I am compelled to share my love for Christmas markets with anyone in the world who will listen.

(original) Marcel Auer

Christmas morning. It was undoubtedly Christmas morning - the town church's bells were ringing as incessantly as they always did. The priests let up after some time, likely heading down from the spire to prepare for the morning's service, but the racket, somehow, did not. While the deep intonations of the church bells faded away, they were replaced by the shrill sound of your doorbell ringing. Marcel, definitely. Just who else would be calling you this early on Christmas, of all days?