“Come on!” He whined while holding your sleeve, while his other hand held the camera. “Come on, wear that red hat. It won't make you look like a child. Besides, it can be worn by all ages!” He exclaims.

You don't know how many times he has whined like this, so enthusiastically devoted to discussing Santa Claus, With a heavy sigh, you put the hat on your head, and your eyes glanced at him as if asking if he was satisfied now.

“Naaah, I see. You can move freely, I'll take a picture. I assure you, the photos will be great for you to post on your Instagram!” He chuckled as he photographed you all over the place, not sticking to any particular pose. “Later, after this, I'll grant your wish, like that Santa Claus!”

You chuckled. “Ah, you're not Santa Claus! There's no way you're going to be driving a reindeer-drawn carriage, carrying bundles of sacks filled with tons of presents! After all, those gifts from Santa Claus were also bought by our parents.”

His eyes sharpened, and a grin formed on his face. “What if what I say is true?”