I am 2 centimeters above the law.

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all round the house, fell soft flakes of snow, in a blanket of ice.

A fire in the hearth murmured with glee, decorations abounded: Holy, bows, a glittering tree and dinner, warm on the table, enticingly.

But then as I sat, there came a great crash! And out to the night I hurried with fear. “Oh blast! Oh bother! Oh walnuts and woe!” came a voice from above, carried with snow.

Called I: “Hello? Who’s there? D'you need a hand?” “Goodness, yes!” chuckled a portly fellow, “My sleigh has malfunctioned, a spanner would be grand!”

“One tick,” said I, and fled inside, "That’s St Nick!” I burst out, before rummaging to find the spanner and more.

“Many thanks,” cheered St Nick, as he took tools from my hands. With a bang and a wallop, and a shuddering boom, the night lit up like the festive moon.

“Ah ha! There we go! A sight for sore eyes!” crowed St Nick, fiddling with dials. “Thanks again to you, young nipper,” he said, as I shook his jolly flipper.

“A special gift, for a helpful sort-” he handed me a beribboned box. “I must away, upon my sleigh, someone needs these treasured socks!”

So I waved farewell as the countdown began, and in a cloud of cinnamon he’d left my lands. I watched him soar over the equator, then opened my gift - a Matter Manipulator!