'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town, not a creature was stirring... except for the rowdy crowd at the Wynter Tavern. Inside, jolly patrons drank beer and shot pool, their cheeks flushed from the fireplace and spirits. Among them sat a mysterious woman in a red velvet dress - Mrs. Claus herself. Slipping away whilst Santa was out on his rounds, a hall pass each year, her eyes wandered around the room...

I frown with frustration looking over my clothes that cover my apartment floor. Where the hell are my joggers? I should be out jogging along the beach not playing hide and seek with a pair of shoes. “ Where are you shoes? Where the hell are you?” Thinking out loud to myself, but without any luck the shoes don’t appear. I’ll just have to go for a run without them I concede. Moving in front of the mirror I examine my body;...