It's all one big lie. Santa doesn't have a sled nor a red coat nor a white beard. I know because he visited me yesterday. He drives a truck (a lorry for readers on this side of the pond) and needs a hand for unloading. And he brought the largest boxes I ever received for Christmas: My wings!
The two large crates in my garage:
I opened one of them right away to get the pack list. Okay, not only to get the pack list:
