Nick caught Jess’s eye as they walked to the car. "So," he said, "Seven parties. We survived."

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 the eleventh episode of the second season of the sitcom New Girl , which originally aired in December 2012.

"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."

As the gang piled into the car, the tension wasn't just coming from Schmidt. Jess was feeling the weight of her own complicated romantic life. Her ex, Sam, had been blowing up her phone. He wanted to talk, but Jess, fearful of getting her heart broken again, was determined to hide behind a mask of festive franticness.

She took a breath, the smell of pine and expensive cologne filling the air. "Okay," she said softly. "No more running."

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Nick caught Jess’s eye as they walked to the car. "So," he said, "Seven parties. We survived."

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. [S2E11] Santa

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. Nick caught Jess’s eye as they walked to the car

"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." She ducked into a quiet corner to catch

As the gang piled into the car, the tension wasn't just coming from Schmidt. Jess was feeling the weight of her own complicated romantic life. Her ex, Sam, had been blowing up her phone. He wanted to talk, but Jess, fearful of getting her heart broken again, was determined to hide behind a mask of festive franticness.

She took a breath, the smell of pine and expensive cologne filling the air. "Okay," she said softly. "No more running."