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[father_chris]

The jolly man in red is sitting in an armchair, with a large sack, wearing his outfit.

He has a sign on his table.

YES I AM FATHER CHRISTMAS
COME AND TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

It saves time, you know?

[See Back Room post here.]

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[asingledropleft]

Wat.

Ed's face is This

BRB. Staring.

[father_chris]

Father Christmas waves at him.

[asingledropleft]

This is impossible.

Ed rubs at his eyes for a moment before swallowing, throat working as he puts his hands into his pockets, "...Nice costume."

[father_chris]

"You too mate." Father Christmas says, pointing at the sign.

[asingledropleft]

This is a little hard to take in. Ed raises a hand, running it thorugh his hair before his throat works again, "...I'd believe it only here man-I-"

He laughs weakly, "...Sorry-about-y'know-not writing for the past few decades."

[father_chris]

"That's all right." Father Christmas says. "If you don't write, you don't get anything; less work for me."

[asingledropleft]

"...I didn't expect to." Ed says, sulking, "...I knew my mom couldn't afford the chemistry set I asked for when I was ten."

"...I mean, I had people making fun of me for still writing when I was ten.."

Wounded? Nah. What gave you that idea?

[father_chris]

Father Christmas gestures for him to come over and take a seat. Not on his knee, at his age, mind.

"That's usually what happens." he says, sympathetically.

[asingledropleft]

Ed slumps into a chair, "...My brother wrote to you til he was twelve at least."

[father_chris]

"Well I have to tell you lad, there's more than one of us, and we don't cover everywhere." Father Christmas says gently. "It's possible that we weren't covering your area. In some parts of the universe we do and in others we don't. So there's nothing wrong with stopping believing. We don't hold it against you."

[asingledropleft]

"...That's good to hear."

"...Thanks for the candy canes though."

[father_chris]

"You're welcome." Father Christmas says.

It's mostly for the kids, but he reaches into his sack and brings out a large candy cane, for old time's sake, which he hands to Ed.

Though he might have to look under the tree on Christmas day.

[asingledropleft]

Ed...grins.

It's slightly off putting, giving the fangs, but he rises from his seat with a grin and a tear in his eye.

Okay, there's not REALLY a tear, but it could be there!

"...Thanks man."

[father_chris]

"And a Merry Christmas to you." Father Christmas says.