Twas the night before Christmas, and the streets were eerily quiet. No one was out, save for a tall stranger in a long coat who appeared on the doorstep of the old Thornwood house.
Inside, the fire crackled, and the family had nearly given up hope on a white Christmas. But when the doorbell rang, young Sarah answered. The man smiled, his eyes hidden beneath a shadowy brim, and handed her a small, glittering box. "Merry Christmas," he said, before disappearing into the snowy night.
The box was opened to reveal a beautiful snow globe with a miniature village inside. As Sarah shook it, a soft flurry of snow filled the room, and the Thornwoods suddenly felt a warmth they hadn’t known in years. Perhaps the stranger was more than he seemed.
stake: tiantiantian