Pemulis woke in relief, there was a chill in the air, he felt beads of sweat, where once there was hair. He looked to the window, all he saw was white blankets, of snow on the ground, and then he heard a loud sound. And Helga was there, on a sleigh in the backyard, hanging lights on the trees.
Pemulis tried to speak but no words came, he adjusted his eyes, and saw the Christmas tree was aflame. I ran to the door, but no one could see me, and then it came to my ears, in a Christmas-time melody. I walked down the stairs, and brewed me a coffee, I was there just in time, to see Nikolaus out from the chimney.
Helga just then burst inside through the door that was ajar, to the living room with a, pet Igel she found, in the snow-covered backyard. How grateful I was that the Igel was still alive, but then I felt worried, when I saw the babies that numbered five. She told me she wanted, to keep them for Christmas, at least she wasn't screaming -- that was a bonus.
The tree was still ablaze, and don't forget Nikolaus was there too, though from some fumes in the kitchen, he looked a little dazed. With the fire and the Igels and Helga covered in snow, Pemulis decided, that it was time for him to go. He put on his jacket and his gloves and his boots, he had a real bad feeling, Helga and Nikolaus were in cahoots.
The Igels began to laugh as Joelle appeared in the room, she was wielding an ash tray, and a rather long broom. They ran for the door only to see that it was closed, Heinrich crawled after them, bouncing off his toes. And Helga was still there and she broke the window quickly, to free all the Igels, and they escaped quite quickly. But the tree was still on fire, so I grabbed a glass of wine, and threw it at the tree, which did the job just fine. The room was full of smoke and a pile of ashes that smelled, like a fine Barolo, and a tree that was just felled. And Nikolaus looked around, at the disaster before his eyes, so he followed the Igels, yelling wait up guys!
Things were finally settled, almost quiet like a whisper, then the neighbor woke up, to make use of his wood chipper. Joelle had had enough, so she stepped aside into the snow, and yelled at the neighbor, TURN THAT OFF YOU EFFING HO!
