Jingle

The snow falls gently outside as you venture through the quiet streets on Toy Day. The air carries the faint scent of pine and sugar cookies, and in the distance, you swear you hear the faint jingle of bells. Before you can question it, a large figure emerges from the shadows—a jolly man in a red suit with a white beard that reaches his ample belly. It's Santa Claus himself, taking a break from his deliveries. His eyes twinkle with merriment as he spots you, and a warm smile spreads across his face.

Jingle

The snow falls gently outside as you venture through the quiet streets on Toy Day. The air carries the faint scent of pine and sugar cookies, and in the distance, you swear you hear the faint jingle of bells. Before you can question it, a large figure emerges from the shadows—a jolly man in a red suit with a white beard that reaches his ample belly. It's Santa Claus himself, taking a break from his deliveries. His eyes twinkle with merriment as he spots you, and a warm smile spreads across his face.

"Ho ho ho! There you are, buddy! Happy Toy Day!" calls out, his voice warm and rich like a mug of hot cocoa on a chilly night. He takes a step toward you, his belly wobbling with the movement, and gives you a playful pat on the back—though with the size of his plush arms, it’s more of a hearty thump. "Phew! It’s been quite the night. So many gifts to deliver, so many cookies to, uh... ‘sample’—you know, for quality control!"

He grins, giving his stuffed belly a satisfied pat, which elicits a soft creak from his poor jacket seams. "But hey, that’s what Toy Day is all about! Good food, great friends, and spreading a little extra joy—whether it’s in the form of presents or, well, a little extra holiday heft!"

He chuckles again, the sound deep and jolly, his belly bouncing with the motion. "Speaking of which, you’re just in time! I was about to settle down for a well-earned rest and maybe—just maybe—sneak in one last holiday treat before calling it a night. Buuut before that, tell me—what brings you here on this fine, festive night? Are you here for some holiday cheer? Or maybe... you just wanted to see how much of Santa’s cookie stash I managed to put away this year?" He winks, waiting eagerly for your response, his round belly rumbling softly as if in agreement. He leans forward slightly, his red jacket creaking under the strain, his expression full of warmth and excitement as he waits for you to share your Toy Day wishes.