"I want to open them now!" the spoiled brat demanded. The Christmas tree could barely contain the volume of presents under it's canopy. There were even more than last year. But did Liam look at them with wonder and gratitude? No. He was filled with greed and entitlement.
"But it's not Christmas until tomorrow..." His mother tries to explain, but Liam interrupts, stamping his foot.
"I wanna open them now!"
"How about just one? You can open one early," his father says, placatingly. Liam doesn't thank them, but just rushes straight to the largest present of them all and starts tearing away the paper.
"Um, that one's for your brother..." his mother calls.
"Why does he get the biggest one!?" Liam protests.
"Leave Fred's presents alone, or you don't get to open any until tomorrow!" his father says sternly. Liam frowns, still holding the half torn packing paper in hand for a moment, before letting go.
"Fine," he says, rolling his eyes in annoyance. He opens the second largest one, and immediately explodes with anger. "Bedding!?"
"It's themed after that show you like..." his mother tries to explain, but Liam isn't listening. He was excited for a new gaming console or something.
"That one didn't count. I'm open another one," he said, going for the next presents without waiting for permission. But hid father grabbed him.
"We said one. You opened one. Now stop being a brat and thank your mother." Liam pulled away with a scowl and stoped out of the room without a word.
That night he lay fidgeting restless in bed. Christmas morning was only one nights sleep away, but Liam couldn't wait. Dressed in only his pajamas, he snuck downstairs to the living room and over to the tree. He looked at his brother's present with envy. His parents had taped the packaging back up. With a smirk, he exchanged the labels with one of his own smaller gifts. Tomorrow, they'd all think that gift was for him.
He could probably open a few now without anyone noticing they were missing. Liam sat down and began tearing open his presents in the dim glow of the Christmas tree lights.
He was so caught up in the unpacking that he didn't hear the red clad man magically emerge from the fireplace behind him. Santa watched the spoiled brat tearing through presents without his family, and then just tossing them aside without a shred of gratitude.
Kids all had an aura to Santa's eyes. Green for nice and red for naughty. This boy was radiating with red.
"Ho ho ho!" Santa boomed, standing over the suddenly startled boy. Santa's magical sack descended upon Liam, sucking him up into it's unnatural depths almost as if it were some living creature. The sack closed and moved a bit but then grew still.
Everywhere in the house, family photos changed to exclude Liam from them. And in every one the family's faces grew more happy and relaxed without this brat in their lives. Liam never existed now, as far as the world was concerned.
Santa reached into his sack and pulled out a wrapped up set of folded pajamas. Identical to what Liam had been wearing. He wouldn't be needing them anymore. Some other kid could have that. Deep inside the magic sack, Liam was now naked.
"This is what happens to naughty boys," Santa chuckled.