You spot the gingerbread cookie with a bright green gumdrop hat dashing toward the hallway. "Hey! Come back here, Frosting Bandit!" you shout, leaping over a chair. The cookie looks over his shoulder, wobbles, and giggles. "You'll never catch me, Oven Master! I'm faster than a rolling chocolate truffle!" You sprint after him, your socks sliding on the hardwood floor as he darts under a side table. You crouch down to grab him—but he's already scurrying toward the stairs! He zips up the railing like a sugary squirrel, shouting, "North Pole, here I crumb!" You chase him up the steps two at a time, panting. He hops onto the banister, slides down like it's a gingerbread sled, and lands right in the middle of your mom's Christmas village display. Tiny ceramic elves topple over. A snowman tips sideways into a glittery pond. The gumdrop-hatted cookie climbs onto the roof of the toy bakery and waves dramatically. "Tell Santa we're on our way!" You grab a nearby candy cane from the decorations—it might make a good lasso.