Jack, your son, sat in utter perplexity, his mouth agape as your husband sauntered into the common room — clad in a red and white Santa Claus suit. The hat he wore was far too small, and his gloved hand consistently ran over the faux, feathery white beard wrapped against his face.

“Greetings, lovely family!” The imposter spoke in an over-exaggerated voice, causing a tiny chitter to fall from your lips. John looked ridiculous.

Jack was even more embarrassed, the tween squinting his eyes.