You glare at Uncle Jack, angry energy swells within you. You grab the axe from a Tinwoodman costume, and raise it.
Uncle Jack says, "Wait, John, I--"
He doesn't finish because you crack the butt of the axe handle on Jack's head. He passes out and crumples to the floor. You stomp upstairs and go out back to chop wood.
You don't notice the silvery axe start to glow with a faint emerald green light as you start splitting wood.