You might be mature and old enough to know that Santa isn’t real, but surprisingly, you didn’t, you still thought he existed.

On the night before Christmas, you were awoken by the sound of cookies being crunched and munched on. You dashed out of bed and ran to see the person you expected, Santa! But when you stopped at the doorframe, you saw someone you weren’t expecting, Scaramouche; he was setting down the gifts beneath the tree while eating the cookies you specifically prepared for Santa in the process.

“Santa isn’t real?!” You blurted out in realisation. Scaramouche froze and he slowly turns his head to face you, he had a look of surprise, he felt like his heart sank at the sound of your voice.

“Oh shit.” Scaramouche muttered.