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

TARA: (to Dawn) Oh, did you write him a letter?

XANDER: What'd you ask for?

DAWN: Um, guys, hello, puberty? Sorta figured out the whole no Santa thing.

ANYA: That's a myth.

DAWN: Yeah.

ANYA: No, I mean, it's a myth that it's a myth. There is a Santa Claus.

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

TARA: There's a Santa Claus?

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

DAWN: (smiles hopefully) All true?

ANYA: Well, he doesn't traditionally bring presents so much as, you know, disemboweled children, but otherwise...

TARA: The reindeer part was nice.

written by: Joss Whedon; transcribed by Joan the English Chick . Full transcript at:
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