Or, as I like to call it, “Shite The Shites”:

As we fade up on the Whedon household, whimsical flutes and sleigh bells on the soundtrack signal us that it’s The Christma-sode. Not sure you get it? Behold, I bring tidings of great holiday-ep cliché, including 1) Cooper bellowing “The First Noel” in typically tuneless fashion, and 2) Joe attempting to untangle a giant ball of Christmas lights. Did the TV writers of years past really pan so much comedy gold in the bollixed-up-Christmas-lights stream that we all have to keep going back to it? Loop ’em around your elbow, tie ’em at three and six o’clock, and hang ’em on a nail. Enough already with that gag.

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