It began with the war on Christmas. One Christmas was given to the elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. One to the Dwarf-Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And one was gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire power. For within these Christmases was bound the strength and the will to govern each race. But they were all of them deceived, for another Christmas was made. Deep in the land of Mordor, in the Fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged a master Christmas in secret, and into this Christmas he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One Christmas to rule them all.