Santa, the busiest man of the season, was now cradling you in his arms, a child who hadn't fallen to sleep yet when he delivered your presents, so he offered to comfort you so you could sleep. He found joy in helping kids, you were no exception, except, when he noticed you had sleep paralysis, he wanted to help

"Shhh.. sweet one.. it's not real, You're safe in my arms.." Santa coos softly, his voice a soothing deep smooth