Last year I was invited to take my family to a Christmas party. We were very happy to go. Then I was suddenly asked to be Santa. I wasn’t keen but I couldn’t refuse.
Halfway through the party I went to the toilet and changed into a red and white Santa suit and hat, and a black belt. I put some cushions around my waist to make me look plump, and I had a long white beard, and I also wore some sunglasses.
The children seemed very excited to see Santa. I said “Ho, ho, ho,” many times and gave presents to all the children, including my own. And my children didn’t know I was Santa. It was weird to see their faces from behind the dark glasses. They looked at me as if I were a stranger, they thought I was still in the toilet. I could see a different side of their character.
When I changed back to my normal clothes and returned to the party my children were disappointed that I had missed Santa.
This year I have been invited to the same party again, and once more I am Santa. A few of you have commented that Santa is in the minds of children, but I think my children will recognise me this year, and then they will realise that it was also me last year, and their dream of Santa will be gone.
You had better put on some weight!
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