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Mel: How many is that?

Derek surveys the piles.

Derek: That’s... seven for Dave, seven for Brandi, and that’ll be seven for Jarrod.

Mel sits hard on the edge of the bed.

Mel: It felt like more.

Derek: It all feels like more this year.

Mel sits on the edge of the bed. She looks where she is sitting and shakes her head.

Mel: We couldn’t sit on the edge of the bed last year. We could barely walk around in here last year.

Derek looks up and reaches for the Matchbox cars.

Derek: Here.

Mel hands the Matchboxes to Derek. He rips open the package. He hands the three cars back to Mel.

Derek: Wrap up one for each of them. Give the convertible to Brandi.

Mel: But now Dave and Brandi have eight and Jarrod only has seven.

Derek: He’s a big boy. He’ll get it.

Mel: I don’t know.

Derek: They know I haven’t been going to work. They’ll be okay. They’ll understand.

Mel: When Brandi gave me her Christmas list last week, I told her, “We’re gonna have a small Christmas this year. Because of the business.” You know what she said?

Derek: What?

Mel: She said, “That’s okay. Santa doesn’t have a business. He has elves.”

Derek: Great. Then she’ll be mad at Santa, not at us.

Mel: Derek–

Derek: I’m kidding. I’m kidding, Mel. They’ll be fine. We’ll have Christmas. We’ll see your folks. They’ll eat ham. They’ll be fine.