It was the season of Christmas. The cities were decorated with Christmas trees and disco lights. Every object made for this season was decorated in red and white, and the roads painted with ribbons of decor. The children all with smiles on their faces waited eagerly for the arrival of this day, most especially the fun time with the man of the day , known as Santa Claus. While everyone was busy trying to make that day special, Santa sneaked up on children from various houses to know what they secretly wished for, and ensured he got all gifts ready with the address of each house he visited.

On the 25th of Christmas, at about 12am. Santa sat on a chair decorated in red and white, with gold color chair brace. The gifts were kept beside the chair. It was a thing he does every December 25. While he sat all dressed up in his Santa costume, for a moment he felt like a king, a king not of the people, but of the season, bringing joy to the people who esteemed the season. It was his moment, and he was going to do it right and watch from afar the genuine smile on the faces of the children.
He picked the boxes loaded with everyone's wish-gift and loaded them in his truck. "Merry Christmas" he said silently to himself, even though he would hear them a thousand times from the children who say it to the Santa they have never met. In each house, he dropped the gift at the doorpost and off he goes after ringing the doorbell. This continued every Christmas
Excellent story! Christmas, represented by Santa, a character who leaves joy in his wake, is the magic of Christmas.
I don't celebrate Christmas, but I like seeing people happy.
I believe you have a reason for not celebrating Christmas