Sam and Dean see gross Santa, complete with dirty wig and beard, a limp, and smelling like either candy or ripple, acting shady with children. They have their anti-Claus.
Instead of moving on with the investigation, the rollercoaster plotting takes us elsewhere, blowing the whole expositional formula to smithereens in a great way. A cheery elf interrupts them, asking if they want to escort their child to Santa. Cue the “Dean throwing Sam in a humiliating spot” scenario, which usually stretches Jensen and Jared into natural goofball territory, often with great results. Dean tells her it’s a lifelong dream of Sam’s to sit on Santa’s lap, and Sam fails in trying to get out of the lie big time by saying they just want to watch. Her face sours, she gives the appropriate “ewww,” and once again we have a bit that will be often brought up in “funniest moments” discussions. Add perverts to the list of stereotypes.
Sam and Dean stalk evil Santa outside his trailer, and there’s a classic car sighting! From what I can tell given the back only angle, it’s a mid 1970’s Cadillac Eldorado, and of course, it’s red. It’s Santa’s muscle car sleigh! Dean again brings up the Christmas thing and Sam has another nickname to add to his growing list, “the boy who hates Christmas.” I’m going to have to do a separate list someday of all the nicknames these two have thrown at each other. They hear screaming coming from the trailer, and go in with guns pulled. The irony of having to blow away Santa isn’t lost on Sam, but Santa is nothing more than a degenerate porn addict with a huge bong and a bottle of Johnnie Walker Red. Why not pretend to be carolers? It might have worked if they actually remembered the words to “Silent Night.” Sam and Dean hopelessly fumble through the song while drunk and stoned Santa laughs at them. There’s a memory to record in the Christmas scrapbook.
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.
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