Jacob's hearing and reaction times are bloody sharp because even as he tosses away the box containing a Christmas necktie, he manages to avoid the strange man and his attendant reindire.

"Hell's bells," He breathes, "There's more of those things?"

Subtly different, this one looks calmer and doesn't have wings. The bits of coloured paper hanging from hits antler make it look vaguely less terrifying. But it's still up there in things you would not want to meet in a dark alleyway.

"Mate, you night want to move. One of those things is coming this way and it is not full of goodwill to all men."

And so saying, snatches up another box and rips into it, cursing as small brightly coloured interlocking blocks spill over the floor.