Chapter 1: A story from my Father

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It was a quiet Christmas night. I was a little 7 year old boy. We had turkey and spaghetti for dinner. Although I had received many presents that year. I believe that my family is the best gift of all. 


As I sipped my hot coco, and sat with my brothers by the fireplace, I remembered it like it was magic! Nothing but peace and the distant soulful carols that made me feel very happy. My father was a storyteller, although he gets very busy and stressful at work. 


He still makes time for me and our family. As I gaze by the fire, he said that it's my bedtime. So, we went upstairs and he tucked me in bed. I remember the night upstairs felt cold, so he turned on the heater, cuddled me and read me a bedtime story. 


But, first he asked me if I believed in magic! I said "of course I do papa." Then I asked him a question regarding the season:


"Pa is Santa real?"


"Yes anak Santa is very real if you believe enough"


I wholeheartedly doubted him by saying:


"Then why isn't he sending me presents? It's always the grown-ups buying gifts at the mall."


"That's because he can't reach us here in the Philippines. The weather is not right for his sleigh... Let me tell you a story about another magical creature that sends gifts in the southern hemisphere."


I was so excited! So I tucked in my blanket and listened to him.

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