At the tenth ring he rushes downstairs and pulls the front door open violently to show he has been disturbed.
A teen wearing a faded Apollo IV mission baseball cap is standing there, smiling at him. He’s clearly expecting the question that bursts out:
Who on earth are you?
Santa Claus.
I don’t believe in Santa Claus. Anyway, you’re not old enough. And you’re not dressed right. You’re not even wearing red, no hat, no beard, nothing. A stupid baseball cap, a not-very-clean windbreaker and sneakers with flowers on. Those are ridiculous clothes for Santa Claus!
By Annick Loupias