Speaker 1: You think by now I'd be used to the idea
of being a clause, But honestly, the longer I'm here,
the more I realize just how complicated it really is.
Santa Junior, my husband, he's never wanted to be Santa.
That's something not many people know or even suspect. They
look at him and assume he's eager to take the
reins from his father, that he's been preparing for this
all his life, But the truth is he's been avoiding
it for as long as I've.
Speaker 2: Known him, and now Carl. While Carl is twenty one
and he's the complete opposite, he can't wait to step
into the role. I see the excitement in his eyes
every time he talks about Christmas, about the future. He's
been like that since he was little, but now it's
like nothing else matters to him. Being Santa is more
than just a family duty. To Carl, it's his passion,
his calling. He wants this, he's ready for it. But
Santa Junior, he's not. He's still grappling with the weight
of it, all the expectations, the constant need to live
up to the name that's bigger than any one person,
and he's afraid Carl doesn't really understand what he's signing
up for. He doesn't want Carl to feel the same
pressure that he's been carrying for years. He's tried to
talk to him, to tell him that maybe there's another way,
another path, but Carl, Carl won't hear it, and that's
where we're stuck. I'm watching the two people I love
the most and the world moved to completely opposite directions.
Carl wants to be Santa more than anything, and Santa
Junior wants to shield him from the very thing he's
running toward. I'm torn between them. I want to support Carl,
to let him chase his dreams, but I also see
the wisdom in what Santa Junior is saying. This isn't
an easy life. It's full of expectations, responsibilities, and sacrifices
that Carl might not fully understand.
Speaker 1: Yet.
Speaker 2: I love Karl's ambition. He's got a heart as big
as the North Paul, and I know he'd make an
incredible Santa. But I also love Santa Junior's quiet wisdom,
his desire to protect our son from the burdens he's
felt his whole life. It's hard watching those struggle like this,
one wanting to let go, the other eager to take
it all on. I just hope somehow we can find
a way through it together where both their hearts are
at peace. Carly's upbringing. I didn't grow up with the
vein of a lacy on my shoulders. I was born
and raised on the outspoke some Morticole city, far away
from the bus and center where the class family lived.
My parents were good, honest people, are working down to
earle down worked and rain dear stables, keeping them healthy
and ready for Christmas eves. While my mom was known
for her an amazing holiday hots Christmas was always important
to us, but not in the same way it was
to the class family. For us, it was about together
this joy and warmth, not dooty or expectation. I love
the magic of the season, but it wasn't something I
had to carry on my back. It was something we
celebrated and cherished, not something we were responsible for. When
I met Santa Junior, it was clear