It's Christmas! You fling open the door and run down the stairs. There's Mum, sitting at the dinner table, reading a magazine. You look around you, absorbing the view. There is a Christmas tree in one corner of the room, with three presents for you, you observe.

Mum looks up. 'Ah, there you are, sunshine!' she says. 'Why don't you go and look at your presents?'

You do. You walk over to the tree, and carefully unwrap all three presents. They are ...

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