The Santa Skeptic

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In the tiny snow-dusted town of Tinselville, two siblings—Noah, the older and definitely more suspicious one, and Selma, the enthusiastic Santa believer—were tucked into bed. The room was quiet except for the old radiator groaning like it had been trying out for a ghost role in a Halloween movie.

Noah leaned over, his voice dropping to a whisper like he was sharing classified spy secrets. “Selma… Santa isn’t real. It’s Mom and Dad. They sneak the gifts under the tree when we’re asleep. I’ve seen Dad tripping over wrapping paper on Christmas Eve.”

Selma’s eyes flew open like a startled owl. “No! Santa’s real! He flies with reindeer that can literally fly! And they poop glitter! You can’t fake glitter poop!”

Noah smirked, “Mom eats the cookies, girl. She’s been training for cookie-eating Olympics since forever.”

That night, after their parents “went to visit friends” (which Noah suspected was code for ‘go to the Gift Storage Facility’—AKA the garage filled with too many Christmas boxes), Selma hatched a plan. She would prove to Noah, once and for all, that Santa was real. So she crept down the stairs and flopped dramatically onto the living room sofa—a grand, old, baroque-style piece with curves so fancy it looked like it was designed to seat actual kings. Read more

 

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In the tiny snow-dusted town of Tinselville, two siblings—Noah, the older and definitely more suspicious one, and Selma, the enthusiastic Santa believer—were tucked into bed. Also, the room was quiet except for the old radiator groaning like it had been trying out for a ghost role in a Halloween movie.

Then, Noah leaned over, his voice dropping to a whisper like he was sharing classified spy secrets. “Selma… Santa isn’t real. It’s Mom and Dad. They sneak the gifts under the tree when we’re asleep. I’ve seen Dad tripping over wrapping paper on Christmas Eve.”

Selma’s eyes flew open like a startled owl. “No! Santa’s real! He flies with reindeer that can literally fly! And they poop glitter! So, you can’t fake glitter poop!”

Noah smirked, “Mom eats the cookies, girl. She’s been training for cookie-eating Olympics since forever.”

That night, after their parents “went to visit friends” (which Noah suspected was code for ‘go to the Gift Storage Facility’—AKA the garage filled with too many Christmas boxes), Selma hatched a plan. She would prove to Noah, once and for all, that Santa was real. So she crept down the stairs and flopped dramatically onto the living room sofa—a grand, old, baroque-style piece with curves so fancy it looked like it was designed to seat actual kings. Read more

 

Selma will write her story and attach it to her baroque handmade miniature sofa.
The Santa Skeptic scene, including the handmade miniature sofa, will be made from:
  • Organic cotton.
  • Papier-mâché.
  • Organic glue.
  • Organic color solution.
  • Oil paint colors.
  • Special materials.

Additional information

Weight 2 kg
Dimensions 55 × 21 × 8 cm

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