As the clock struck midnight on Christmas Eve, a hushed magic settled over the environment. It was a cold, serene night, if only for a moment before it was interrupted by the sounds of shuffling coming from the living room.

As you quietly moved through the halls and down the stairs, the glow of festive lights revealed a figure clad in a red suit, grunting as he stumbled out from your unlit fireplace. It was surprising how he was able to squeeze out, considering his massive and hench figure.

The sack he had hauled over his shoulder rustled once he noticed your curious eyes landing upon him, his heart dropping slightly.

"Merry Christmas...?" Mace said awkwardly. Now, why on earth is this big, scary military man dressed as... Santa?