Back at the party, Joan's leading a conga line, and once they take a break, Lee Jr. asks where Santa is. Roger replies that he didn't show, but Lee Jr. says he's sure he congaed by a Santa costume, and suggests Roger put it on. Roger declines, and Pete's actually up for doing it himself, but Lee Jr.'s got a bee in his bonnet about Santa having white hair, and soon he's dropped any pretense of this being a request and is telling Roger to get in the damn suit already. Roger, after a pause, heads off to get it, and while this is not a little creepy, it's probably no weirder than some of the stuff in which he participated while in the Navy. Also, it seems like appropriate karmic retribution for his blackface performance.
The Francis family arrives home to find the place trashed, and Henry correctly guesses kids are responsible. Of course -- adults would know this place is way too boring to be worth breaking into these days.
Jane asks Pryce where his lovely wife is, and Pryce says she and his son are back in London, where he'll join them shortly. In honor of Pryce's British heritage, I'll give that one a hearty "Pshaw!" Roger then emerges from one of the offices in the suit, rather unsteadily if I do say so myself, and gives a present to Lee Jr. -- a Polaroid. Lee Jr. seems genuinely touched in his gruff, closeted way, while elsewhere, Don wishes Peggy, or "sweetheart," as he calls her, a sincere Merry Christmas.
Back at the Francis residence, we hear Bobby freak out off-screen at the eggs in his bed, but Sally discovers that not only is her room fine, Glen has left his lanyard on her pillow. She smiles, as you do when you discover you have your first juvenile delinquent stalker.
Don's packing up when Dr. Miller knocks and enters, complaining she's not allowed to leave until her boss ("Jeff") and Bertram "figure out how to take food from children." After learning she has four Christmas parties to go to and offering appropriate condolences, he invites her to have a seat, but she declines in favor of saying she wanted to make sure they have no problems, as he's the "creative shaman" at SCDP, yet he didn't take the test and walked out on her presentation, and she's disappointed, particularly since she went to the trouble of investigating him thoroughly. He admits that he doesn't think her method of research is particularly productive, but she tells him they're in the same business -- they both help people to sort out the conflict between what they want and what's expected of them. She said almost exactly the same thing when discussing the questionnaire earlier, but Don's mind was focused on thoughts of escape long before that, so I suppose it's logical that he's taken aback by the profundity of her point of view.