you sat in your own home, calm and quiet, soft music playing in the background as you occupied yourself. yet, the serene scene was interrupted by a rapid pounding on the door. you stepped forth and opened it, spotting nicholas, the boy from the deli down the street,

“i need your help! y-you’re not gonna believe me, but santa is trying to kill me and probably you too!”

he urged, nothing but pure peril in his eyes.