There was a cold winter beast that lurked in the shadows behind the factory. Only one person had seen it, and so only one person was scared of it.

The others laughed. They asked him, where could it have come from, but your imagination!

It was true, the factory was far from anywhere. It was so remote that it hardly existed, buried deep in a frozen land. But still, the beast had come from somewhere, and one worker had seen it standing on the other side of the door. It was trying to get in.

It ran away, that time, but it came back. Often. Quietly.

And some time during the year, the winter beast got into the factory.

Only half of the good children got their toys that year.

Season’s Greetings!