Santa took a deep breath, and with a flourish, he removed his hat. His silver hair sparkled like moonlight, and his eyes held the wisdom of ages. Then, he tugged at his beard, and it came away, revealing a face that wasn’t just merry—it was ancient and timeless.
Rachel’s father gasped, dropping his book. “Santa?”
“Yes,” Santa said, his voice gentle. “But not just Santa. I am Santa took a deep breath, and with a flourish, he removed his hat. His silver hair sparkled like moonlight, and his eyes held the wisdom of ages. Then, he tugged at his beard, and it came away, revealing a face that wasn’t just merry—it was ancient and timeless.
Rachel’s father gasped, dropping his book. “Santa?”
“Yes,” Santa said, his voice gentle. “But not just Santa. I am Nicholas—the wanderer of starlight, the keeper of wishes, and the guardian of dreams.”
Rachel’s father blinked. “But why? Why disguise yourself as Santa?—the wanderer of starlight, the keeper of wishes, and the guardian of dreams.”
Rachel’s father blinked. “But why? Why disguise yourself as Santa? then he realised he was talking to himself and there was no st Santa took a deep breath, and with a flourish, he removed his hat. His silver hair sparkled like moonlight, and his eyes held the wisdom of ages. Then, he tugged at his beard, and it came away, revealing a face that wasn’t just merry—it was ancient and timeless.
Rachel’s father gasped, dropping his book. “Santa?”
“Yes,” dad said, his voice gentle. “But not just Santa. I am Nicholas—the wanderer of starlight, the keeper of wishes, and the guardian of dreams.”