The dark figure crept over the rooftop, surefooted in his dark boots despite the slippery snow. Carefully shifting his blood-red coat aside, he climbed over the chimney lip and dropped, whispering an incantation to slow his fall. Swiftly, he placed several objects beneath the gaudily bedecked carcass of a young tree. One object was a lens designed to alter one’s perception so that one saw only what the lens revealed, rather than what their eyes told them. Another was a personal favorite, a box in which a perpetually smiling clown waited, leaping forth when an unsuspecting victim should make the mistake of activating it.
After searching for several minutes, the intruder samples several pastries from the kitchen, drinking the lukewarm beverage he found on the family table. Before leaving, he stuffed bits of pastry and lumps of sugar and fruit inside one sock belonging to each resident, then encanted the needed spell. Clinging carefully to the walls of the chimney, he climbed up and out of the house, silently pussyfooting on to the next house.