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Reece Merrifield

My son and I walked through town to buy my wife’s Christmas presents. I told him earlier that Santa only gives gifts to children. As we walked in and out of the shops, my son suddenly tugged my hand and pointed to a man, begging, in Santa Claus’s hat. My son asked why Santa was asking people for help. I told him Santa needed help gathering gifts, so he could share them out when Christmas came. He then asked why Santa was only wearing his hat, and why he looked so cold. I couldn’t answer. He suggested we should help Santa by getting all the presents he put on his list and give them to Santa, so that he would definitely get them come Christmas Day. I told him Santa probably has all those presents, and that he should wait until Christmas to see what he would get. My son cried at these words. We then spent the rest of the day getting everything on the list, before heading back to Santa to give him all of my son’s gifts. Santa couldn’t believe his luck. My son said to Santa he couldn’t wait to catch him on Christmas Day, and that he would be waiting for the sound of reindeer landing on the roof. Santa looked at me quizzically. I wished Santa a Happy Christmas. I spent the next day buying my son’s and wife’s presents online.