Christmas Eve, I was speeding along the jagged cliff edge as a gunman was giving chase behind me. The icy roads were proving impossible to drive upon. My tyres were losing friction as the roads got windier and the ice got thicker. Suddenly a large clump of ice sent my car over on its side. My car screeched to a halt, hanging half over the cliff’s edge. The metal of the car would topple with any movement, the shattered glass twinkling in the ocean breeze. As gravity took charge, my life flashed before my eyes: presents, baubles, holly, the blue eyes of family members. I’ve certainly had better Christmases.