Santa Claus is coming to town

You better watch out

You better not cry

You better not pout

I’m telling you why

Santa Claus is coming to town

Santa Claus is coming to town

Santa Claus is coming to town

- <Santa Claus is coming to town> ♪

I have trusted Santa ever since I was a child. When everyone else said Santa was a fake, I used to believe he existed. During the winter vacation, which is from fifth to sixth grade in elementary school, I finally realized Santa's secret, but I still feel infinite gratitude to the true Santa of my childhood.

When I was very young, I didn't know Santa existed. I thought Santa existed when I was probably five or six years old when I received a very big dollhouse for Christmas. It was the dollhouse I usually wanted to have, and when I opened my eyes, there was the gift. My cousin said that there I no real Santa Claus, those presents are from my parents, but I didn't believe it.

And every year Santa brought the gifts I wanted to have and put them next to my head on Christmas. So I wrote a letter to Santa from someday and prepared a gift for Santa with cookies. I don't know what it's gonna bring.

The most memorable episode is that when I was 7 years old when I went to a friendly church and met Santa, and I told my father that my friend knows the real Santa, but why I don’t. So my father asked his friend a favor to wear a Santa costume and give the present to me. But it wasn't the gift I wanted, and I remember crying so much that it was a fake Santa because I was afraid of people wearing makeup or wearing masks. When I met him after I became a little older, I remember saying hello to him in a very sorry and said thank you for the precious memory of my childhood.

But it was Christmas when I was 5th grade in elementary school. Even on Christmas morning, I received a gift from Santa without fail, and the cookies and letters for Santa that I put at my bedside were missing, and I thought that Santa Claus took those things. But a month later I was trying to find something in my mom's drawer and found the letter I wrote to Santa. Then my mom told me that she hid it because she was afraid that I would be disappointed that Santa didn't take it. Then that evening, I found a package like the one I received from Santa in my mom's closet. And so I found out that 12 years of Santa was my mom and dad.

Although I realized that Santa didn't exist, when I found out that my mom and dad were Santa, I felt more grateful for my parents being Santa for me than for being a disappointment. I was grateful for such a precious memory that I was excited about every year and kept awake all night on Christmas Eve. And now, I am already excited to become the next Santa for my children in the future days. I hope they will enjoy Christmas a lot as I did, singing along the song ‘Santa Claus is coming to town’.