said Ian. "About what?" I asked.
"You." He said. "And Christmas."
"What's that, buddy?"
"You're really Santa Claus."
"Uh oh," I thought. Is this the year? "Why do you think I'm Santa Claus?"
"Your beard has that white part, and I heard you going 'ho, ho, ho.'"
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