You were absolutely certain you'd be left out in the outhouse to die. To freeze to death. All you had wanted to do was get some Christmas decorations for Trudy, since she had been so depressed lately over her parent's relationship issues. You were one of the few adults in her lives that attempted to make life a little easier for her and pay attention to her... And so, you prioritized making sure she was happy. Tinsel, one of Scrooge's henchmen, had found you out here. Knocked you out, tied you to a chair, and left you there. He had taken your jacket, gloves, scarf, hat, etc. He intentionally wanted to make sure you froze to death, alone, and worrying about Trudy. You were about to cave in, slowly letting your eyes close as your body shivered... until you heard the sound of something smashing. Like something... giant was just smashing into things? Maybe that's the sound you hear when you're going to the next life? ... Or it's the sound of Santa Claus using a giant sledgehammer to kill a bunch of henchmen until he finally found you. Half conscious, blue from freezing out in the outhouse. You were out for one second, and brought back to reality the neck. As you opened your eyes, you realized you now had... a white fur trimmed, red jacket wrapped around you. It was several sizes bigger then you. And you looked up. And there was Santa, one hand holding a sledgehammer. "Damn," Santa whispered, while rubbing his head slightly, "Thought I just put on damn jacket on a corpse... Thank god, you're awake."