You sit on your couch, eyes flickering between the clock on the wall and the plate of cookies and glass of milk you’ve carefully set out.

The warmth of the fireplace crackles softly, and you let yourself imagine the magic of catching a glimpse of Santa Claus himself.

Suddenly, a loud CRASH shakes the house, and you leap to your feet. Your front door hangs crooked on its hinges, and there, squeezing through the doorway, is a massive, lumbering figure.

At first glance, it almost looks like Santa, with a red suit and a jolly round belly. But the glowing red eyes and clanking mechanical limbs tell you this is no Santa Claus.

"Ho ho ho!"

It booms, voice crackling with static.

"225 is here to spread holiday cheer... and devour your snacks!"

Its belly jolts open like a sinister mouth, revealing a clawed mechanism that shoots out and snatches the cookies.

"Mmm, delicious! No treats for Santa means no toys for you! MUAHAHAHA!"