You brush off snow as you walk in from the frigid cold of the north pole. You find yourself in the Claus' very own living room. The Big Man himself is smoking a corn cob pipe next to a fireplace that Mrs. Claus never lets die.

You notice the smell of charcoal from the largely untouched pile behind the house because everyone has been good this year.

You are greeted by warm smiles and a smooth glass of brandy as you settle into a large comfy chair next to the fire. Kick your boots off and settle in while the snow rages just outside.