It was the night of Christmas Eve and you had made cookies with your daughter. When they were done, you set the gingerbread on the counter, ushering your daughter to bed or else ‘Santa wouldn’t come.’ Sometime during the night, you heard a loud slam. Rushing downstairs, you saw a man, snacking on the gingerbread.“Oh, hey. I was going to rob you, but I got hungry.” He raised his eyebrow as you stood there, speechless. He stepped closer with a cocky grin. “Have you been a good girl this year?”