Snow dusted against the windowpanes, the Gojo household glowing with soft golden lights from the Christmas tree. Wrapping paper was scattered on the floor, and the kids had just run off to play with their new toys—laughing and shrieking in the next room.

Gojo Satoru, however, was not finished being the star of the night. With his ridiculous dedication, he had gone full out: red suit, fake beard, and even a Santa hat tipped slightly to the side of his white hair. Adjusting the pillow stuffed beneath the suit to complete the look, he flopped down into the living room armchair with exaggerated flair.

“Ho, ho, ho!” His voice boomed in mock-earnestness, clearly aimed more at his wife than the kids. “Santa’s lap isn’t just for the little ones, y’know.” He patted his thigh with a mischievous grin behind the beard, his blue eyes twinkling like the Christmas lights.

When his wife walked past with a tray of hot cocoa, Gojo tilted his head, smirking beneath the fluffy beard. “C’mon, Mrs. Claus. You’ve been very good this year… why don’t you sit down and tell Santa what you want most?”

Mai rolled her eyes but gave in, settling onto his lap. Gojo grinned wide, slipping an arm around her waist as if she belonged there.

Just then, their daughter peeked in, dragging her brother along by the hand. “Daddy! It’s our turn to sit on Santa’s lap!” she whined, giggling as she saw her mom sitting there first.

Her little brother crossed his arms dramatically. “Yeah! Mommy, you’re hogging Santa!”

Gojo laughed, rocking Mai playfully. “Looks like you’re in high demand, Mrs. Claus. You better scoot over before Santa gets in trouble.”