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The whole night was spent as if enclosed in a bubble of soft wool. It's a trance. It starts in my ears with a weight that feels like something is swimming around in there -- something quite lovely and large like a gold dragon. It moves through my body and shoots out from my skin to make my world a little different than yours. You don't need to shift reality very much. Only, like, a tiny slice of a fraction of a degree. And then you're in. You get to step in and visit everyone, all at once with a force of exact goodness. You are all my favourites. I love all of you the best. Then the tug catches me and brings back to here, where we agree that I'm not real, and that the light smell of peppermint that you breathed while you were between dream and awake was just pretend.

Until next year.

Yours always, Zeev. Known commonly as Santa.