Kevin Nealon
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The setup
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Introduced by the announcer as a guest sharing his holiday memories, Kevin Nealon leans on a decorated mantel and paints a warm picture of Christmas Eve in his picturesque Connecticut hometown. The nostalgia keeps curdling: the town's charming gift shop is an easy break-in while the owner is home, the red and blue lights around his family house belong to police cars hauling his father away, the gingerbread smells awful, the cozy fire is his sister's bed, and the hot chocolate is scraped off the stove. Tucked in hours early on Christmas Eve, he sneaks his father's whiskey and ends the night sick, sighing that he misses it all, before closing with his idea of the most important thing about the holidays.
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You get a little closer, you realize those are police cars taking your father away for shoplifting.
It's cozy inside, though. Little fire going. No fireplace, just a little fire.
We forget the most important thing, and that's to save your receipts.
Behind the scenes

Writer
A little extra
SNL Archives lists this segment as "Christmas Memories," and the Classic SNL Review credits Kevin Nealon as its writer. It aired in the December 20, 1986 episode hosted by William Shatner, with musical guest Lone Justice.
Automatically generated script; wording may contain errors. Speaker labels are inferred.
With the Christmas season upon us, we all have fond memories. Here with us now to share some of his is Kevin Nealon.
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I grew up in a little storybook town in Connecticut, which was great, especially during the holidays.
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Christmas Eve, you're walking through the town square, everything's decorated, snow is crunching under your feet,
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Christmas decorations everywhere, Christmas music.
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Can you picture that?
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Ah, it's a nice feeling.
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I miss it.
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Cute little gift shop over here. It's all decorated.
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The owner's home with his family, right?
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So you break in, you take whatever you want.
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Doesn't matter. It's the holidays, you know?
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You see your house way down the street, you could just about make it out.
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That's your house, okay.
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It's all decorated, little red and blue lights all around it.
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You get a little closer, you realize those are police cars
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taking your father away for shoplifting.
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But it doesn't matter. It's the holidays, you know?
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it's just a nice feeling over the river and through the woods that's the way my
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grandmother used to drive
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and you get home yeah you get up on a porch and you smell those fresh
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gingerbread men and they stink cuz your mother can't bake for nothing you know
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it's cozy inside though little fire going no fireplace just a little fire
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your sister was smoking in bed so you put her out there's hot chocolate on the
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the stove not in a pot just dried up on the stove so you scrape it off you put it in a pot and you
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heat it up a couple marshmallows pour it into your favorite mug you sit back and you drink it
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and you burn the hell out of the roof of your mouth and for the next few days you're playing
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with a little piece of skin with your tongue huh oh i missed that there's a fruitcake on the table
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his name's Steven and
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And he's excited. Everybody's excited,
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because it's the holidays, you know?
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And you want to go to bed, because you want to wake up
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and open up those presents.
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So you climb into your pajamas, you crawl into bed,
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and you're all snug, and you can't sleep, right?
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Because it's only about 3 in the afternoon.
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So you get up.
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You sneak some of your father's whiskey.
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You drink it, and now you get visions
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of sugar plums dancing in your head.
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You go back to bed,
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and the room starts spinning around
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like crazy.
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crazy and you start throwing up on our sheets and everything. Oh, I miss that. But you know
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something? We forget the most important thing about Christmas because, you know, we get hung
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up and shopping and visiting relatives and, you know, eating and everything. We forget the most
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important thing and that's to save your receipts. Have a Merry Christmas.
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