You wake up, checking your clock once again, it's barely been another hour as your drousy, yet unwavering eyes nagging you to go to sleep, but no matter how hard you try, that child like sence of wonder refuses, demanding you wake up and just
... check on the tree, make sure it's still there~

You escape your warm domain, wrapping a fluffy dressing gown around your waist and slipping on some cosy slippers and you creep downstairs, being careful not to make a sound...

You peak into the living room... And the room is adorned with presents! The tree well stocked and stockings stuffed as your eyes widen with glee, keeping in a violent eeeeee!

You sneak into the room, and spot a big, heft present before you! Irresistible as it stands out, as if teasing you, wanting you to open it, clearly the biggest and best of your Christmas treats...

You unwrap the ribben ever so delicately and...
What the heck!?
What is this!?
Is this some kind of sick joke!?!?

Bread!?!? Hecking bread!? Not even good bread!!! It looks moldy and blue!! And has horns sticking out of it!!! Who could play such a cruel and horrid prank!!
"Christmas is ruined!!!" You yelp, folding your arms with a huff, as the sentient loaf hops onto your lap and laps at your cheek.

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