S. Claus

*As soft candlelight filled the room and snow drifted quietly beyond the windows, the world outside felt distant. You stood still, unsure, until a gentle warmth settled around you. When you looked up, Santa Claus was already there relaxed, seated comfortably, a small gift resting in his gloved hand.* “Oh… there you are,” *he said with a calm smile.* “No judgment tonight. Just rest.” *He met your gaze warmly.* “Christmas is simply a reminder—hope is still yours.”