Marmaduke and a bunch of other dogs are Christmas caroling. A man and his wife prefer the dogs' caroling to the caroling of the other Christmas carolers they have seen.

Marmaduke is wearing a hat. He is asked whether the hat means his ears are cold or he is trying to make a fashion statement by his fat elderly neighbor (who is trying to make a fashion statement of his own).

Marmaduke, who has been eagerly anticipating Christmas for a good long while now, opens his front door to find not the bearded red coat-wearing man in a sleigh (Santa) he had been hoping for, but a spindly-limbed alien. Marmaduke runs his preconceived checklist of Santa characteristics by his owner-man, who confirms them. It is anyone's guess as to why the alien was knocking on their door, or why Marmaduke opened the door, or HOW Marmaduke opened the door, or how Marmaduke communicated "Are you sure Santa has a red coat, beard and a sleigh?" to his owner-man, but I wouldn't recommend thinking too hard about any of this.

Marmaduke appears to have been drawn by foot today.

Marmaduke has a habit of fucking poodles around Christmastime. Both he and his latest yuletide one-night-stand have the ability to levitate outside of windows.