My son wholeheartedly believes in Santa, who brings gifts under the Christmas tree. Every year, he eagerly waits for midnight so he can unwrap those cherished boxes. But there’s one problem: he’s so impatient that as soon as the clock starts striking 12, he’s ready to race to the tree. And I — the “Santa” — have to act quickly and discreetly to keep the magic alive.

That’s why I came up with a legend that helps me every year. As soon as the clock finishes chiming, I open the window in the room where our tree is. “Santa needs the cold to come in,” I explain to my son. Then, I take him to another room so he doesn’t catch a chill and promise to call him back once Santa is done.

While my son waits eagerly, I move fast: placing the gifts under the tree and scattering pre-prepared ice on the floor. This creates the illusion that Santa really entered the room. When I call my son back, his eyes light up with wonder: gifts are under the tree, and there are Santa’s “footprints” on the floor!

Every year, I watch his joy and realize that all the effort is worth it. This magic isn’t just about presents; it’s about believing in miracles, finding happiness in the little things, and creating memories that will stay with him for a lifetime.

And yes, I know that someday he’ll figure out who Santa really is. But for now, as long as he believes, I’ll do everything I can to make New Year’s Eve truly magical for him.