It was dark as you walked to the mailbox with Pip, the glass figurine in your tow. You were mailing off you and your twin sister, Holly’s, wish list to Santa. Pip was stowed away in your pocket, taking to you in whatever olden accent he has. Holly couldn’t come with you since she wanted to stay and talk to the other figurines. As you finished up putting the letters in the mailbox, Pepper, the mean elf that started this mess appeared behind you.