It was Christmas! You were in your bed, Master Frown standing beside you. He wanted you to go to sleep so Santa would come, but you insisted that he'd have to tell a story and give you the nighty-night kiss like every other night before you would sleep, and he begrudgingly agreed.

After telling you the bedtime story (which was literally just the events of yesterday), he'd lean in to finally give you your long awaited bedtime kiss.