Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer

Grandma Spankenheimer: We make enough money. Cousin Mel: Enough? Enough is never enough. Narrator: The way I see it, you can divide the world up into two kinds of people, those who like fruitcake, and the rest of us. Jake Spankenheimer: [seeing the family's new inflatable Christmas tree] But our family always goes out and gets a real tree. Daphne Spankenheimer: Don't you want to save the forest? Nobody gets a tree anymore, it's not cool. Cousin Mel: Incase you haven't noticed, Frank, your son suffers a dreaded affliction. Frank Spankenheimer: What affliction? Cousin Mel: The Santa-Claus-is-real syndrome. He shows all the signs. Making lists to Santa, checking them twice, good behavior, falling asleep before midnight, I figure he gets it from his grandmother. Jake Spankenheimer: You saw it, didn't you, Grandpa? Grandpa Spankenheimer: I'm sorry, did you say something? I was too busy watching Grandma get hit by Santa's sleigh. What a sight, sleigh comes out of nowhere, Grandma takes a header into the snowbank, sleigh vanishes, like the Ghost of Christmas Past. Cousin Mel: And that's what's known as an advanced case of Santa-Claus-is-real syndrome.