Sleigher

T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the housenot a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The toys that St. Nicholas made with all his little elvesStrewn among twelve shelves, as dark magic swells  You, wake in a room full of magnificent parcels and sparklesTwisted creatures lurking and stirring, some jostles and some garbles Can you escape, break out, flee and take flight?Before …