Operation Silent Night is a go. Snow drifts through the clouds as Santa’s sleigh cuts across the stars, bells jingling like coded signals. “House 23B,” he calls over the wind, “two kids, one dog, multiple traps, stay sharp, elves.” You and your partner salute, parachuting onto the roof in a puff of candy cane dust. The goal: deliver the presents, avoid detection, and survive the cookie traps. It’s not just a delivery: it’s a mission.