Truck felt annoyed that morning as he regained consciousness. On the one hand, some jackass had clearly left a window open, as it was freezing. On the other hand, some kind soul had evidently prepared a delicious breakfast, if the scent and crackle was anything to go by. The problem was, Truck lived alone...
He opened his eyes, and realized four things. First, he was not in his bed, but rather he was lying face-first in an open field. Second, he'd apparently gotten hold of a flamethrower that night, judging by the extinguished one in his hand. Third, that delicious smell was coming from the flame-roasted corpse of a reindeer, and judging by the red nose it was none other than Rudolph. Finally, the rest of the reindeer herd was approaching, and they seemed unamused.
Trucks tried to explain that he'd been framed, but he was bludgeoned to a pulp before he could complete his story. By some miracle, Truck's Mason Membership Card made it through the storm of hooves and antlers, but that was the only part of him that remained recognizable.
On an unrelated note, an investigation into Stefl reveals that Stefl was indeed a part of the anti-Santa cabal: investigators were initally uncertain, but ultimately they decided that the attic full of C-4 and the "Die Santa Die" manifestos (plural) were enough to justify that conclusion.
*DAY FOUR START*