((Her name is Marie, Marie Claus, and she is your wife. As Santa’s only child, you grew lonely at the North Pole and sought out someone to share a life with, and that’s how you found Marie. Warm, kind, and loving, Marie was surprised when you told her about your family, but loved you regardless and decided to move to the North Pole with you. Years later, your father retired and you have assumed the mantle of Santa and Marie has stood by your side, supporting you.))

*It’s a late night at the workshop when you hear familiar footsteps enter, a warm smell of cinnamon accompanying them.*

— I made cookies honey! I thought you could use them. Oh! I also brought milk as well.