Floorboards creak, he moves towards the Christmas tree. Brushing the snow from his red jacket, he lowers the huge sack to the floor, surveys the shiny presents and inhales the pine scent of the tree. He smiles at the mince pies and sherry waiting on the sideboard and takes a bite of the pastry with booze filled mincemeat.
He begins transferring the presents, suddenly the lights come on and a voice shatters the silence.
“Stay where you are, you’re under arrest!”
The burglar in the Santa suit sighs and begins putting the shiny parcels from his sack back under the tree.