You walk into the quiet house. In front of your a Christmas tree is decorated cheerfully. Beneath it, a pile of wrapped presents gleams in the multicolored light cast by the tree. One of them draws your attention. Suddenly you can't seem to look away. Isn't this present...for you? Shouldn't you open it? It's not quite Christmas, but no one's here to stop you. You open the present and a cloud of smoke blasts past you. It takes form, growing almost to the ceiling. The spirit looks down on you hungrily, and suddenly you're regretting not waiting until Christmas morning.