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As if I didn’t have enough on my hands—now I had to find 14,000 new followers AND someone cute I could post about. I switched off my data and looked back at the stage.

And it was perfect timing. Santa’s hat immediately blew off. Followed by his beard, and one eyebrow. And effectively we were left with a stressed-looking man wearing a bad red suit on stage. He was clutching his tummy so it didn’t blow around to one side.

“Happy Christmas, kids,” Santa yelled, waving, before looking to the edge of the stage for a kid who had been picked to come and meet him. But two walked forward—Zai and Kai holding hands, their jumpers flashing “Ho Ho Ho.” Colin was side of the stage filming and cheering them on.

“Whoop, yes, guys!”

“Now, young men…” The last of Santa’s stick-on eyebrows had shifted by an inch and the end was flying free in the wind. He bent down. “Have you been good this year?”

They nodded sweetly—I hadn’t seen this shy side: they normally never shut up.

“So what would you like from Father Christmas this year…ZaiandKai?” Clever—Santa said it as one name.

They grabbed the microphone, turned to the crowd, and with the cutest smiles, shouted in unison, “CHICKEN NUGGETS!”

Colin looked like he might faint with embarrassment—he probably wanted them to say “classic reading material,” but everyone else was cracking up. Santa said something about checking the freezer compartment on the sleigh and bundled them off to the claps and laughs of the crowd.

This was WAY better than back home.

The mayor cleared his throat. “Well, that was lovely.” He then muttered “five minutes to fill” before telling a joke about angry mice sending “cross mouse” cards and then in desperation moved on to talking about road construction that was starting in the new year.

This was the best entertainment I’d had in years. When the countdown finally started, I began to film.

The huge tree, lights strung up around every lamppost, a big “HAPPY CHRISTMAS” sign swaying over the bridge all ready for their big moment. It was going to look awesome. This was just what I needed.

“Five…Four…”

I joined in with everyone shouting. The mayor held up the big, red button.

“Three… Two…” Pause. “ONE!”

He slammed his hand down on the big, red button. We all ooohed.

And literally one light on the tree lit up. One. Then went out.

And then all the normal lights around the crowd went off too.

Pitch blackness, except the mayor’s flashing necklace.

It was more of a lights-off ceremony. Everyone was silent.