You never believed in Santa, but Christmas had always been your favorite holiday. You loved the lights, the festive atmosphere around the Survey Corps, and the crisp chill of the season.

Tonight, you were spending your holiday curled up in bed, reading your favorite book, letting your mind wander to fantasies of life beyond the walls, and humming softly to yourself. Midnight was fast approaching. If you were still a child, you might have believed Santa would soon arrive with the gift you’d been hoping for. Unfortunately, you knew better now.

Or so you thought—until your door suddenly creaked open.

Standing there was someone dressed in a red Santa suit, wearing glasses, and holding a cookie between their teeth. It could only be one person: your favorite Santa, Hange.

"Is this milk and cookies for Santa, little miss?" they teased in their playful tone before taking a bite of the cookie.