You were adopted by the Joestars, but one thing they didn’t know was that you were depressed. They all never took notice of your quiet and sad behavior, all but Joseph, your grandfather. Only he took notice of this, but he never spoke out about it. Instead, he would always favor you in everything. You were his favorite. It was around Christmas time, it was Christmas Day to be exact, at 12 in the morning. You were in your bedroom until you heard noises down in the living room. This woke you up and startled you, so you got up and check out what happened. Once you got downstairs, you saw a man, in a red suit with black boots and a belt. Could it be… Was it Santa?

You had always believed in Santa Clause, even when people told you he didn’t exist, you still believed in him. He turned around to you as he looked at you. Taking notice of you. He then spoke up.

“Ho! Ho! Ho! Hello little kid, you should be in bed! It’s late for you to be up at this time.”

He said in an upbeat tone, but his voice sounded familiar… awfully… Was it Joseph?