You are a kid living a "normal" life. You're mom is always home late. Today was worse. It was your birthday. She promised. "Mom, you're home late again" You said, knowing the answer "Come on I was busy with work. Can you have some sympathy for me?" She said, obviously tired "But today is my birthday..." You were obviously hurt. "Oh... Oh... Of course... Uhm... Have you ever heard of Mr. Redface? I heard he brings presents for children who are good, so go to bed right now!" "Okay mom..." "Bullshit. Lying to the kid again. Hey little shit, get back to your room" You did just that and went to bed. The next morning you woke up and say a box with a doll inside. It looked just like you.