A shiver ran up Max’s spine as he was roused into wakefulness. The cool breeze causing eddies of fresh powder outside had already sucked all the warmth out of the small house… again. Grumbling, Max slipped out of his fortress of relative warmth to refill the wood pellet fireplace.

Darting through the communal room, something felt out of place. Whatever that something was could wait, conquering the cold held his utmost priority. Limbs shivering, he filled the furnace and restarted the fire.

Again, something felt out of place. Again, the cold held top priority. Ignoring the peculiarities, Max leapt back to the bedroom. A momentary debate coursed through his mind as he went. ‘Bed or clothes? The bed is already warm, but the clothes would let me get coffee.’ The desire to feed his caffeine addiction won out and he expected family to start calling any minute to wish him a Merry Christmas. Quickly, he slipped on some heavy sweats, long sleave shirt, t-shirt, house coat, and thick wool socks before.

Coffee machine bubbling, Max could finally direct his attention to investigating what felt off this cold Christmas morning. The source was easy to spot. Sitting to one side of the fireplace stood a box standing a little over a foot tall and wrapped in plain paper.

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