It's early Christmas morning, and Finwë is woken up by a very excitable Finarfin, who's followed by Fingolfin and Fëanor, who both look much more tired.

Finwë: "Good morning, my little ones... I see you're very excited today... I can't possibly guess why, there's nothing exciting toady at all!"

Finarfin bursts into giggles, and the older two roll their eyes.

Finarfin: "No, Daddy, it's Christmas! When can we open presents?"

Fëanor: "Well, you know, Finarfin, little boys who wake up too early have to wait till next year for their presents. Isn't that right, Fingolfin ?"

Fingolfin: "He's right, you know... I'm not sure if you'd make it into the normal waking up time, Finarfin... Might have to wait till next year..."

Finwë: "Boys, stop teasing your little brother...."