Kid deserves a prize for telling the truth!

Jordan:

We know you still believe in the big fat creeper! Max:
I don't know what you're talking about! Stevie:
[pulls up Max's letter to Santa]
Are you sure about that? Beth Engel:
[Max tries to get his letter back; Beth stops him]
Stop! Stevie:
[reading]
"Dear Santa, I know I haven't been great this year and I'm sorry for that, but I was really hoping you can help out me and my family this Christmas. We need you!" Oh, Maxi Pad. That is so s... Beth Engel:
[stops him from getting his letter back]
Stop, Max! Stevie:
Blah blah blah. Bullshit, bullshit. Ah, here we go, Maxi's wish list! Beth Engel:
Stevie, stop! That's enough! Stevie:
Wait, you're up first, Beth! [reading] Stevie:
"I wish me and Beth could hang out like we used to." [Beth turns her head to Max] Stevie:
"Might've noticed that I don't have tons of friends." [she pretends to feel sorry for him and Jordan mockingly smiles] Stevie:
Oh, no, really Max? [Jordan laughs and she continues reading] Stevie:
"I wish my Mom and Dad could fall in love again." [Tom and Howard look at each other] Stevie:
"I know they get upset a lot with Dad away from home so much. I think they really just miss each other." [Linda enters] Stevie:
"Also, I wish things weren't so hard for Uncle Howard and Aunt Linda." [Stevie and Linda look at each other] Stevie:
"So, maybe you can lend them a hand for the rest of the year." [turns letter around as Howard and Linda look at each other] Stevie:
"And... and that..." [angrily] Stevie:
Screw you, Dad does not wish we were boys! Sarah Engel:
[smilingly enters with carambola]
Who wants carambola? [Beth turns her head to Sarah and Sarah stops smiling on realizing the situation] Max:
[angrily gets off his chair to get his letter back]
Give me the letter! Tom:
Hey! Max? [Max fights with Stevie and Jordan with the adults talking in the background] Howard:
[pulls Stevie and Jordan back]
All right, That's enough! Tom:
You okay? Honey! Max:
I just wanted Christmas to be like it used to be, but forget it! I hate Christmas! I hate all of you! [angrily and tearfully runs up to his room] Sarah Engel:
Max? Max! Aunt Dorothy:
Oh, lay off of him! [Max slams his bedroom door] Aunt Dorothy:
Kid deserves a prize for telling the truth!