Phyllis tells Angela to put the Christmas tree back up, and is told it's outside. "I didn't ask you where it was, I told you where it needs to be," Phyllis snaps. And that's it for Angela. She tells Phyllis to shut up, and calls her bluff, saying she knows Phyllis will never give her away and lose her control over the party planning committee. Phyllis appears to fold, but on her way out to get the tree herself, she turns and announces, "Angela's having sex with Dwight!" Everyone is shocked. "Don't look so surprised," Dwight tells everyone smugly. Oh, and I should mention that Andy is nowhere in sight. Probably because neither is the sitar.
Jim and Pam have a joint TH in which Pam claims to have known it all along. Jim has his doubts, but Pam has decided what she wants for Christmas: the point. So Jim gives it to her. "She knew it," he agrees.
Michael has learned that you can't just check someone into rehab, but he's not giving up on Meredith. "I need to find a way to push Meredith to the bottom," he says. "I think I can do it. I did it with Jan."
Andy returns to the party with the sitar, and sits down to accompany himself on it while cheesily singing "Deck the Halls" to Angela and a very quiet staff. "The Little Drummer Boy" would have been better. He finishes up, and Angela, looking around at everyone with full eyes, quietly asks Andy to take her home. "Tough room," Andy says cluelessly as he gets up, completely oblivious to why everyone's looking at him like that. "Come on, I just learned it." Let's hope for his sake that he learns something else, and soon.
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