herman-the-handyman

"Christmas. The one time of year when a red-faced fat man in boots and a silly hat is allowed to break into your home and sneak into your kid's bedroom." The boy chuckled and poked the shoulder of the brown-haired girl who wandered with him through the snow. "We don't have that particular fat-man in Russia. We have Ded Moroz." "I'm envious. I wish we had a cool name like that for our fatty. We have to stick with Santa Claus." "It's Sandy Claws, jeez, get it right." Zenechka smiled and paused outside her home. "But does Ded Moroz do what Santa does? The whole creeping in and stuffing your stocking?" "That sounds so wrong..." "You know