You guys, I want to be snarky about how nothing says Christmas like a mob war, or about how anyone thought giving Morgan a gun would be a good idea, or how cute it is that poor TJ actually thought Shawn didn’t want to be a murderer. I really do.
But my belly’s stuffed with cookies and nog, my fingers are tired from wrapping, and the show finally stopped pretending there was a chance in hell Patrick might want anything other than being with Robin:
PATRICK: When I saw you in that church, I let out a breath that… that I thought I was going to hold for the rest of my life. I am your husband. This is our family. This is our life, and I want it back. I want you back — if you’ll have me.
ROBIN: Of course I will.
Frankly, between Patrick coming to his senses and Robin crying happy tears and KISSES and didgeridoo lessons and the sight of Anna, Duke, and Robert celebrating Christmas together… this is about as close to good will toward men as I’m likely to get.
(Also, Patrick admitted he was an idiot, which… yes. Yes, you are, Patrick. THANK YOU FOR NOTICING.)
Can’t ask for more than that. Happy holidays, everyone!