- ♪
- So, what do you think?
- [snoring] Yup, it's--wow!
Man, this is pretty good to me.
You know, it's like jolly, it's festive. [chuckles]
Yeah, you're right. What do I know?
- CHARLIE: What are you guys doing down there?
It's been hours, can we come down for breakfast?
- DYLAN: Yeah, Chuckles looks hungry enough to bite me.
- Not yet. It's not ready.
It has to be perfect!
- DYLAN: Ouch, Chuckles! Get off me!
- See, I knew something was off.
- Oh yeah, uh, wow.
- Now it's perfect!
- Wow, how did we miss that?
- Okay kids, you can come down now!
Surprise!
Merry Christmas Eve!
- TOY: Oink, oink, oink!
Merry Pigsmas!
- Whoa, this is lit.
It looks like the houses you see in Christmas movies!
- Myles, clean this up. - Yup, got it.
- I was gonna say it looked like Santa threw-up Christmas
all over the house.
But I like Dylan's description better.
- We stayed up all night to decorate
to make Dylan's first Christmas with us special.
Though some of us took more naps than others.
- Baby, that's 'cause I need my beauty sleep. You don't.
- Wow. This is crazy!
- Thank you. [grunting]
- Merry Christmas to me.
- She found Santa Pig.
- [chuckling]
Obviously.
- But we hid it.
- Not well enough.
- I didn't know people actually did up their cribs like this.
I thought it was just in movies.
- Morning. - Morning, baby!
Merry Christmas Eve!
Let me hit Santa Pig!
- ♪ I'm bacon a list and checking it twice ♪
- [chuckling]
She found Santa Pig? - Yep.
- We hid it! - Not well enough!
- DYLAN: ♪ There once was a kid from the city of Chi ♪
♪ Ma knew I wasn't born not a regular guy ♪
♪ Everybody follow me, I'mma take you on a trip ♪
♪ Buckle up, let's go, I'mma get you all hip ♪
♪ I'm a star, came up from a block in Chi-Town ♪
♪ Living large
♪ I'm trying to balance school and these bars ♪
♪ Came far, ain't no better feeling ♪
♪ I tell 'em, you gonna love Young Dylan ♪
♪ Young Dylan ♪ Ay, Young Dylan
♪ Young Dylan
♪ I tell 'em you gon' love Young Dylan ♪♪
- No, Mom, I'm telling you, it's a real Christmas tree!
Like on TV. That's exactly what I said!
Yeah, it's cool, I know things come up.
Yeah, I'll see on New Year's.
- Mornin', babies!
- Wow, we don't even knock no more, we just walk on in, huh?
- Did you knock when you came out of me?
- No. - Then let's just call it even.
- More presents?!
- Not exactly.
Washer's broken.
That's my laundry.
- Ew, eww.
- And don't think that me using your machine...
counts as one of my presents.
- Oh, speaking of presents. Kids, I hope you guys didn't
get me and your mom anything.
- Yeah. We know gifts can be expensive
and you don't have a lot of money.
- Well, it's too late.
Me and Rebecca pulled our money together
and got you something nice.
- Something really nice.
We just got to wrap it.
- Come on, Rebecca.
Let's go find the perfect wrapping paper.
- Oh, and by the way,
don't come in the garage.
Don't want to ruin the surprise!
- [rattling]
- Excuse you.
- Charlie did it! - Charlie did it!
- So, do you like the decorations?
- I mean, they're-- - Dylan?
- Of course.
I just wish my man Santa could see all this.
He would come to my old place every year.
- Santa? - Yeah.
Man, I haven't seen him since--
- Last Christmas?
- Yeah, I think you're right!
- Dylan, you know Santa can still come visit you here.
- He can? - Of course!
- Can he stay for a while after Christmas too?
- Well, I think Santa's gonna be a little busy
to hang out here.
- You know, I think he means--
- If Dylan wants Santa to stay at our house,
he can stay as long as he wants.
- For real? - For real.
- Oh man, I hope it's not too last minute for him.
- Don't you worry, sugar, I will call Santa
and make it happen.
- Thanks, Gram.
- Dylan, is there anything else we can do for you?
It's your first Christmas away from your mom,
so we want to make sure this year
is very special for you.
- Well, mission accomplished, Mama Yas.
This is sick and I'm feeling all the feels.
- What? Hey, come here, come here.
You didn't tell me you were sick.
I mean, you want some tea or something?
- No, no, no, Uncle Myles, that means
everything's super great and I'm super happy.
Thank you so much, you guys.
- He hates it. We've failed him.
- What? What are you talking about?
He said he's happy.
He was practically skipping out of the room.
- More like running away from
this Christmas nightmare. - Mmm...
- There must be something we forgot to do.
Viola, can you think of anything?
- Beats me.
Did you make any Street Nog?
I know he loves that.
He and his mom would have it every Christmas.
- Oh, what--what-- what's Street Nog?
- I know I gave you that cookbook,
"Treats From The Streets," no?
Never too late to learn.
- That must be it!
How do you make this Road Nog?
- Street Nog.
Here's the recipe.
But good luck getting eggs from these bougie pigeons
around here.
- A pinch of attitude?
- Let it go! Let it go! - No, you let go!
- No, you let go! - No, you!
- BOTH: [yelling]
- [feedback buzzes]
- Oh, that's better!
What's goin' on?
- We lied.
We didn't get a present for mom and dad.
Because Charlie forgot to get them one.
- No, you did!
- Last year was my turn to get them one!
- Yeah and you forgot last year too.
- [scoffs] Well, I'm sorry.
That was in the past Charlie, let it go!
- You guys heard them, they don't expect you
to get them a present.
- BOTH: [laughing]
- Grow up, Dylan.
That's just what parents say to their kids.
- But deep down they want those sweet presents,
just like us.
- Yeah, they're real thirsty for them.
And clearly, we don't have anything for them.
- Hey, slow your roll. I'm giving them a present.
It's gonna-- - BOTH: A rap?
- Yeah, how'd y'all know?
- Because you don't have any money
and all you do is rap around the house, man.
- Plus, you gave each of us raps for our birthdays.
Come up with something new, man.
- Dang, so I guess I don't have a present either.
- Ugh, what are we gonna do?!
- Look, back in Chicago we didn't have money for gifts
so we had to make them ourselves.
Then you have to say "It came from the heart,"
so they have to like it. It's like the law.
- Dad is always saying, "It's the thought that counts."
- Mm, I like this.
What can we make that's "from the heart?"
- Okay.
Ooh, ooh, I got it.
How about we-- - BOTH: No raps!
- Mm-mm,
then I guess we should keep thinking.
- Ooh, I know, what if we make them like a photo album?
You know, like a real one, in a book?
- Yeah! We can each go get our favorite photos
and put 'em together.
- Ooh, hoo. That's what I'm talking about.
From the heart. Let's do it!
- ♪
- [laughing]
What is that?
- It's an elf costume.
Yasmine forgot to get the Elf on the Shelf,
so I got nominated.
- That ain't no elf.
Haven't you seen "Lord of the Rings"?
How's the Street Nog coming?
- Well, Yasmine, she's on her way back now
picking up the last of the ingredients.
- YASMINE: [screaming]
Get away from me! Get away from me!
[screaming]
- MYLES: Get back, get back! - [screams]
[heavy breathing]
- [thud] - [shrieks]
I got the pigeon eggs.
It wasn't easy.
I think I'm missing a piece of my ear.
- Dang, these pigeons are strong!
- All that matters is that Dylan has his perfect Christmas.
- MYLES: Why don't you go make the Street Nog?
- Let's do it.
- This is my best Christmas yet.
- ♪
- ♪
- I am here.
- What took you so long?
- What?
Mama Yaz, wouldn't let me inside.
She said they're working on a surprise.
But I found these in the magazine
I left on the veranda.
- Um...
these are just pictures of rappers.
- I know, right? They're gonna love it.
- No they aren't!
These are supposed to be pictures of us.
- Oh.
Well, did you have any luck? - Yeah.
I printed tons of pictures from my phone.
- Nice. Where'd you get that photo book from anyway?
- Over in that corner over there.
They were filled with a bunch of wedding pictures
but I took 'em all out.
- Uh, Rebecca? - Yeah?
- These are all selfies of you.
- What? No, they aren't.
Uh, uh. Uh!
Oh, would you look at that.
- Chuckles, can you please tell me you did better
than we did?
Where are your photos, Charlie?
Well, I don't have any pictures of all of us,
so I drew this.
- Charlie. - Yeah?
- There's nothing on it!
[yelling]
- The picture was on the other side.
- Oh...my bad.
- But, hey, that scrap right there looks pretty good.
- Thank you.
- This is just a disaster.
You know what? I am just gonna scoot off to some place
where there's no Christmas and start a new life.
- I don't have a present either.
Take me with you!
- There's gotta be something we can make them.
- Seriously, I don't eat much.
Let me come with you!
- Didn't they say something about wanting
a fancy exercise bike?
- I mean, yeah.
But what would we even use to make something like that?
- I don't know. Y'all two will figure it out.
But just hurry, 'cause y'all are running out of time.
- Uh, hold on little rapper boy.
- Yeah, you have to help too.
- Y'all see these hands?
These hands are meant for writing rhymes,
not swinging tools.
- [clearing throat]
- Fine.
There's got to be tons of stuff around here we can use.
Trust me, guys, this is gonna work.
- [sighs]
- I'll miss you, Bike Tyson.
So many memories of all our wheelies.
- Yeah, and don't forget all those tears
after you fell doing those wheelies.
Let's finish.
- Turny thing.
- Turny thing.
- It's called a screwdriver.
- T-hitter.
- T-hitter.
- Uh, it's called a hammer.
- Sticky strips.
- Sticky strips.
- Okay, I know you know what tape is!
- Okay.
- YASMINE: Kids, time to come inside!
- Sweet Christmas!
Is the thing done yet, Charlie?
- Well I have no idea what I'm doing,
so I'm just gonna say sure.
- Well, that's good enough for me.
- Me too.
- We should do a quick check before Mom and--
- YASMINE: Kids! - Time's up.
Let's take it outside, people.
- I'll take this to cover the bike.
- ♪
- REBECCA: Uh, Dad?
You look like a chew toy.
- Yeah, Dad, you look pretty silly.
- Yo, Unc, no offense,
but when Santa show up, I'mma pretend I don't know you.
- Yup, I understand.
- Merry Christmas Eve, Dylan.
- Is this for me? - It sure is.
We realized there's no way you would have
the perfect Christmas without your favorite holiday drink.
- Hot chocolate topped with fried marshmallows?!
- No. Street Nog.
- What's Street Nog?
Eww, and why does it smell like minty bacon?
- REBECCA: And why is it brown?
- Is that a feather?
- Viola said you would have this every year.
- Eh. - Did I say that?
My bad.
I meant "I" had it every year.
- Mom, you had us running all over the place
just to make that for you?
You could have just asked?
- You would have made it for me if I had asked?
- Probably not, no.
- Why were you trying to make some strange drink
for me anyway?
- We could tell by the way you reacted
to the decorations and presents that you felt
as though something was still missing.
- Mama Yas, I meant what I said before.
I love all of this.
You didn't even have to do any of this.
I feel like this is home.
- That's exactly what I said.
I mean, want a hug?
- You're one of the best gifts we've ever gotten.
- [clearing throat] - What?!
- I said one of the best.
Come on you two, get in here.
[laughing]
- [clearing throat]
- You too, come on. Get in here.
- ALL: [laughing]
- Mmm. - Mm.
- If somebody would help me down off this shelf,
I'd join you.
- Boy, are you crying?
- No, I must be allergic to this costume or something.
- Well, before Santa gets here,
how about we each open a present?
- KIDS: Yeah!
- Let's start with the one that we made for Mom and Dad.
- Okay, follow us.
- To the garage!
- Um, hey, um...
Excuse me?
- Okay, so y'all know how much y'all wanted
that fancy exercise bike?
- Mmm. Yeah, yeah.
- Well, we built one for you! - Ta-da!
- Are you kidding?!
You guys built this yourselves?
- Yep!
- Oh my God. - Okay, okay,
kids, I'm impressed. - Me too.
That's way better than anything Myles ever got for me.
- Hey!
Yeah, no, she's right. [laughs]
Uh, may I?
- Yeah, sure.
- Wait a minute, is that a TV?! - Yes, sir.
- Shut the front door.
Okay, okay, okay.
Hold on.
Wait a minute. Okay.
- Ooh, look at my baby go.
- I still feel like we forgot to do something.
- Charlie, relax.
- Yeah, look. It's all good, bro.
- Ha, ha, ha, no more dad bod.
Hello, rad bod.
Go ahead, ha-ha, check me out.
Look, Ma, no hands. Ha!
Oh, I'm freestyling.
I'm on the Tour De France.
I'm on the Tour De France! [screaming]
- Oh yeah, the bolts. We forgot to tighten them.
I knew it was something.
- DYLAN: Are you okay, Uncle Myles?
- Well, luckily for me, I landed on the softest car
I could find.
Mom, no pictures!
- This is video.
- It's Santa, he's here!
- He's early!
- Someone get the milk and cookies!
- Santa, Santa!
Santa G! - Young Dylan!
- Uh-uh. - Uh.
- Dylan, who is this?
- Oh, this is my boy, Santa G!
- What? - Yeah.
He used to live in our building.
Then he moved to that retirement home.
- You know, but every year Dylan and his mom
would still invite me over for Christmas.
- Yo, Santa. My aunt and uncle say you can stay
as long as you want.
- Oh, that sounds nice. How's the Wi-Fi?
- Oh.
- Dylan, honey...
we thought you meant Santa Claus.
- What? Sure, like I know Santa Claus!
Let me get that for you.
- Oh hey...
Miss Viola.
- Hey, right back at you, Santa G.
- [chuckling]
- Mom, you knew Dylan was talking about his friend
and not Santa?
- I sure did.
- So why didn't you say?
- Tried to, wouldn't listen.
Is that OG Street Nog I'm smelling?
- [laughs] Yeah.
I made it myself.
- Give me the ice. Just give me more ice.
- Sorry...that our gift turned out so bad.
- You don't have anything to be sorry about.
We meant what we said.
You guys didn't have to buy us anything.
- Exactly.
We'd have been just as happy with one of your raps.
- Really?
- Well, as it turns out,
I do have a Christmas rap for you.
- Really? - Okay, well can we hear it?
- No doubt! Everyone have a seat.
You too, Grandma and Santa G.
- Okay.
- Actually this is from me, Rebecca and Charlie.
- Nice. - Okay!
- ♪ Christmas in the air smelling sweet ♪
♪ What did Granny bake
♪ Holiday PJs, fly me in like Santa's sleigh ♪
♪ Clap with the holiday slap, set the whole mood ♪
♪ Mama in the kitchen while her mama cooking soul food ♪
♪ Scroll through everybody welcome ♪
♪ Bring the fam too, it's a celebration ♪
♪ Feeling good, you can dance too ♪
♪ Cousins by the dozen
♪ Telling stories 'bout their loved ones, said ♪
♪ Be quiet, I think I hear somebody coming ♪
♪ Time to light the lights up and trim the tree ♪
♪ Then away we come down the chimney ♪
♪ It's a winter wonderland, everything with snow on it ♪
♪ Know that presents is the gift ♪
♪ That's why I put a bow on it ♪
♪ This Christmas ♪
- ALL: [cheering]
- Yes! Yes! Yes! - I like that.
- REBECCA: And this is me.
And that's me again. - Right.
- Ah! Gotcha!
- Hey, boys, settle down!
Viola, I have to admit, this Street Nog is delicious.
- I told you, don't sleep on them pigeon eggs,
girl. - Okay.
- ♪ Silent night, holy night
♪ All is calm
- SANTA G: Can someone bring me a towel, please?
I'm in the bathtub and I don't see one.
- Don't even think about it, Mama.
- ♪ Uh, all is bright
- ALL: ♪ Round yon virgin
♪ Mother and child
♪ Holy infant so tender and mild ♪
♪
♪ Sleep in heavenly - Best Christmas ever!
- ♪ Peace
♪ Sleep in heavenly peace ♪
- Merry Christmas, everyone! [yelling]
- It's my turn now! Here, take it!
- KIDS: [yelling]
- ♪