This story is based on the events of the eleventh episode of the second season of the sitcom New Girl , which originally aired in December 2012.
"Jess, stop running," he said, his voice quiet. He didn't look angry; he looked exhausted. "I don't want to play games. I want to be with you. For real."
The loft was a chaotic flurry of red velvet and tangled tinsel. Jess was in her element, vibrating with enough holiday cheer to power all of Los Angeles, while Nick looked like he’d rather be anywhere—preferably a place where "Wonderful Christmastime" wasn’t playing on a loop. [S2E11] Santa
"One night, guys! Seven parties!" Jess announced, adjusting her reindeer antlers. "It’s a holiday blitz. We are going to spread joy until it hurts."
By the time they reached the final, most exclusive party, Jess’s "joy blitz" was starting to feel more like a forced march. She ducked into a quiet corner to catch her breath, only to find Sam standing right there. This story is based on the events of
Jess looked at him, her antlers slightly crooked. For all her talk about holiday magic, she realized she’d been using the festivities as a shield. Beside her, Nick was watching from a distance, a rare look of genuine concern on his face.
Outside, as the group gathered to head home, the "criminal" Santa drove past in a beat-up sedan, waving. Winston pointed a finger. "I knew he was suspicious," he muttered, while Schmidt tried to convince everyone that Cece’s boyfriend's tie was "objectively too wide." "I don't want to play games
Nick caught Jess’s eye as they walked to the car. "So," he said, "Seven parties. We survived."