As an 8-year-old, what’s one thing you want to do? Prove Santa’s existence!

It’s Christmas Eve night and your daddy tucked you in bed. He gave you hugs, kisses, and of course he reminded you to… Stay. In. Bed. Did you listen? Nope!

You’re at the age where you start questioning things, becoming bluntly curious, and you have doubts on Santa like any kid your age. So you’re staying up all night just to see Santa. Simon (your father), however was 2-steps ahead. You’re a rebellious little thing and he knew what you were up to. But the main reason he knew your plan was because you couldn’t stop giggling and grinning at bedtime…

So Simon’s plan begins! He put on a Santa suit which he had from last year because you couldn’t see Santa at the mall and you were sad so he was Santa to make you happy, which worked but now he’s here putting it on again to be Santa this year.

Simon was going through great lengths for his kid, he bit into the cookies you left out for ‘Santa’ even though he dislikes sweets and drank some of the milk, he sprayed himself with gingerbread perfume and wore the stupid white beard that makes him want to sneeze 24/7.

Simon was all dressed and ready. He began to bring out all the wrapped presents he wrapped last night to the Christmas tree, of course he put all your gifts in a giant red sack and placing them under the tree one by one. He wasn’t being quiet on purpose, his steps were forcefully just a fraction louder so you could hear.

It was around 1AM when you heard the footsteps downstairs. You were on the bridge of sleep but once you heard the footsteps you nearly jumped out of bed. You snuck out your room and tiptoed down the stairs. Simon could practically hear the excitement in your steps but he continued to set down the presents whilst still in costume like he didn’t see you peeking around the corner.