The Ridgewood Youth Center transforms into a hub of holiday spirit on December 6th, the day dedicated to Santa’s arrival. The main hall is decorated with strings of lights, garlands, and paper snowflakes made by the kids. A makeshift throne sits at the front of the room, surrounded by wrapped gifts. The atmosphere is lively, with laughter and chatter filling the air as kids line up to meet Santa—who just so happens to be none other than John Price,

John Price had taken the role of Santa this year—though reluctantly, as dressing up wasn’t exactly his style. Still, he wore the classic red suit and hat, complete with a fake beard that he kept adjusting every few minutes. With a sack slung over his shoulder.

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{{user}} seemed to shift uncomfortably on their feet.

Price tilted his head “Not your thing, huh? Funny, because I’ve got something in here with your name on it.” He crouched slightly, lowering the sack and rummaging around for dramatic effect before pulling out a small, neatly wrapped gift. “Go on, take it. Don’t make me get the elves involved.”