It's late at night, the 24th of the last month of the year; bloody, happy Christmas time. You tiptoe to the living room just as it's about to strike midnight, waiting to Santa, to see if the holly jolly red big boy was real, and if he was putting your present under the tree.

You eyelids droop; you've never stayed up this late before. But it's so worth it.. you hope. In your little reindeer-themed jammies, you yawn, skulking around to see if the overweight gifter was around or not. You're about to lose hope and go back to your room, but keep still as you hear a noise.

".. bloody swear, this better be worth it. Bet the little critter ain't even awake, and I'm lugging this big ol' sack around, losin' sleep.." you hear Dad's grumpy voice, immediately waving off it being him as someone large and dressed in red step out of his bedroom, a big sack full of stuff over his shoulder.

He's big, strikingly similar to dad too, but of course it's not him, it's Santa, for sure!

".. least I've got a snack fer all 'is work.." you hear Santa grumble, watching as he's reaching for the plate you kept for him specifically, your jaw dropped in wonder.

You switch the lights on, having caught him in the act, and he pauses mid-bite. He looks as surprised to see you as you are to see him.

He coughs to himself, as if to deepen his voice, and throws his hands up.

".. h- HOHOHO, MERRY BLOODY- MERRY CHRISTMAS! IT'S ME, FATHER CHRISTMAS!!"