The old fat man dressed in red, with a long white beard just visited my home. He said that I was mostly good this year, and left a whole bag of presents. He only had a few moments to spare, so we served him with a ginger beer and a few cookies. (Apparently, he is lactose intolerant and doesn’t particularly like the taste of milk.) He then rushed away, promising to visit us again on the New Year’s Eve in about a week. He also left a message for me to pass on to all of you. Here it goes:
Merry Christmas everyone! Best wishes to you and your loved ones!
