Secret Santa

Michael decides to play Jesus after Phyllis steals his Santa thunder, leading to one of the most chaotic Christmas parties in Scranton history. You'll find every line from the episode right here, including Kevin's ill-fated lap-sit and the moment David Wallace delivers some heavy news about the company's future. It's a holiday classic filled with birds, "space garbage" nutcrackers, and a very confused Erin.

Dwight Schrute
(yelling) Attention everyone! Jim and I, on behalf of--
Jim Halpert
Too loud.
Dwight Schrute
--the party planning committee...
Jim Halpert
Too, too loud. Too Loud.
Dwight Schrute
But effective, look! (everyone turns to pay attention) On behalf of Jim and I, Merry Christmas.
Everyone
Merry Christmas.
Dwight Schrute
Merry Christmas. Good.
Dwight Schrute
My diabolical plot is on hold for Christmas. My heart just melts with the sound of children singing. Hmmph! (laughs) Not really! I'm just tired. The days are short. I don't know. Maybe I'm depressed.
Dwight Schrute
It is time to unveil the tree.
Oscar Martinez
Hey, Rockefeller Center!
Jim Halpert
Yeah.
Ryan Howard
Uh, I have actually been to Rock Center, and this is nothing like that.
Jim Halpert
This is all we have.
Ryan Howard
Ugh.
Jim Halpert
No, it's not "ugh." It is... office camaraderie.
Dwight Schrute
It is warm feelings.
Meredith Palmer
Why don't we talk more about it instead of doing it?
Dwight Schrute
Thirty! Twenty-nine! Twenty-eight! (others join)
Jim Halpert
Why would you start so high?
Dwight Schrute
Twenty- seven! Twenty-six! ...
Jim Halpert
Three, two, one! (pulls sheet to reveal Christmas tree)
Phyllis Vance
Ooh.
Pam Beesly
Ah!
Phyllis Vance
You didn't decorate it?
Jim Halpert
No.
Dwight Schrute
Exactly.
Jim Halpert
We didn't, because we think it'd be better to do it together.
Dwight Schrute
Everyone.
Andy Bernard
Why would you wrap it in a sheet, if you're not covering anything up?
Pam Beesly
Is it, is it fake?
Jim Halpert
Pam!
Dwight Schrute
Yes, we are unveiling, an artificial tree, that will never die...
Jim Halpert
Yes.
Dwight Schrute
Like the spirit of Christmas!
Stanley Hudson
We're supposed to applaud you for taking a giant diaper off fake tree?
Dwight Schrute
This was a successful unveiling! Go back to work! Merry Christmas!
Erin Hannon
Hello. Sorry guys. (louder, face is scratched up.) Sorry guys. I'm not sure I've earned the right to make announcements yet. But whoever is giving me the Twelve Days of Christmas? As my Secret Santa? Please stop. I can't take it anymore. My cat killed a turtledove; the French hens have started pulling out my hair to make a nest. Please. Stop.
Kelly Kapoor
What psycho would send that as a gift? (Kelly hugs Erin)
Andy Bernard
I begged Dwight and Jim to give me Erin for Secret Santa. And I decided to give Erin the Twelve days of Christmas. Is it my fault that the first eight days is basically thirty birds? (six geese are inside Erin's car)
Phyllis Vance
Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas boys and girls! It's me, Santa Claus!
Dwight Schrute
Hey Santa!
Oscar Martinez
They finally let you do it!
Phyllis Vance
Yeah!
Kevin Malone
Congrats Phil!
Erin Hannon
It's so edgy!
Phyllis Vance
I have been wanting to be Santa for years. I believe I have the right temperament, and the figure to do the job well. I slipped a note to Jim eleven weeks ago, and he said I could do it. (she awkwardly hugs Jim) It's been a long journey... but (sniffles) I'm Santa Claus!
Pam Beesly
So Santa, what can we expect from this party?
Phyllis Vance
It's going to be a very jolly time if you've been good!
Creed Bratton
What if you've been bad?
Phyllis Vance
Oh then nothing but a lump of coal for you!
Creed Bratton
What if you've been really, really bad? More evil, and strictly wrong?
Jim Halpert
Hey, Creed, we covered it. Lump of coal!
Phyllis Vance
Yeah.
Dwight Schrute
For several weeks, my Secret Santa has been giving me pieces of a machine that I've been attempting to assemble. I'm suspicious of this because I had the exact same idea, for catching Osama bin Laden. I would simply send him a different piece each day. He would assemble it, to find himself... in jail!
Pam Beesly
You know Oscar every time I make this lasagna people ask me if it's a family recipe, but really, I just get the recipe from the box!
Oscar Martinez
That's funny.
Pam Beesly
Is it funny? I thought it was more ...interesting, than funny. (she walks over to see Oscar at the window looking down on man catching a football in parking lot) I think my water just broke!
Oscar Martinez
That's too funny.
Pam Beesly
Oscar and the warehouse guy! Go Oscar! Go gay warehouse guy!
Michael Scott
Heeeeeere's Santa! Hey little girl, what would you like for Christmas? Ooh, you have been a very naughty girl, I see. (points to Pam's' pregnant tummy)
Pam Beesly
Michael, we already have a Santa, Phyllis.
Michael Scott
What the hell is going on?
Michael Scott
Phyllis, Jim? Phyllis is Santa?
Jim Halpert
Yeah.
Michael Scott
Phyllis?
Jim Halpert
Yeah I told her a long time ago she could do it.
Michael Scott
Take it back. That is absurd.
Jim Halpert
No, I'm not gonna do that.
Michael Scott
No? No! Jim! Come on!
Jim Halpert
I think she's doing a good job.
Michael Scott
It's insane! A woman Santa, where does it stop? No! Jim, this may be the last Christmas that we have here, doesn't it make you a tiny bit anxious, me NOT playing Santa? Come on!
Jim Halpert
I'm not gonna go tell Phyllis that she can't be Santa.
Michael Scott
Fine! Then do it anonymously. Ransom note style. You can- I -you know what, I have a bunch of letters cut out of magazines in my desk. You can use those.
Michael Scott
If this were Russia, yeah sure. Everyone would go to one Santa, and there would be a line around the block and once you sat on her lap and she'd ask you what you wanted, you would say probably "freedom." At which point the KGB would arrest you and send you to Siberia. It's a good thing Russia doesn't exist anymore.
Michael Scott
(santa voice) Ho ho ho! Why pay more to sit next to old Tranny Claus over there, when you can sit on my lap. Phyllis is only ... pretending to be a man, I'm the real thing. Sit down on my lap and there will be no doubt!
Group
(mutters) Okay...
Michael Scott
No it's not, not like penis-wise. (as Santa) Hello little boy, what's your name?
Kevin Malone
Michael it's me, Kevin. Phyllis says I'm too big for her lap.
Michael Scott
Oh! I am so sorry that Phyllis hates you. And hates your body. But, Santa remembers a reindeer that was just a tiny bit different as well.
Kevin Malone
When can I sit on your lap?
Michael Scott
Right now! Come on over here, big boy! There we go. (Kevin sits on his lap. It's a struggle) Oh my God.
Kevin Malone
That's really comfortable. (Michael gasps)
Michael Scott
What would you like for Christmas little boy?
Kevin Malone
I don't know. I didn't know you were gonna ask me that.
Michael Scott
What did you think was going to happen?
Kevin Malone
I didn't know. Nobody's ever let me sit on their lap before.
Michael Scott
All right, just say "some toys" please.
Kevin Malone
Can you give me some choices? Cause I really don't want to mess up on this list.
Michael Scott
Damn it Kevin, come on.
Kevin Malone
What about if I tell you the things I don't want?
Michael Scott
Okay get off, get off! (pushes Kevin off) Oh! Oh, God!
Kevin Malone
I didn't even get to tell you what I wanted!
Michael Scott
Okay you know what you get? You get a thousand helium balloons attached to you so Santa doesn't have to go through this again.
Kevin Malone
Awesome.
Phyllis Vance
Well?
Jim Halpert
I'm trying Phyllis. You're Santa.
Phyllis Vance
The only Santa.
Jim Halpert
That's what I want.
Phyllis Vance
You promised me this. Don't make me get Bob involved!
Jim Halpert
What would Bob do?
Phyllis Vance
Never mind, I shouldn't have said that.
Andy Bernard
Does it hurt?
Erin Hannon
It stings a lot.
Andy Bernard
Hmm.
Erin Hannon
I keep trying to figure out who's sending me these gifts.
Andy Bernard
I know, right?
Erin Hannon
So far no one will admit to it.
Andy Bernard
Huh!
Erin Hannon
Is it you? (Andy stage face, eyes pop, big mouth smile, Erin laughs)
Andy Bernard
Yeah! Totally! I admit it! It's me.
Erin Hannon
Seriously?
Andy Bernard
"Seriously?" Are you serious?
Erin Hannon
What?
Andy Bernard
Yeah! Totally serious! I'm your Secret Santa! Busted!
Oscar Martinez
There he is.
Darryl Philbin
Hey.
Oscar Martinez
Is Matt around? I got his check.
Darryl Philbin
Uh, Matt is on a delivery. Just leave it here, I'll take it.
Oscar Martinez
Ah, I'll just... wait for him.
Darryl Philbin
Matt's a pretty good-looking dude, don't you think?
Oscar Martinez
I'll just leave it here with you. (drops checks, leaves. Daryl smirks)
Michael Scott
Ryan come here!
Ryan Howard
Whoa, whoa.
Michael Scott
Come on, come on.
Ryan Howard
I'm doing something over here.
Michael Scott
Ahhh... Ho ho ho! (struggles to pull Ryan towards him) Come on I need this. Come over here!
Ryan Howard
What are you talking about?
Michael Scott
Just sit down!
Ryan Howard
No no no.
Jim Halpert
Hey hey hey. Everything okay?
Michael Scott
Yup. Ryan and I are just having some fun!
Jim Halpert
Can I just talk to you for a second?
Michael Scott
Whoop! Okay, what?
Jim Halpert
You can't yell out "I need this, I need this" as you pin down an employee on your lap!
Michael Scott
Okay. You know what Jim, there are two Santas in the room. Things get ruthless!
Jim Halpert
Yup.
Michael Scott
Do you understand, you forced my hand?
Jim Halpert
Michael, it's Phyllis. We want Phyllis as Santa.
Michael Scott
Oh, do we? Do "We?" Is that what "we" want? Why don't "we" take a vote on it?
Jim Halpert
Great!
Michael Scott
Hey! Okay! Everybody! The office is being pulled apart! I realize that. There are traditions at stake. And there are--
Jim Halpert
Who wants Phyllis as Santa? (most everyone raises their hand)
Michael Scott
No no no wait! No! There are other choices, there is information that we --(Dwight counts the raised hands) Are you kidding me? Kevin? After you almost killed me?
Kevin Malone
Michael I had you. I just want to try Phyllis.
Jim Halpert
And if you want Michael as Santa, raise your hand. (Michael, then Dwight raises hand) Can I get you some punch?
Michael Scott
I'll get some punch. That looks delicious. (shoves Santa hat into punch)
Office
Aw, Michael!
Dwight Schrute
Excuse me. Whoever has been sending me the parts to this gun, I think you sent me a gear instead of a trigger.
Phyllis Vance
How do you know it's a gun?
Dwight Schrute
What else does it look like?
Stanley Hudson
Not a gun.
Dwight Schrute
Well I don't have all the pieces yet.
Stanley Hudson
Well, unless the missing piece is a gun, you don't have a gun.
Dwight Schrute
Not a gun. (crosses gun off his "what could it be" list)
Phyllis Vance
In the North Pole I spend many nights alone tinkering with toys. So today, let's put a twinkle in Ole Kris Kringle's eye! Let the party begin! (Dwight plugs in tree lights, office applauds.)
Michael Scott
I don't ask for much for Christmas, I really don't. It's not like I'm begging people to buy me diamonds and ...broach pendants. "Oh buy me something expensive or I'm gonna kill myself." That's not - I don't care about that. All I want to be is Santa. And, you want to take that away from me? Fine. Go ahead. But when you need my help because I am ruining everything, don't look at me.
Michael Scott
Behold! (extends his arms) Jesus Christ. And I bring to you glad Christmas tidings. I want to remind everyone the true meaning of Christmas. (Angela claps) Those of you who wish to join me, that's great. I'm excited by that. And those of you who don't, I forgive you. But I never forget.
Toby Flenderson
Wow Michael, like this must be obvious how wrong this is.
Michael Scott
Oh the Anti-Christ!
Toby Flenderson
You can't, (Michael touches his forehead and makes sizzling noise) Ow. Look, you cannot push religion.
Michael Scott
Oh but I can push drugs in here? Is that what you're saying?
Toby Flenderson
No!
Michael Scott
Well you have to pick one or the other. Your choice. Pick your poison. Get back to me. In the meantime, I am going to spread my goodness all over this company!
Andy Bernard
Hey Phyllis, could you not reveal to Erin that I'm her Secret Santa?
Phyllis Vance
All right sweetie, I'll tell her its Michael.
Andy Bernard
Okay.
Kelly & Erin
(singing) I saw three ships come sailing in, on Christmas day, on Christmas day...
Pam Beesly
Have you talked to him?
Oscar Martinez
Who?
Pam Beesly
Matt?
Oscar Martinez
Is it that obvious? (Pam starts towards Matt) No- hey...
Pam Beesly
Mmm! Good pate, right? (Matt nods yes) Oscar made it. Have you met Oscar?
Matt
I don't think so.
Pam Beesly
Hey, Oscar, come here. Oscar, this is Matt, and um, Matt loves your pate.
Matt
I had some.
Pam Beesly
Oscar's pate is great. I could eat it all day, every day. Mmm. How come the good ones are never straight, right?
Oscar Martinez
Okay Pam.
Pam Beesly
Okay.
Pam Beesly
Yes! They're the only two gay guys I know. But they should be together.
Phyllis Vance
This just arrived from the Dunder Mifflin North Pole branch!
Dwight Schrute
We don't have a North Pole branch. Idiot. (grabs package)
Michael Scott
(on karaoke microphone) Uh oh, what's Dwight gonna get? What is iiiit?
Dwight Schrute
Yes! (Dwight opens package to reveal another machine part)
Michael Scott
Oh yes. It's space garbage. Dwight's gonna be able to build himself a friend! (sings) Deck the halls with crappy gifts...
Phyllis Vance
Ho ho ho! For Stanley! Ho ho ho! You've been very good this year -
Stanley Hudson
I have.
Michael Scott
(on microphone) Yeah, except for cheating on your wife. Adultery's a sin, look it up in the Bible people. What'd you get?
Kevin Malone
He got scented candles!
Michael Scott
(on microphone) Oh, that's appropriate. Lot of fire where you're going. Better get used to it. You're going to H-E-L-L double hockey sticks. You're going to Hell Stanley.
Angela Martin
Amen.
Phyllis Vance
And this brings us to you, little one.
Michael Scott
(on microphone) I can't see from here people. Somebody shout it out, don't make me get up.
Angela Martin
It's fabric! I really wanted this.
Michael Scott
(on microphone) That's fantastic. You can make another dress that goes past your feet.
Angela Martin
Andy, is this you?
Michael Scott
(on microphone) No!
Phyllis Vance
It's a secret.
Michael Scott
(on microphone) Andy had Erin.
Andy Bernard
Nnnnya.
Michael Scott
(on microphone) What? Was I not supposed to say it? (Jim unplugs mic) What? Turn it back on.
Jim Halpert
No. (Michael gets up and walks into his office)
David Wallace
Yes Michael, what is so urgent?
Michael Scott
David, guess who I'm sitting here dressed as.
David Wallace
I'm not going to guess. You can tell me or I am going to hang up.
Michael Scott
I'll give you a hint. His last name is Christ. He has the power of flight. He can heal leopards.
David Wallace
Michael...
Michael Scott
I'm Jesus, David, and you know why? Because Phyllis, a woman, has uslurped my role as Santa.
David Wallace
Michael-
Michael Scott
What?
David Wallace
This is a very very bad time.
Michael Scott
Really? What's going on?
David Wallace
Stephanie, can you hop off please?
Stephanie
Sure David. (disconnect)
Michael Scott
What the hell? How rude! Does she do that all the time?
Erin Hannon
Do you want me off the call too Michael?
Michael Scott
Hey! Get off! Get off the phone!
David Wallace
Listen, I shouldn't tell you this, but the company has a buyer. The board will have no choice to approve. They are going to clean house.
Michael Scott
What does that mean?
David Wallace
I'll be fired.
Michael Scott
Well, can't Alan protect you?
David Wallace
Alan will be out too. All of us.
Michael Scott
All of us?
David Wallace
Goodbye Michael.
Michael Scott
Oh my God.
Michael Scott
Earlier today this office needed a Santa. And then it needed a second Santa. And then it needed a Jesus. And now, it needs a Michael. And that's one suit Phyllis cannot fit into.
Michael Scott
Hey. How's everybody doing?
Jim Halpert
Not great. You heckled Santa for an hour and a half.
Michael Scott
That was a different guy. That was Jesus. Jesus sort of ruined the party. Hurt petulant Jesus.
Angela Martin
Are you serious? This is so offensive.
Michael Scott
You know what's even more offensive, is baling on this party because some... jerk ruined the first part of it. Dwight come here. Here's my debit card, I want you to go pick up a bunch of pizzas and meet me in the conference room.
Dwight Schrute
What's your pin number?
Michael Scott
I don't want to say. But, "it's fun to stay at the -" (nods to fill in blank, but Dwight doesn't know)
Michael Scott
"It's fun to stay at the -"
Dwight Schrute
Where? Holiday Inn? I don't ...
Michael Scott
(gestures the YMCA dance) Mmm, mm mm mm. (Dwight smirks, leaves)
Andy Bernard
I, I thought that you would like it.
Erin Hannon
It was a little much Andy.
Andy Bernard
Well it's the thought that counts.
Erin Hannon
What were you thinking? (Andy freezes)
Andy Bernard
I suppose a gentlemen might... throw in the towel, at this point. Guess what? Not gonna happen.
Michael Scott
You know what, Christmas isn't about Santa, or Jesus. It's about the workplace. All of you feel like my family. Ryan, you are my son. And Pam, you're my wife. And Jim. And Angela and Phyllis, you are my Grandmas. And Stanley, you're our mailman. And I can't help but look at all your wonderful beautiful faces and think, "How could they do this to us?"
Jim Halpert
What?
Pam Beesly
How could we do what? (general murmur)
Michael Scott
It's not... Nevermind. Nothing. (arguing voices)
Stanley Hudson
We deserve to know.
Michael Scott
I didn't say anything!
Angela Martin
If you know something Michael...
Michael Scott
We're going out of business!
Group
WHAT?
Jim Halpert
What?
Dwight Schrute
You are kidding me!
Jim Halpert
Wait wait wait, who said that?
Michael Scott
David told me on the phone. David told me.
Dwight Schrute
When? When did he tell you? Today?
Michael Scott
Earlier today.
Dwight Schrute
Awww!
Michael Scott
He said, we have been sold. (upset murmurs)
Jim Halpert
What?
Dwight Schrute
Aaaarrhh! (kicks over Christmas tree)
Michael Scott
Dwight! Jesus!
Angela Martin
Come on!
Jim Halpert
Michael, wait. So they said we are sold?
Michael Scott
David's gone. Alan's gone. We're all gone.
Jim Halpert
Okay. We haven't gone under. We've been sold and that can mean many different things.
Michael Scott
It's hard for me to imagine a scenario, where Meredith Palmer keeps her job and David Wallace does not - no offense Meredith.
Meredith Palmer
No, I get it.
Michael Scott
I'll call him. I'll call David.
Jim Halpert
No, you won't, because he's not picking up his phone.
Michael Scott
Yes, I will. Because I always know how to get through to him.
Michael Scott
He told me where his kids go to school. I call the school, I tell them I'm a pediatrician. They patch me through to his secretary. I use my little girl voice. Badda bing, badda boom.
David Wallace
Hey Sweetie, what is it?
Michael Scott
It's not sweetie, it's Michael Scott.
David Wallace
What the hell?
Michael Scott
Stephanie could you hop off please?
David Wallace
Michael, I have never-
Michael Scott
David!
David Wallace
Ever, ever...
Michael Scott
David, you are on speakerphone with the entire branch, and the warehouse.
Dwight Schrute
Hey David.
Kelly Kapoor
Hi David! (group hellos)
David Wallace
Hello everyone.
Michael Scott
David, they do not believe me. When you told me everyone was canned.
David Wallace
You weren't supposed to tell anyone Michael.
Michael Scott
Well I think we're past that now.
David Wallace
I am not supposed to... Okay. Guys. I was really only talking about Alan, myself, a few other execs you don't know.
Jim Halpert
Oh my God, David. That's horrible.
Meredith Palmer
How 'bout us? It's Meredith. By the way, your wife is a very lucky woman.
David Wallace
Look. They're buying the company for the distribution. You guys are the only thing about this company that works. So congratulations.
Michael Scott
We're not fired?
David Wallace
No! No, and congratulations.
Michael Scott
Yeah! (office erupts in cheers and applause and hugs) It's a Christmas miracle!
Dwight Schrute
Yeah!
Michael Scott
Woo hoo! (climbs on desk, stage dives into crowd of employees)
Dwight Schrute
(singing) I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known. Don't know where it goes, but it's home to me and I walk alone. (Meredith and Madge help right the Christmas tree)
Dwight Schrute
It's true. We all walk alone.
Kelly Kapoor
(opens "New Moon" poster) Jim.... Jim! (Hugs him)
Dwight Schrute
(singing) My shadow's the only one that walks beside me. My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating...
Toby Flenderson
(opening kite from Ryan) Wow! Cause... (reveals Kite Runner book)
Ryan Howard
Yeah! That was the idea.
Toby Flenderson
Thank you!
Ryan Howard
Awesome!
Toby Flenderson
Thanks man! (awkwardly tries to hug Ryan, pats him on the back)
Kevin Malone
(singing) Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, thy leaves are so unchanging...
Michael Scott
Oh! You got it? What is that? (Dwight building his gift)
Dwight Schrute
I have no idea.
Michael Scott
Huh. Well, maybe those will help. (puts bag of walnuts on his desk)
Dwight Schrute
Michael? Please! Come on!
Matt
Nice to meet you Oscar.
Oscar Martinez
Nice to meet you Mark!
Matt
It's Matt.
Oscar Martinez
Right, Matt. (Matt leaves) I know what I'm doing, Pam.
Dwight Schrute
Oh man! (Dwight dropped a walnut into the nutcracker) I can use this for so many nuts! Macadamias, Brazil nuts, pecans, almonds. Clams, snails...
Michael Scott
Hi Santa.
Phyllis Vance
Hi Michael. (Michael sits on her lap) Mm. 'kay.
Michael Scott
I'd like to make a wish.
Phyllis Vance
What?
Michael Scott
I would like an Xbox, and a TV that's compatible with an Xbox. And, I'm sorry.
Phyllis Vance
An Xbox it is. Because I've decided you're a good boy.
Bob Vance
Scott! What in the hell is going on here? (Bob enters dressed as Santa too)
Phyllis Vance
No Bob, we worked it out.
Michael Scott
You called Bob?
Phyllis Vance
I'm sorry,
Michael Scott
Come on! Phyllis!
Phyllis Vance
I'm really sorry. It was earlier today.
Michael Scott
Okay.
Phyllis Vance
Hi sweetie.
Bob
You okay baby?
Phyllis Vance
I'm good baby. (they kiss, both dressed as Santa)
Michael Scott
Oh God. Get a room Santas!
Michael Scott
Thank you Santa. Happy Holidays.
Dwight Schrute
It's real slippery out here. (sound of drummer's starts)
Jim Halpert
Oh my God!
Pam Beesly
Twelve drummers drumming. (marching drum band lines up to perform, Andy steps out with cymbals)
Andy Bernard
Merry Christmas Erin! Take it away boys! (dances along to the drumming)