My Older Brother Left Me at an Orphanage, Promising to Return — I Only Saw Him Again 23 Years Later by Accident

When Tom’s parents died, his brother, Dylan, left him at an orphanage with a promise: “I’ll COME BACK FOR YOU.” But Dylan vanished, and for 23 years, Tom waited for answers. A chance meeting brought them face-to-face, uncovering a truth that shook Tom and forced him to make an impossible choice.

There’s a haunting loneliness that comes from being forgotten by the one person who’s supposed to protect you. I know it well. I was four years old when I lost everything. My parents died in a car crash on a chilly autumn morning.

I don’t remember much about that day — the screech of tires, a stranger lifting me out of my parents’ crumpled car, and the way my brother Dylan held me close as I cried into his shirt. He was 18, my protector, and my hero. I thought he’d always be there.

A sad little boy holding a teddy bear | Source: Midjourney

A sad little boy holding a teddy bear | Source: Midjourney

The next few weeks were a blur of adults talking in hushed voices, courtrooms that smelled like old books, and, eventually, the orphanage.

I remember clinging to Dylan’s hand as we walked into the gray, cold building. It smelled like disinfectant and sadness. The director greeted us with a tired smile, but I barely noticed her. My eyes were on Dylan. And my heart was silently pleading: “Please… please don’t leave me here, brother.”

“Everything’s going to be fine, Tommy,” he said, crouching down so we were face-to-face. His voice was steady, but his hands trembled a little. “I just need to sort out the paperwork for guardianship, okay? I promise I’ll take you home as soon as it’s done. You’ll come live with me.”

“You promise?” I asked, my voice small and shaky, my glistening eyes bearing volumes of a grief no child should bear.

A man holding a child's hand | Source: Pexels

A man holding a child’s hand | Source: Pexels

“Hey, look at me,” he whispered, gripping my shoulders. “I’m your big brother. I would never, ever abandon you. Those papers are just a formality. Just hold on tight, Tommy. I’ll move heaven and earth to get you out of here.”

“Promise?” I asked.

The orphanage director watched us quietly, her gaze soft but knowing… as if she’d heard such promises countless times before.

“I swear,” he said, ruffling my hair. “I’ll visit you every single day. Tomorrow, okay? Just wait for me.”

And that was the last time I saw Dylan.

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A heartbroken little boy looking up | Source: Midjourney

The first few days, I waited by the window in the orphanage’s playroom, watching every car that pulled up.

I refused to play with the other kids, convinced Dylan would walk through the door any minute.

But he didn’t come.

I asked the director about him every morning. “Has my brother called? Did he leave a message?”

She’d smile sadly and shake her head. “Not yet, Tom. Maybe tomorrow.”

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A sad little boy standing by the window | Source: Midjourney

“But he promised,” I’d insist, my voice cracking with desperation. “He looked me in the eye and swore he’d come back! Why would he lie to me?”

“Sometimes grown-ups have complicated lives, Tommy,” she’d respond, her hand trembling slightly as she touched my shoulder. “Sometimes promises get tangled up in grown-up problems.”

“I don’t care about grown-up problems!” I’d shout, tears streaming down my face. “He’s my brother. He’s supposed to protect me! He’s my only family.”

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A shattered little boy crying | Source: Pexels

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Slowly, the hope that burned so brightly in my little chest began to flicker. By the time a year had passed, it had gone out completely.

Eventually, I was adopted by a kind but struggling family. They gave me a roof over my head and taught me to work hard for everything I wanted. But they couldn’t erase the ache of abandonment and memories that refused to fade.

I threw myself into schoolwork, determined to prove I was worth something.

Years drifted by, like leaves on a gentle breeze. I graduated high school with honors, earned a full scholarship to college, and built a life for myself. At 27, I was managing a division of a chemical company, married to a wonderful woman, and living a life I was proud of.

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A young man in an elegant suit | Source: Midjourney

But deep in my heart, there was a scar that never healed… a scar from 23 years ago.

It was my wife, Lily, who suggested we take a vacation to Miami. “You’ve been working nonstop,” she said. “Let’s unwind… just the two of us.”

A week later, we were checking into a small beachfront hotel, the salty breeze and sound of waves already working their magic on my frayed nerves.

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A couple in a resort | Source: Midjourney

On our second day, we wandered into a tiny convenience store to grab some snacks. I was browsing the shelves when Lily nudged me.

“Tom, look at that cashier’s name badge.”

I turned, and my breath caught in my throat. The badge read “DYLAN.”

My eyes traveled up to the face behind the counter — a face I’d almost forgotten. But there it was. The same piercing blue eyes, and the familiar scar above his left eyebrow.

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A man with a name badge pinned to his shirt | Source: Midjourney

“Oh my God,” I whispered, gripping her arm. “Is that really HIM?” I couldn’t speak again. My heart was thundering in my ears, a storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm me.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Lily asked softly, her hand squeezing mine.

“No,” I managed to choke out. “This is something I need to do alone.”

I felt like a child again, frozen in place, torn between disbelief and a desperate, irrational hope. Then, with slow, deliberate steps, I approached the man seemingly in his early forties.

“Hi, BROTHER,” I said, my voice trembling with 23 years of unspoken pain and longing. “Have you forgotten about the little brother you so easily abandoned at the orphanage?”

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A man staring at someone | Source: Midjourney

The cashier’s head snapped up. He stared at me, his mouth opening and closing like he couldn’t find the words.

“TOM?” he finally whispered, his face going pale.

“How did you—” he continued, but before he could finish, his eyes rolled back, and he clutched his chest.

“CALL 911!” his coworker screamed.

Chaos erupted around me, but all I could see was my brother collapsing to the floor. I rode with Dylan in the ambulance, my hands gripping the edges of the stretcher as the paramedics worked to stabilize him.

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An ambulance speeding across the street | Source: Unsplash

“Hang in there,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I’m not losing you again.”

Lily followed in our rental car. At the hospital, I paced the hallway outside the emergency room, replaying our brief interaction over and over. How had it come to this?

Finally, a doctor emerged. “He’s stable for now,” he said. “It looks like he had a mild heart attack, but he’s going to be okay.”

Relief flooded through me. When I stepped into Dylan’s room, he looked smaller than I remembered.

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A doctor examining a report | Source: Pexels

“You’re alive,” I said, exhaling sharply. “Good. Now explain to me why you abandoned me.”

He flinched. “Tom, I—”

“Don’t,” I snapped, my voice rising with decades of suppressed anger. “You made a ‘promise.’ A promise that meant EVERYTHING to a four-year-old boy who had just lost his entire world!”

Dylan’s hands shook as he tried to speak. “I was young. Scared. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“The right thing?” I laughed bitterly. “Leaving your baby brother in an orphanage was the right thing? I waited for you, Dylan. EVERY SINGLE DAY. I believed in you. Why did you betray me? WHY?”

A furious man | Source: Midjourney

A furious man | Source: Midjourney

“I sold the house,” he said quietly, his eyes fixed on the blanket. “I thought I could start over in Miami with my girlfriend. But the money ran out fast, and she left me. I’ve been working dead-end jobs ever since.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. “So you left me to rot in that orphanage because you wanted a fresh start?”

“Tom, I was 18,” he said, his voice cracking. “I didn’t know how to take care of myself, let alone you.”

I shook my head, the anger and pain I’d buried for decades bubbling to the surface. “I needed you, Dylan. You were all I had left, and you LEFT ME.”

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A distressed man sitting on the bed | Source: Freepik

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, tears streaming down his face. “I’ve regretted it every single day of my life.”

I completely lost it then and there. “Your sorry won’t mend my heart, Dylan. Goodbye.”

I turned and walked out, his broken sobs echoing in my ears.

In the hallway, a doctor stopped me. “Sir, we did a more detailed examination. Your brother has cancer. He needs surgery immediately, but it’s expensive. I thought you should know.”

A man in the hospital | Source: Midjourney

A man in the hospital | Source: Midjourney

The words were like ice water, jolting me out of my fury. But instead of going back, I walked straight out of the hospital. I didn’t stop until I was back in our hotel room. Lily took one look at me and knew something was wrong.

“What happened?” she asked gently.

“He abandoned me,” I said, my voice flat. “And now he needs me to save him. He’s dying, Lily. He has cancer.”

She placed a hand on mine. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” I said. But even as the words left my mouth, I knew they weren’t true.

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A couple holding hands | Source: Unsplash

For days, I wrestled with my conscience. Dylan had betrayed me in the worst way, but could I live with myself if I turned my back on him now?

Finally, I made my decision.

When I walked back into Dylan’s hospital room, he looked up in surprise. “Tom?”

I pulled up a chair and sat down. “I’ll pay for the surgery,” I said. “Because I’m not like you, Dylan. I can’t leave you in trouble, no matter what you did to me.”

His eyes, bloodshot and weary, locked onto mine. “Why?” he whispered, his voice cracking. “After everything I put you through, why would you help me?”

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An emotional man’s eyes | Source: Unsplash

“Because abandoning someone isn’t a one-time act,” I said, my voice cold and measured. “It’s a wound that keeps reopening. Every time I thought I’d healed, the memory of being left behind would slice through me again.”

He broke down, tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “For everything. For abandoning you. For failing you.”

“Sorry?” I leaned closer, my anger barely contained. “Sorry doesn’t erase 23 years of loneliness. Sorry doesn’t give me back the childhood I lost. Sorry doesn’t replace the birthdays without a family, the Christmases without a brother.”

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An angry young man | Source: Midjourney

I let out a shaky breath as I tossed wads of money onto his bed. “I forgive you, Dylan. But forgiveness doesn’t mean forgetting. Take this and save yourself. This is the least I can do for the brother I… never had. We’re done. Our paths diverge here. GOODBYE.”

He nodded, too overcome with emotion to speak, his trembling hands gripping the hospital bed’s railing. I rose and walked out of the room, the weight on my chest feeling a little lighter.

I’d done the right thing. I couldn’t change the past, but I wouldn’t let it define my future.

Dylan and I never saw each other again. But there were no more regrets.

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A man walking away | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Santa’s Favorite Laughs: 11 Christmas Jokes to Brighten Your Holiday

Ho ho ho! Feeling festive? These Christmas jokes will have you laughing louder than Santa’s belly shake. Warning: excessive cheer, snort-laughing, and spontaneous caroling may occur. Proceed with caution… and cookies!

Jingle all the way to laughter! Grab your eggnog and settle in for some holiday hilarity. These jokes are Santa-approved and guaranteed to make you laugh harder than your uncle after too much Christmas pudding.

Santa Claus laughing in the snow | Source: Midjourney

Santa Claus laughing in the snow | Source: Midjourney

1. The Christmas Trap

Mike drummed his fingers on his desk, staring at his phone. His wife Janet gave him a knowing wink from across the room, already struggling to contain her laughter. Time for their annual Christmas scheme.

“Hey kiddo,” Mike said after his 20-year-old son picked up in Fairbanks, trying to sound devastated. “I hate to drop this bomb, but… your mother and I are getting divorced.”

“WHAT?” Ryan’s voice cracked so hard that his neighbor’s cat fell off the windowsill. “Dad, you can’t be serious! You just posted those matching Christmas sweater photos!”

A shocked young man holding a phone | Source: Midjourney

A shocked young man holding a phone | Source: Midjourney

“Dead serious. Can’t stand looking at her cookbooks anymore. Three hundred and forty-two sugar cookie recipes is where I draw the line. Call your sister in Sydney. I’m done talking about it.”

Ryan immediately called his sister Ashley, nearly dropping his phone in his panic. “Dad’s lost his mind! They’re getting divorced over a cookbook!”

“OVER MY DEAD BODY AND EVERY CHRISTMAS ORNAMENT I OWN!” Ashley screeched, making her office plants wilt. She speed-dialed home. “Listen here, old man! Don’t you DARE sign anything! Ryan and I are flying home TONIGHT!”

A shocked woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

Mike hung up and high-fived Janet, and both of them doubled over with laughter. “Works every year. Both kids coming home for Christmas. And they’re buying their own tickets!”

Janet wiped tears from her eyes. “Should we tell them this is how we got them to come to Thanksgiving too?”

“Nah,” Mike grinned. “Let’s save that trick for Easter!”

An older man with a wicked grin | Source: Midjourney

An older man with a wicked grin | Source: Midjourney

2. The Christmas Angel

Eleanor had been working in the Dead Letter Office for five years, but she’d never seen anything quite like this — an envelope addressed simply to “God” in shaky handwriting that looked like it had been written during an earthquake.

Inside was a letter that made her heart squeeze:

“Dear God, I’m Martha, 85 years young and running low on miracles. Some sneaky youngster with unusually fast hands swiped my purse yesterday with my entire month’s pension. $120. I’ve got five dear friends coming for Christmas dinner, and now I can’t even afford a can of cranberry sauce. I know you’re busy with world peace and all, but could you spare a miracle for an old lady with a sweet tooth and empty cupboards? Love, Martha (the one with the crooked garden gnome collection at the end of Maple Street).”

A lady postal services worker reading a letter | Source: Midjourney

A lady postal services worker reading a letter | Source: Midjourney

Eleanor shared the letter with her coworkers. By lunch, they’d collected $116, raiding coffee funds, lunch money, and that secret candy bar stash everyone pretended not to know about.

A week after Christmas, another letter arrived:

“Dear God, You’re a real peach! That $116 you’d left in my mailbox made for the best Christmas dinner ever! My friends said it was divine intervention. I’d say they’re right! Even my arthritis felt better!

P.S. Some sticky-fingered postal worker must’ve skimmed $4 off the top. Might want to look into that. I hear you’ve got connections with Santa’s naughty list! Love, Martha.”

A cheerful older lady enjoying Christmas dinner with her friends | Source: Midjourney

A cheerful older lady enjoying Christmas dinner with her friends | Source: Midjourney

3. North Pole Chaos

“Code Red! Code Red!” Junior Elf Timothy squeaked into the North Pole intercom, his voice cracking like ice in hot cocoa. “Four senior elves down with candy cane flu! The toy production line looks like a modern art exhibition!”

Santa rubbed his temples, watching the trainee elves turn teddy bears into abstract sculptures. Mrs. Claus chose that perfect moment to chirp, “Honey, Mother’s coming for Christmas! She’s bringing her entire fruitcake collection… even the one that set off the North Pole airport security!”

In the stables, Rudolph was organizing a reindeer union strike, demanding premium carrots and heated stalls. Dancer was in labor (terrible timing), and Prancer had eloped with a local moose named Bruce who promised her a cabin in the woods.

Startled Santa Claus | Source: Midjourney

Startled Santa Claus | Source: Midjourney

Santa trudged to load the sleigh, only to hear an ominous CRACK! The floor splintered like thin ice, sending toys scattering everywhere like confetti at a New Year’s party gone wrong.

Stumbling inside for coffee, he found the elves had replaced it with sugar-free hot chocolate with a tag that read: “It’s healthier, Boss!” The milk jug slipped from his hands, shattering into a million pieces that sparkled like evil little stars on the kitchen floor. The cleanup broom looked like it had been through a beaver party. Suddenly, the doorbell buzzed.

DING DONG!

Santa Claus holding a broom | Source: Midjourney

Santa Claus holding a broom | Source: Midjourney

Santa yanked open the door, ready to cancel Christmas entirely. There stood a tiny angel, struggling under a massive Christmas tree that made her look like a sprite with an oversized umbrella.

“Special delivery!” she beamed, twinkling with festive cheer. “Where would you like me to stick it?”

And that’s why Christmas trees have angels on top, sporting slightly alarmed expressions and questioning their career choices.

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An angel under a Christmas tree | Source: Midjourney

4. Heavenly Volume

Tommy and Jack were spending Christmas Eve at Grandma Rose’s house, famous for her legendary sugar cookies and selective hearing that rivaled military-grade noise-canceling technology.

At bedtime, Tommy (age 6) knelt beside his bed and began his strategic prayer:

“DEAR GOD, I WOULD REALLY LOVE A NEW XBOX…”

“AND A REMOTE CONTROL DINOSAUR THAT ACTUALLY BREATHES FIRE…”

“AND MAYBE A ROCKET SHIP WITH REAL ROCKET FUEL…”

A little boy praying | Source: Midjourney

A little boy praying | Source: Midjourney

Jack (age 8) nudged his brother, rolling his eyes. “Dude, volume control! God’s not streaming on Spotify!”

Tommy shot back with a mischievous grin that would make elves proud. “Yeah, but Grandma is doing her Christmas shopping tomorrow, and her hearing aid’s been acting up since she tried to bluetooth it to her toaster!”

A little boy looking up and laughing | Source: Midjourney

A little boy looking up and laughing | Source: Midjourney

5. The Shopping Surprise

Linda lost track of her husband Dave at the crowded mall during last-minute Christmas shopping. After 20 minutes of searching between the endless sea of panic-buying shoppers, she called his cell.

“Dave, where on earth did you disappear to? The mall closes in an hour!”

“Honey,” his voice softened mysteriously, “remember that fancy jewelry store from our first Christmas together? The one where you fell in love with that stunning sapphire necklace, but we were so broke we could barely afford the window shopping?”

A man talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A man talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

Linda’s heart fluttered, her anger melting faster than a snowman in July. “The one on Fifth Street? Oh my god, Dave… you didn’t…”

“Well,” he paused dramatically, “I’m in the dollar store next door. They’re having a massive sale on gift bags! Three for a dollar! Want me to grab some?”

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A woman gaping in shock | Source: Midjourney

6. The Carol Critic

“Hey Emma,” her little brother Charlie called from the doorway, munching on his third candy cane of the morning. “You should totally join the Christmas choir at school! They’re still accepting applications!”

14-year-old Emma stopped practicing her scales, hope blooming in her eyes. “Really? You actually like my singing? After all this time?”

“Nah,” Charlie grinned, revealing red and white striped teeth. “But they only perform once a year, and I already know which day to wear my noise-canceling headphones!”

A stunned teenage girl holding a songbook | Source: Midjourney

A stunned teenage girl holding a songbook | Source: Midjourney

7. The Gift Switch

At the office Christmas party, Tom was bragging about the amazing gift he got his wife Sarah, waving his phone around with photos.

“Check it out, man. Diamond earrings! Cost me a fortune, but worth every penny!”

His coworker Steve whistled, sipping his fourth cup of spiked eggnog. “But didn’t Sarah specifically ask for that new SUV? The one she’s been hinting about since last Christmas?”

“She did,” Tom smirked, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “But try finding a fake Ford Explorer that’ll fool your mother-in-law!”

A man holding a pair of earrings and laughing | Source: Midjourney

A man holding a pair of earrings and laughing | Source: Midjourney

8. The Budget Tree

“Dad, pleeeease can we get a real Christmas tree this year?” little Jimmy begged for the hundredth time, giving his best puppy dog eyes. “I’m tired of explaining to my friends why our plastic tree smells like a basement and old tennis shoes!”

Frank grabbed his axe and wallet, sighing dramatically while secretly winking at his wife. “Fine. The things I do for Christmas spirit…”

He returned suspiciously quickly with a perfect tree, not a drop of sweat in sight.

A man holding an axe | Source: Midjourney

A man holding an axe | Source: Midjourney

“That was fast,” Jimmy said, eyeing the pristine axe. “Did you even use it?”

“Nope!” Frank grinned proudly. “But the tree lot guy offered a 75% discount when I started examining the trees with it! Sometimes the best lumberjack is the one who never swings!”

A stunned boy | Source: Midjourney

A stunned boy | Source: Midjourney

9. The Biblical Bird

Three brothers — Richie, Steve, and Joe — gathered for their annual post-Christmas brag-fest about their gifts to their 80-year-old mother.

Richie puffed up his chest. “I built her a mansion with an elevator and a meditation room!”

Steve smirked, twirling his car keys. “Amateur. I bought her a Rolls-Royce with a personal chauffeur!”

Joe leaned back, sipping his cocoa. “You guys are so last season. Remember how Mom loves the Bible but can’t see well? I found this amazing parrot that recites the entire Bible on command. Took the church elders twelve years to train him. Mom just has to name the chapter and verse!”

A person in church holding a parrot | Source: Midjourney

A person in church holding a parrot | Source: Midjourney

Their mother’s thank-you notes arrived the next week:

“Dear Richie: The mansion’s lovely, but I’m too old to remember which of the 7 bathrooms I left my glasses in.

Dear Steve: The car’s beautiful, but my driver keeps falling asleep during my stories.

Dear Joe: The chicken was pretty small but delicious! Especially with the sage stuffing!”

Roasted chicken on the table | Source: Midjourney

Roasted chicken on the table | Source: Midjourney

10. The Window Shopping Incident

Karen spotted the perfect Christmas party dress sparkling in the store’s window display, guaranteed to make her the talk of the office party.

“Excuse me,” she called to a passing saleswoman. “Could I try on that gorgeous shimmery dress in the window? The one with the sequins?”

The saleswoman clutched her pearls, looking thoroughly scandalized. “Absolutely not, Ma’am! We have perfectly good fitting rooms for that sort of thing. This isn’t that kind of establishment!”

A dress displayed in a store | Source: Midjourney

A dress displayed in a store | Source: Midjourney

11. The Santa Hotline

Sophie was driving her mom crazy with constant battles with her teenage sister Madison. The latest war was over borrowed (stolen) Christmas sweaters and who ate the last gingerbread cookie.

Mom had enough. “That’s it! I’m calling Santa!”

She dialed her brother Bob, resident Santa impersonator extraordinaire. Sophie’s eyes grew huge as Mom detailed her crimes against sisterhood, including the Great Hair Dryer Incident of last Tuesday.

“Santa wants a word with you,” Mom handed over the phone, trying not to smirk as her master plan unfolded.

A smiling woman holding a phone | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman holding a phone | Source: Midjourney

Uncle Bob dropped his voice to subterranean levels. “Sophie, Sophie, Sophie… No presents for girls who torment their sisters. I’m watching! And yes, I saw you hide that cookie under your pillow!”

Sophie nodded solemnly through the lecture, then hung up with a suspicious gleam in her eye.

“Well?” Mom asked, expecting victory. “What did Santa say?”

Sophie shrugged, skipping away. “He said Madison’s getting coal this year. Apparently, she’s the real troublemaker. Also, he said you should check your own cookie stash, Mom!”

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A little girl smiling | Source: Midjourney

And there you have it, folks! If these jokes made you laugh, share them faster than your relatives share embarrassing childhood stories at Christmas dinner! Keep spreading the holiday cheer with these 10 More Best Christmas Jokes. Ho ho ho!

Cheerful Santa Claus laughing | Source: Midjourney

Cheerful Santa Claus laughing | Source: Midjourney

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