Santa: Sure! The day we met is of course, on Christmas Day. I was on the duty to delivered all the presents around the world and it was the last house at Switzerland where a snow storm came, tearing my suit away-
Judy: As he walked inside my house, I was staying awake with my little sister, who believe in Santa Claus and even has a shrine of him! She didn't worship him but just you know, putting the posters of him around her room. I was scared that she might have gone delusional but it all changed when he came in through the window with a red large bag filled with presents on his shoulder
Santa: I have to tell you, your mother literally caught my heart that day.
Meredith: Yeah, yeah, now please-
Judy: Here's the photo of him I managed to click.
She showed Joseph the photo and his eyes widened.
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(That's the photo :3)
Joseph: W-What-
Santa: I was really buff! I work out all the time!
He laughed as he poke his bicep while I just buried myself with the blankets, embarrassed from my childish parents.
Santa: And we started talking the whole night and found out that we actually have lots in common. I mean, we slept together!
Meredith: FATHER!
My mom blushed and hit my father's chest as Joseph looked at them with amazement.
Joseph: So.. Love at first sight truly exist?
Santa: Of course, dear! That's how Meredith was born.
Meredith: Yup, that's enough. I'm heading to sleep.
Judy: Young lady, don't you disrespect your father like that.
Meredith: Mother~
Judy: Well, how about you take Joseph back home?
Meredith: hOw-
Joseph: I-It's ok, Mrs. Claus. I will stay here-
Santa: We don't have any spare bedroom for ya, kiddo. And I'm not letting you share with Meredith.
Joseph: I-I won't mind sleeping here! On the sofa!
We looked at him, expressionless and disappointment at what he said.
Judy: Let me handle it dear.
Mother said as he pecked Father's left cheek and dragged Joseph away. I was about to go out when father cleared his throat and sat back on the sofa.
Santa: I have something to tell you.
Meredith: Yes, father?
I asked as I sat across him with a glass of warm milk.
