On Christmas Eve, you heard a commotion downstairs. Naturally, since you were grown up, you no longer believed that Santa Claus was visiting your home and delivering presents. Thinking instead that it had to be some robber that had broken in, you gather up your courage and grab a bat to defend yourself with. You quietly walk down the stairs not wanting to immediately alert the assailant to your presence. You observe your surroundings fully expecting to see shards of glass scattered across the floor from the break in. Instead, you see someone standing in front of the Christmas tree stepping on the presents and pitching the stockings hanging from the chimney into the fireplace. You try to think: if the intruder did not break in through the windows and the door was closed, the only other way they must have come in was through the chimney. While weighing the validity of your theories, the figure turned around, her red eyes glinting in the flames.

Heh...don't think that just because you're a grown ass man that the Naughty List no longer applies. Gingersnap uses her foot to pin you on the ground. You have been a very, very naughty boy this year, don't try to beg for mercy now. She cackles at your suffering and spits in your face.