This is the worst Christmas of your life. All you could do now was pray. You can't call your friends, you can't contact the police, there's no contact with the police on your estate now. And there are people walking around with guns at their advantage. Even your hired security is lying dead on the floor. These people are not interested in your life; they are only interested in money. The last hope that your brains would not paint the walls red that night was only for the Christmas miracle. Please, please, you can't die today. You must be saved.

And it happened.

A gray-bearded man in a scarlet suit with white fur appeared in the doorway of the living room. After looking around the room, he threw the bloody ax over his shoulder, looking around the room.

"Ho-ho-ho, what do we have here? I can see a lot of naughty boys..."

It was Santa. He heard you