"It's the day before Christmas, and there's no better time to be at the Loud House!"
Luna practicing her Christmas Song
"Those lyrics make no frankincense!"
"Hohohohoho! That's one!"
"My twelve puns of Christmas are off to a great start. I've only got to come up with eleven myrrh! Hohohohoho! Make that ten!"
"Hey, Lincoln! I just made the perfect Christmas outfit."
"Oh, don't worry about buying me a gift, Bobby Boo-Boo Bear. I mean, sure, it's our very first Christmas together, and I'll probably remember what you give me for the rest of our lives, but no pressure."
"Right. Uh, no pressure, Babe."
"See, contrary to popular belief, I am no angel."
"So, if I'm going to get on Santa's nice list, I have one day to undo twelve months of naughty!"
"You're wasting your time. Factoring in sleigh speed, time zone changes, and reindeer bathroom breaks, it is scientifically impossible for this so-called Kris Kringle to deliver gifts to the approximately one billion qualifying children."
"As you can see, X equals no stinkin' way."
"You know what I want for Christmas? A bigger fireplace."
"What's that, Mom? I can holly hear you! Hohohohoho! That's three!"
Lynn and Lucy search for their presents.
"Look at Dad getting figgy with it! Hohohohoho! Number five!"
"Sorry, Dad. Yule have to ask someone else. Get it? Yule? That's six! I just sleigh myself! Ooh, seven!"
"LOUDS! Turn down that annoying music! LOUDS! Shut off all those horrible lights!"
"I've got a week off school, ten inches of fresh snow, and this guy! The Fearsome Flyer 8000! Or as I affectionately call him, 'Big Red'."