The episode takes another complete shift, going back to very creepy, and again, it’s done to the maximum.  On comes another ideal holiday home, and this time our innocent child is a sweet, curly haired boy who’s eager to greet Santa.  Except it isn’t Santa, its some dude in a bloody red leather suit who goes upstairs, knocks out mom and drags dad downstairs in his sack.  The bewildered boy, with those huge dark eyes, watches scary Santa take out the kid's dad, step toward him, reach out, and grab a cookie on the plate behind him before going up the chimney.  Yeah kid, I’m stunned too.  Sure, this boy’s scarred for life, but maybe he’s now a prospective hunter.  All hunters got into hunting somehow.   

When talking to the emotional victim, Sam asks “Where did you get that wreath?”  Oh Sam, I know it’s the link to the cases, but couldn’t there have been a better way to find out?  Sam grabs his collar as both Dean and the woman stare at him in stone silence.  “Just curious.”  Ha!  Back at the motel room, Sam delivers the message from Bobby.  “Uh, we’re morons.”  The anti-Claus thing is proven a stupid idea, and Bobby shows he’s really smart by identifying an ingredient in those wreaths as meadowsweet, the most perfect plant in Pagan lore.  Ooh, Pagans!  I got a religious magazine in the mail once that gave exhaustive detail as to why we’re all Pagans for celebrating Easter.  Apparently Pagans love all Christian holidays.  Those people with the wreaths are apparently telling the Pagans to come eat them, and Pagan sacrifices are rewarded with mild weather.  Very clever guys, but Ypsilanti still isn’t that green in December, even with mild weather.  

Coming up in part 2, more prime details from this week’s “short attention span theater” and the happiest cannibals you’ll ever see in your whole life.  Plus, we cry.