You finally fall back into a restless sleep. When you wake, someone (or something) has already cleaned up the body. You find nothing behind but a small sack of coal-shaped candies left under your pillow, along with a small handwritten note scrawled in black ichor. It reads "NEXT YEAR." A shiver runs through your bones, but nothing else happens.
Add one Sack Of Coal (Candy) to your inventory.
Merry Christmas, you monster.