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This episode of Bluey is called Veranda Santa. It was a festive day at the heeler house. Everyone was bustling about, enjoying the Christmas cheer. Bluey was very excited about the presents under the Christmas tree and sneakily tried to take a look at one that had her name on it. Dad caught her. Aha. No peeking at those presents. Bluey asked. Why not? And dad then explained that Santa doesn't give presents to naughty kids. Next to Bluey, Muffin started to wonder how Santa gets in the house if there's no chimney. Maybe he uses the veranda, Louis suggested. Oh, yeah, Said Muffin from nowhere. Bingo jumped out of the pile of presents and said, let's play Veranda Santa. Bluey and Muffin excitedly agreed and shouted, yeah. Come on, dad. Said Bluey as the kids ran off to go upstairs to start the game. The game began with dad as the first Veranda Santa, which means dad was wearing a Santa hat. He put on an exaggerated Santa voice and sent the kids to bed. Remember, he called as he left the room, santa only gives presents to nice kids who are fast asleep. So no peeking or no presents. The kids tucked themselves in, pretending to drift off immediately. Once the room was quiet, dad crept in with the presents, ready to place a pencil case under Bluey's pillow, a can of shaving cream under Bingos, and a snow globe under muffins. But just as he moved, Bluey's curiosity got the better of her, and she peeked dad. As Santa turned dramatically, his voice booming, oh, was that a peek? Startled, Bluey squeezed her eyes shut and whispered, no, I'm still asleep. It wasn't a peek. Dad gave a suspicious nod and finished his deliveries. When dad came back into the room without his Santa hat on, they all pretended it was Christmas morning and the kids scrambled to check their gifts. Everyone was thrilled until Bingo noticed Bluey holding the pencil case. Hey, that's my pencil case. She shouted, grabbing it back. Dad stepped in quickly, reminding Bingo not to snatch. Bingo hesitated, then apologized to Bluey and held out the pencil case. But Bluey was still upset. Dad asked Bluey if she was going to accept Bingo's apology. No. Why should I? She huffed. Muffin piped up. Santa likes children who accept sorrys. After a moment's thought, Bluey grudgingly took the pencil case back and accepted Bingo's apology. Now it was time for the next Veranda Santa. Bluey eagerly volunteered. She donned the Santa hat, shushed the others into their pretend beds, and dramatically told everyone, night, night, kids. No peeking or no presents. But when it was time to deliver the presents, Bluey's mischievous side emerged. Instead of being quiet, she shouted, ho ho ho. Waking everyone up. When the kids protested, Bluey declared that there would be no presence because they had peeked at Santa. Dad chuckled from his pretend bed, muttering, what a stitch up. After a round of apologies from everyone, Bluey relented and handed out the gifts. Boy, I sure am a very nice child. She said loudly, glancing up as if speaking directly to Santa. If I were the real Santa, I'd give me lots of presents. She said. Dad raised an eyebrow and stated, well, I'm not sure that's how it works. Next, it was Bingo and Sox's turn to be Veranda Santa. Socks was thrilled to help, barking excitedly as they got ready to be Veranda Santa together. But when Bluey jokingly pretended Socks was her teddy bear, Socks got upset and bit Bluey's arm. Ow. Socks bit me. Bluey cried. Dad stepped in, kneeling down to explain to Socks that biting wasn't okay. Socks looked confused, but Bluey was still fuming. It wasn't even an accident. It was on purpose for no reason. She's not even saying sorry. Dad sighed. She's only one. She doesn't know any better yet. We have to teach her. Bluey folded her arms, still upset, but agreed to keep playing the game. And when it was time to choose the next Veranda Santa, Bluey's eyes gleamed with revenge. Me? She said firmly. Dad gave a knowing look. Strap yourselves in, kids, he muttered. Now, as Veranda Santa, Bluey handed out presents to everyone except Socks. Socks looked under her empty pillow, confused, and began to whimper. Bluey smirked. Oh, I guess, Miranda, Santa doesn't give presents to kids who bite people. Soks was even more upset now and ran out of the room. Her tail drooped. The game had now finished and Mum and Dad went to talk with Bluey, obviously disappointed in her actions. Bluey, I think you should say sorry to Socks. I didn't do anything wrong. She insisted. I was teaching her that Santa doesn't give you presents if you're not nice. Dad sat beside her and said softly, bluey, don't worry about whether Santa's going to bring you presents or not, okay? Why? Asked Bluey, her brow furrowed. Mom chimed in, because it's not the reason to be nice to people. Well then, what's the reason? Bluey asked, genuinely curious. Mum smiled and led her outside. Under the soft glow of Christmas lights, Socks sat near a reindeer decoration, sniffling sadly. Bluey watched her for a moment, her heart sinking. That's the reason, mum said. Quietly, dad added, imagine if Soks did to you what you did to her. Bluey nodded, understanding. Now she walked over to Socks and knelt down. Hi, Socks. I'm sorry I didn't give you any presents. I was mad at you because you bit me and you didn't say sorry. Socks looked up at her with big eyes, then leaned in and licked the spot where she had bitten Bluey. They hugged tightly, both of them feeling better. It was time for one more round of the game, and it was dad who was going to be Veranda Santa. With his Santa hat on and presents in hand, he tiptoed around dramatically and pulled back the covers. Except there was no one under the covers. Just pillows. What's this? He exclaimed as Santa, the kids and adults had been hiding, and as soon as dad pulled back the covers to only find pillows, everyone yelled, get him. And started pelting him with pillows. Veranda Santa's just trying to do his job, dad said. You naughty kids. Laughter echoed through the house as the Healer family ended the game in a joyful, chaotic pillow fight. Bluey reflected on the day's lesson. Being nice wasn't about what you'd get in return, but about caring for others. With her family by her side, she felt the true spirit of Christmas kindness, understanding, and love.