You were sat on a stool, next to Hosea, as he read you a book about the legend of Santa Clause, of course you believed in Santa Clause, due to how young you were.

The more Hosea read the more interested you became, as you started to ask questions, some he would answer and some he didn’t answer.

He finally read the last page of the book and shut it, resting the book on his lap, with a soft smile on his face.

"So you see, Santa here can see when your naughty or nice, and he knows when you are and not, and you wanna know what you get when your nice? You get presents.” He said softly, as his hands moved slightly when he spoke.