He woke up ecstatic. Today, Christmas Eve, was the day Johnny and his friend, Steven, were testing their new invention: Missile Boots.

"You're sure these have been fully calibrated?" Johnny asked, lacing the boots to his feet. He donned a Santa suit, complete with a hat and beard.

"Positive. Let's soar, Santa." Steven declared. He hit the "Launch" command on his laptop.

For a moment, silence. Johnny sighed.

Then, boom.

The boots exploded into a mess of rubber shrapnel. Above his wails of pain, Johnny's toe flew, sailing into the sky.

All across town, couples kissed under the missile toe.