For how many centuries have I been condemned to guard this golden box? The surrounding trees keep changing color, in line with the contents in the box. The glass pole has a gift trapped inside, accessible only to the Perfect Human Being. Imperfect Gods, Attractive AntiGods, Scheming Sinners  and Inimitable Devils have all visited this place, and deposited their deeds inside this box.

It is a kind of bank account, which holds the collective Sin and Goodness of Humanity. Goodness is credited, Sin is debited. And the gift trapped inside, writhes and struggles every Christmas, waiting to be released, wanting to meet its rightful owner.