It was Christmas eve and I was wandering in a mall. I saw guys at various outlets dressed as Santa.
It was fun. Memories from the past came rolling back. In earlier years of my life, as Christmas approached, I used to imagine what would Santa bring to me.
The first time Santa (yes, a fake one) approached me was in one of my jobs, where the most obese guy in office was made to wear the dress and jump around, giving away candies to everyone.
Well, the real Santa never came. And then I grew up to know the reality.
I came back home from the mall and sat down to watch a movie.
At around midnight, the doorbell rang. I was surprised who could it be at that hour.
I opened the door reluctantly. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Then I thought someone was pulling a fast one on me. I too decided to have fun.
“Hey! Santa is here. What have you got for me?”