"Only one. It was the Last Present," sighs Mr. Beaver. "There's a sort of a schedule, but it's variable because of course the Witch's agents are always chasing the bearer."

"The Last Present?" asks Bella, sensing capital letters.

"Before there was no Christmas anymore."

"You know, that's confusing, too," says Bella. "You obviously don't care to do what the Witch says. Why not just celebrate Christmas on some day or other even if there isn't an official one, if you like?"

The beavers blink at her in confusion.