text: [Themes: holiday theme]
  
  > Look around
  A waist-high counter separates the kitchen at the north end of the room from what you charitably think of as the living room. In the living room part is a blue couch, a battered old coffee table, and a small Christmas tree which leans drunkenly to one side; the only other decoration is a calendar hanging on one wall. The kitchen, meanwhile, contains all the usual kitchen stuff, of which the only thing that interests you right now is the coffee maker.
  
  To the east is the door to your bedroom; your bathroom is west, and the front door is south.
  
  > Examine calendar
  It was a Christmas present from your aunt last year. It has pictures of adorable puppies on it, because pictures of adorable puppies are one of the few interests that you and your aunt actually share. You were sort of hoping she'd give you another calendar this year, but instead she gave you that sweater that's like five sizes too big. Oh well.
  
  > look at the table
  A certain someone who used to live here took the coffee table with him when he moved out (adding insult to injury, although you guess it
  was his coffee table), so you got this one off Craigslist as
  a replacement. It was only $20, and, well, you get what you pay for. Works well enough for putting things on, though. Like coffee.
  
  > look at the tree
  Decorated with candy canes and cheap yet shiny plastic ornaments, the tree is listing badly, looking like it's about to fall over. It's looked like that ever since you put it in the stand, though, so you're not too worried. It's like the goddamn Leaning Tower of Pisa or something.
  
  > remove the sweater
  You take off the sweater.
  
  > Go west
  All this shiny white tile under fluorescent lighting kind of hurts your eyes and makes your headache worse. Anyway, this bathroom is equipped with all the normal bathroom stuff - toilet, sink, mirror, shower.
  
  Tiny Tim sits on your sink, looking up at you with big, soulful eyes. "Happy Christmas, and God bless you," he says.
  
  "I'd like to brush my teeth," you say wearily.
  
  "Of course," says Tiny Tim, "only..."
  
  "Only what?" you say. "Come on, get on with it."
  
  "Only, you see, I haven't any Christmas presents for my dear family, and while of course the true spirit of the season requires no present, only love and-"
  
  "I said get on with it," you snap. You have no patience right now for the ramblings of characters written by authors who were paid by the word.
  
  "Well, all right, I'd like a present," he says. You have the feeling he's not going to leave until you find him something.
  
  On the sink is your toothbrush.
  
  > put the headphones in the box
  You put the expensive headphones into the gift box.
  
  > look in the box
  In the gift box are some expensive headphones.
  
  > give the box to Tim
  You hand Tiny Tim the empty gift box that your brother's present came in. Tiny Tim smiles brightly.
  
  "Oh, but how wonderful!" he says, in the most saccharine of tones. "A useful box to put things in! It's really too kind of you to give this to me!" You really cannot tell if he's being sarcastic or not.
  
  He hops off the sink and hobbles away to wherever Dickens characters go when they're not needed. You breathe a sigh of relief and get on with your tooth-brushing.
  
  The rest of your morning routine proves uneventful, and you even manage to get to work on time - if only just. Which is great, because you're really, really not sure how you'd explain why you were late.
  
  > give the headphones to Tim
  (first taking the expensive headphones)
  You hand Tiny Tim the expensive headphones that your brother gave you. It's a bit of a wrench to part with them, but, well, what use have you got for them now?
  
  Tiny Tim turns them over in his little hands a few times. "Er, they're very nice, but... may I ask what exactly they are for?" he says, sounding faintly puzzled.
  
  "Uh, they're a sort of hat," you say, not feeling up to explaining the concept of portable music players to Victorians this morning. You take them from him and put them over your ears. "See? Fashion statement."
  
  You hand the headphones back to him, and he hops off the sink and hobbles away to wherever Dickens characters go when they're not needed. You breathe a sigh of relief and get on with your tooth-brushing.
  
  The rest of your morning routine proves uneventful, and you even manage to get to work on time - if only just. Which is great, because you're really, really not sure how you'd explain why you were late.
  
  > give sweater to Tim
  You hand Tiny Tim the ugly sweater from your aunt; he regards it dubiously. "Well," he says, "I suppose my dear mother will like it."
  
  He hops off the sink and hobbles away to wherever Dickens characters go when they're not needed. You breathe a sigh of relief and get on with your tooth-brushing.
  
  The rest of your morning routine proves uneventful, and you even manage to get to work on time - if only just. Which is great, because you're really, really not sure how you'd explain why you were late.
  
  > give the underwear to Tim
  (first taking your underwear off)
  What would be the point of that? You don't have time to shower, anyway.
  
  > give the shoes to Tim
  You hand Tiny Tim your mother's shoes; he regards them dubiously. "Well," he says, "I suppose my dear mother will like it."
  
  He hops off the sink and hobbles away to wherever Dickens characters go when they're not needed. You breathe a sigh of relief and get on with your tooth-brushing.
  
  The rest of your morning routine proves uneventful, and you even manage to get to work on time - if only just. Which is great, because you're really, really not sure how you'd explain why you were late.
  
  > look at what you're carrying with you
  You are wearing a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and your underwear, and you have a sprig of mistletoe, a sweater, your mother's shoes, a gift box, and a splitting headache.
  
  > give the jeans to Tim
  You kinda need to wear those. Your workplace may have a lax dress code, but they frown on people showing up to work in their underwear.
  
  > Kiss tim
  Keep your mind on the game.
  
  > give mistletoe to Tim
  You hand Tiny Tim the sprig of mistletoe that was hanging in your living room. Not like you really wanted the stuff in the first place, after all.
  
  "Oh, but how wonderful!" he says, in the most saccharine of tones. "Mistletoe! This is sure to bring Christmas cheer to my family!" You really cannot tell if he's being sarcastic or not.
  
  He hops off the sink and hobbles away to wherever Dickens characters go when they're not needed. You breathe a sigh of relief and get on with your tooth-brushing.
  
  The rest of your morning routine proves uneventful, and you even manage to get to work on time - if only just. Which is great, because you're really, really not sure how you'd explain why you were late.