Mr. Schue's Christmas caroling idea had ended with a shoe thrown at the drum player. Despite Finn's efforts to keep them in the Christmas spirit, the group still weren't keen on going out again, so they settled with decorating the choir room. "Pretty soon no one will bully us," Brittany says from beside Venus, grabbing everyone's attention, "Santa can do anything. And this year, I asked for the glee club to stop getting picked on." She finishes. "Well, not everything. Santa can only make himself fit down a chimney, and see our dreams... and have magical flying reindeer... and somehow deliver toys around the world in one night... never mind, he can do anything, but I know he can't make wishes like that come true, otherwise, I'd have a mother who actually loved me a long time ago," Venus corrects. Brittany thinks about it, before nodding."If you want to wish for something like that, you have to catch a leprechaun, which is very hard to do. Me and Finn always make a trap and set it up on St. Patrick's day, but I've never caught one," Venus tells her. The Glee Club look at Finn and he just shrugs. "They're kidding, right?" Lauren asks them. "Guys, this is serious. Listen up. Brittany still believes in Santa Claus, and I guess V does too," Artie says quietly, gathering them in a circle, except Brittany and Venus. "You cannot be serious," Mercedes says. "Last week, Brittany believed a comb had magic powers. This is kind of a pattern." Sam says.
"They're gonna find out sooner or later." Quinn says. "Okay. Somebody needs to break the news to them," Lauren says, and all eyes go to Puck. "Don't look at me. I'm cruel and all, but that's just hard-core. Plus, I'm not going to hurt V's heart again, she uses innocence as a coping mechanism. She's never been told that Santa isn't real, leprechauns don't exist, and that the Easter Bunny doesn't exist, well she does now. When I told her that the Easter Bunny didn't exist, she cried right on the spot and didn't talk to me for like a week," Puck tells them. "Right? That's my point. Hear me out. Remember when you were a kid, how excited you would get when you would think about Santa Claus, how awesome it was? Christmas was the highlight of the year. Why wouldn't you wanna keep someone's world magical for a little while longer?" Artie asks. "How?" Mike questions. "I've got it all figured out," Artie tells them.
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"Can I be honest? I don't understand the difference between an elf and a slave," Brittany says to an elf. "That's rude. Elves want to work for Santa," Venus tells Brittany. "I'm not sitting on that guy's lap. Santas' laps are always really warm, and it's creepy." Quinn says. "We all have to sit on Santa's lap. If Brittany and Venus see that we all still believe it'll make them strong enough to withstand all the Santa naysayers in the world." Artie tells them. "Which is everyone over the age of six." Sam says. "I'm pretty sure this isn't gonna work. That guy doesn't even look like Santa." Tina says. "Um, Venus doesn't believe in mall santas," Puck says. "What?" Artie asks, confused.
"Yeah, I literally had to drag her here," Puck tells them. "It's true," Venus says out of nowhere, scaring them. "Everyone knows that Santa doesn't have time to come down from the north pole. Plus, I see them everywhere and none of them smell like christmas." She explains, shrugging. "So... Who's going first?" She asks them. "Mercedes, get up there," Artie tells Mercedes, as she rolls her eyes. "Go, Mercedes. Go, Mercedes. Go." Brittany says.
"I've been a very good girl, Santa. I want a pony and a doll that laughs and cries and- One of us smells like McDonald's." Mercedes tells the santa. "I would like Puckerman to love me. He's a fox. I would also like sweet potato fries." Lauren says. "I want bling. I can't be any more specific than that. Okay, wait. Hold up. Please tell me that is a roll of Certs in your pocket?" Santa asks. "Do you have anything for stretch marks?" Quinn asks. "ChapStick. Lots of ChapStick," Sam says. "I want Channing Tatum to stop being in stuff." Mike says.
"When does Asian Santa arrive?" Tina asks. "I want me and Sam to be together in the future, and whatever he asked for." Venus says, tensing up in the santas lap. "Ho, ho, ho. What's your name?" The santa asks Brittany. "Brittany. You've gotten really tan," Brittany tells him. "That's because at the North Pole, there's a hole in the ozone," The santa tells her. "You're amazing. I know you're really busy, so I only want one thing for Christmas. Do you see my boyfriend over there?" She asks, pointing at Artie, making him wave. "For Christmas, I want him to be able to walk. You can do that, can't you, Santa?" The Glee Club makes gestures, telling him to say no. "Sure. I'm on it," The santa says. "Thank you so much, Santa," Brittany tells him. "You guys are screwed," Venus tells them. They all look at her, "I didn't want to come in the first place," She says, then grabs Sam's hand and walks away, dragging him with her, "Let's get a pretzel."
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Christmas wasn't going their way at all. They stand, staring at their choir room, open mouthed as they see their decorations completely destroyed. "They took everything." Mercedes says, hopelessly, "Even all Sue's secret Santa gifts that we were gonna give to the homeless kids." She finishes. "Only further proof that everyone in this school hates us, no matter what we do." Rachel groans, angrily. She begins cleaning up the mess. "It's not the school. It's Sue. She did this." Mr Schue insists through a deep frown. "It wasn't Sue, it was Santa." Brittany says, innocently, "A light was out on the tree, he said he'd fix everything. We just need to let him do his thing." She continues. Venus turns towards Sam, "Isn't that a line from the grinch?" She asks him. He looks at her and nods.
"Are you sure Santa was a boy, not a girl Brittany?" Mr Schue asks her, carefully. "I swear on my life, Santa's a boy, everybody knows that," Brittany says, shaking her head. "True dat," Venus says. "So our tree is gone, so our presents are missing —" Finns cut off. "Santa's probably fixing any chips and dents as we speak." Brittany chips in. "Exactly right, Britt." Venus smiles over at her.
"— All around the world, way worse things have happened to people than this." Finn continues to tell them, "Sorry but I'm not gonna let this get us down. 'Tis the season." He finishes. Nodding along, Venus stands from her seat on the floor, "Finn's right. This can only get better. It's Christmas! Magic things happen," She says.**************************************************************************************************
When Venus walks into the choir room she sees Artie in a contraption. She doesn't know what it's for until he stands up. She gasps and puts her hand over her mouth, tears instantly stream down her face. "Oh my god," She breathes out. "It's called a ReWalk. Some guy in Israel invented it.I can't use it all the time, but- Check me out." Artie tells them, pushing a button as he starts walking forward. "Where did you get it?" Quinn asks. "We went home, and it was sitting under my Christmas tree." Brittany says. "How the hell did you afford that thing?" Sam asks. "I didn't buy it. I didn't know what it was. I thought it was a Transformer." Brittany says. "I assumed her dad got it for me, but he has no idea where it came from. He went to take a long poop, and when he came back, it was there." Artie explains. "So if no one we know bought it for you, then-" Rachels cut off, "Santa brought it." Brittany says. "Santa." Mercedes says. "Santa." Artie repeats. "A real Christmas miracle." Quinn says.
Artie turns to look at the only friend who was there for him when he got into his accident. Venus stands there with a wide smile on her face and happy tears strolling down her face. He walks towards her slowly. When he's in front of her, she looks up at him and cups his cheek, "You're so tall," She whispers. He chuckles wetly, his own tears flowing down freely now. "You're so short," He teases back. "I can't believe it. I'm so happy for you Ari," She uses the nickname she's called him since they were little. "Thank you, Ven," He does the same. She wraps her arms around him in a hug, being careful of the machine. "A Christmas miracle indeed," She whispers.