Presents were stacked high in the cave up yonder, in a curiously ironic tree-like fashion. It felt fitting to take such delight, a mocking of their system. How fun! As if it were his own Christmas, except nowhere near, perish the thought.<br/><br/>It was a curious cave, high up in the mountains. From there he could see all, right down into the town from the windows above. It was a house built in a cave, a strange and magical place, but tarnished with hate and black with spite and anger. Pure rage.<br/>Perhaps he should burn them, thought the beast as he relaxed in his chair. He was large and green, with long horns on his head and a hand full of claws. Warped by his hate and miserable existence. Perhaps he could open them, and burn the useless things but keep the goodies. The options were endless. An ideal, most perfect idea would be to open each and every present in front of the citizens and stamp and break them all whilst laughing.<br/><br/>Oh the choices!<br/><br/>How far was Christmas, could he give them some hope to wipe it right out from under their noses?<br/><br/>Hmmm....