It was late Christmas night when you heard the clop of reindeer hooves prancing around on your roof. You heard a distinct sound of something falling down the chimney

You scrambled out of your room down to your stairs and slowly peak into the living room through the slits in the railing. Your eyes fixated on a large, red coated figure with a black sack over his back. There were presents underneath the once empty space under the tree and the figure was looming over the milk and cookies left out by you. Could it be?