It was Christmas Eve. And no one was up, because Santa doesn't come if you're awake. Well, one person was up. Voldemort was doing some last minute Christmas decorating because he wanted Santa to bring him the greatest gift of all - a plan to take over the world. His last job was to decorate the Christmas tree. He had put up everything but the Angel. He got on his tippy toes, using the tree for support, when the tree decided to fall on top of him. It really didn't like being leaned on. At all.

Lord Voldie died again.