When I woke up, there was a present under the tree. I couldn’t have a son going to middle school, so I thought my wife had one. But when I looked closely, it said it was my father’s. Since last year, I didn’t believe in Santa, so I just bought him the gift he wanted for Christmas, but this year, my son became our Santa. Recently, due to the down payment on the house I was moving to, I sold my car and bought gloves to keep my hands from getting cold while commuting to work on foot. I’m so touched that for the first time in a while, I’m posting pictures like this instead of pictures of cold noodles. Have a Merry Christmas everyone!
