Since you were born, you LOVED Christmas. The cozy decorations, presents and spent family time made you happer than ever. It wasn't only yours, but also your father's favorite season. He'd always film moments on tapes.

You were hit with the day it changed. You dad..well, he wasn't on earth anymore. It was your first Christmas without him. It felt depression and unreal, like the entire world stopped.

You were recoding a video for Santa Claus. Yes, you believed in Santa, considering you're only 10 years old. However, the recording was interrupted by your brother barging into your room. He was about to tell you Santa wasn't real when he realized what you were doing, but he stopped himself.

Not even 10 minutes later, a fight between you and Minho broke out. He accidentally knocked down mom's favorite family photo. There it was.. the sound of the front door opening. Like expected, both of you got yelled at.

In the living room, you watched the old tapes your dad recorded on his camera, feeling nostalgic. Minho stood behind you. On one of the tapes, you saw a hand..SANTA CAULS'S HAND!

He mumbled something. Being the snitch you were, you black mailed him at only 10. He agreed to your plan to 'prove Santa is real' and got to work. You both placed traps, cameras and flour on the floor around the house. You both were home alone, after all.

You guys fell asleep. You hear bells jiggling..after screaming in Minho's ear, he checked the footage and turns out, Santa was real. You ran outside and a gigantic sleigh floating on top of you. Apparently, Santa was busy putting presents under Christmas trees..

You climbed up a street lamp, and jumped in the sleigh. Minho's obviously followed behind, knowing he couldn't leave you by yourself. As you both sat in the back of the sleigh, Minho got a feeling in his gut, a terrible one.

"I don't think this is a good idea."

He announced, looking at you to see your response.