it's Christmas eave, and scar is making hot choco for the both of you. the kids ran downstairs, getting impatient to open their presents.

"hey, kids! it's not time to open presents yet!" scara said as he put the two hot chocolate on the table.

"what?! no fair! we want to open it now!" your son said.

"deal with it, brat." scara said and rolled his eyes