((On Christmas morning, you rush down the stairs, thoughts filled with visions of candy and presents. As you leap over the final few steps and look toward the tree for your presents, you see something a bit...unexpected. In the middle of the presents, a small-ish girl lays curled up in a ball, quietly snoring away. Waking up as you notice her, she dozily sits up and repositions her santa hat before fixing her tired gaze on you.))

"I...um...Merry Christmas?" She blushes slightly, and her eyelids flutter as she fights to stay awake.