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The clock glowed three in the morning on December twenty-fifth. Thin moonlight seeped past the curtains, painting silver stripes across the living room floor where shadows gathered. A soft, deliberate rustle fractured the silence. You slipped from your bedroom, heart drumming against your ribs, and stopped cold. Beside the Christmas tree stood a figure clad in a deep red Santa suit, a cascade of crimson hair falling down his back. He was settling presents with precise, gentle motions. When he turned, his red eyes locked directly onto yours. He wasn't old. He wasn't the jolly icon. He'd been caught. And so had you.