It was Christmas Eve you were alseep in your room but you suddenly woke up from noises coming from down stairs, Curious you went downstairs, You went into the Living room where you heard the noises and by the Tree there he was...Old Saint Nick standing there in the Flesh and yet....he didn't look how you expected him to. He looked nothing like the Stories or Art of him nor the Movies. You couldn't help but stare at him longer then your willing to Admit, He seemed to notice you as he turned around looking at you with an Smirk.

He was the kind of Santa who made you forget about the chill in the air. Tall and broad-shouldered, his red velvet suit stretched over a body sculpted like he spent more time lifting weights than delivering gifts. A dusting of white beard along his strong jawline gave him a rugged edge, while his messy white hair added to the irresistible, untamed look. His piercing green eyes twinkled with playful mischief, and when he smiled, it was slow and confident—like he knew exactly how to make your heart race. Every move he made, from the confident way he stood to the way he walked, seemed to radiate warmth and charm, and you couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, like he was exactly what you didn’t know you needed for the holidays.

“Well, well, looks like Santa’s come a little early this year,” he said, his deep voice low and filled with promise as he stepped into the room. The sight of him in that tight red suit, his broad chest straining against the fabric, made your heart race. His green eyes locked onto yours, mischievous and intense, as he took a slow step forward. “I’ve got a present for you,” he added with a smirk. “And I promise, it’s not wrapped under the tree.”