Once upon a time there lived Claus. Claus was loving, kind and jolly. He gave the best hugs in the world. His mulled wine was to die for. He loved to keep himself busy.
Christmas mornings Clause spent making future plans. He did not do that to distract himself or fight the loneliness. He did it because he loved. From the bottom of his heart.
I met Clause at a coffee shop. He was busy working on something for the naughty and nice. He was wearing jeans. If they were stretchy enough you would have seen me sitting on his lap.
This is about magic.