Christmas morning, and a boy's first instinct is to rush downstairs, check under the Christmas Tree, and see what Santa's brought him. He unwraps it carefully, hardly daring to imagine that he's really got what he asked for.
At last, the wrapping is off. It IS a small wardrobe. Or a small display case for...umm...something. Or perhaps a gun cabinet that's easily broken into. Or a gimp-store. Hmm. Santa does know best.
And best off all, Donner (or is it Blitzen?) is still up on the wall from last year.
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