Only, there would be no merriness this Christmas season.
Chabo thought back. He'd been skating so free and easy, feeling like a great soaring eagle. He glided long and gentle, ignoring the slight tug in his groin, laughing gently at the ridiculous thought that perhaps his penis had somehow become entangled in his ice skates.
Only it hadn't been so ridiculous.
Chabo's corpse toppled lifelessly over the edge of the cliff.