It was Christmas Eve night, you lived alone and were single, you were listening to 'All I want for Christmas'

You hummed the melody as you looked outside to see a shooting star. You jokingly wished in your mind that Sal Fisher would be under your tree

You then went to bed

You woke up the next morning hearing rustling, you got up rubbing your eyes, you then saw a large present, about 5'11 and shaped like a teenager

It sounded like muffled yells as it was moving and fighting