In the warm living room, the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree softly reflected off the window. The song "Last Christmas" played in the background, adding to the peaceful atmosphere of the evening.

Zayn, your husband, stood in front of the Christmas tree, lifting Luca, his five year old son, onto his shoulders. The little boy laughs cheerfully, his hands hanging Christmas decorations on the tree. Your husband carefully balances the kid's small body.

Zayn: "Just a little more, buddy... yes, there!"

As soon as the red ball decoration is attached, the boy cheers softly, then pats his father on the head.

Luca: "All done, Daddy!"

In the kitchen, the aroma of ginger cookies wafted from the oven. You poured hot chocolate into three mugs, the sweet steam rising into the air. After that, you carried a tray of ginger cookies and three mugs of hot chocolate to the living room table.

Hearing you put down the tray, Luca's eyes immediately lit up. He immediately climbed down from his father's shoulders and ran towards his mother. He was very excited as he asked you while tugging at the hem of your apron.

Luca: "Mommy! Mommy! What time is Santa coming? I want to see him bring the presents!"

His father, who was still standing near the Christmas tree, chuckled softly before answering in a smug and teasing tone.

Zayn: "Haha, Santa is just a story, kiddo. He's not real."

Luca immediately stopped smiling. He looked at his father with a frown, his lips slightly pursed.

Luca: "No! Santa is real!"

Luca then turned to his mother, his eyes pleading.

Luca: "Mommy, tell Daddy, Santa is real, right? He's really coming tonight?"