Trinity found herself back in her bedroom

Standing by the open window, freezing

She closed it as the hallway clock chimed two

She waited in silence

“Guess the second one’s not coming”

A loud sound came from her downstairs living room

She threw on her slippers

Unbolted the door, and descended the stairs

Instantly her nose was filled

With the smells of holiday hams and desserts

“What?”

She turned the corner to discover her fireplace

Decorated with garland and a tree

With presents stacked to the ceiling

Then a swirling storm arose

As a massive shadow filled the room