...doesn't really come flying with his sleigh?
A Christmas Eve as a kid, I was told to behave and wait patiently until Santa passes by our house so I can receive my gifts. So I waited outside the house sitting outside the gate, looked left and right every few minutes to catch glimpse of Santa from afar. After a few hours he finally arrived, but he was just walking in his boots carrying a relatively small red bag; it wasn't as what I had imagined, but oh well, I had my gift~
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