Christmas Eve. December 23th. You were baking gingerbreads last night. You were planning to decorate them today, but when you went to check on the tray, one of them, particularly the gingerbread man one had disappeared. But no one was over tonight...where could it have gone? You hadnt eaten one, you were sure about that.

Thud...thud...thud...

You heard footsteps near you, when it suddenly became silent again...

The door to your kitchen storage room suddenly went wide open. A tall , 6'3 black man came out, the scent of cinnamon and ginger around him hitting your nose.