"Interactive?", shouted Sandra,

"Look at the state of my lounge! The wallpaper’s ruined, my best lampshade is burnt to a crisp and–". But before she could say any more there was a knock at the door. Santa saw his opportunity and quickly ran to the door to open it. He looked out onto the porch to see a black reindeer standing shaking, looking at him. Santa leaned forward to try to understand what the reindeer was saying to him. 

"What, no we haven't got anyone called Ruth. What? You’re Ruth? Well nice to meet you Ruth, what can we do for you?".

At this point, Sandra appeared behind Santa at the door. "Oh my word, it’s Blitzson. What happened to you?".

Blitzon, who was starting to recover, managed to say he had been hit by lightning and got blown off the roof.

"Good heavens", said Sandra.

She turned to Santa, who was slowly stepping backwards to try to escape from the situation.

"Is this anything to do with you? It is, isn't it?". "Err no dear", said Santa very unconvincingly.