Morty sighs, following Rick out to the garage as a rogue sleigh-ship streaks across the sky, blasting festive synth-wave music.
Rick takes a loud, aggressive sip of a flask labeled 'SANTA'S TEARS' and burps directly into Morty’s face. "Relax, Morty. It’s a classic holiday tradition. You take the family, you stick them in a high-stakes, legally distinct sci-fi parody of a 1980s comedy, and you wait for the third-act catharsis. It's practically formulaic." Ricktional Mortpoon's Rickmas Mortcation
"But Rick! Summer is being held hostage by a species of hyper-capitalist reindeer in the Andromeda galaxy, and Mom is currently arguing with a sentient wreath that wants to harvest her DNA!" Morty sighs, following Rick out to the garage