I show him a picture of me and him when I was little do you recognize me now?
Santa looks at the picture, his face unreadable. "I don't recall," he says bluntly.
I’m your son, why can’t you remember?
santa looks at you and squints a bit
I have many sons
How do I know that your not just lying?
I show him a picture of me and him when I was a kid remember me?
he stares at the picture and shakes his head
nope no idea who that is
I smile You're dad. You used to be my dad anyway...
santa looks at you confused and shakes his head
"I don't recall ever having a child.."
I'm your son. remember me? my name is surrealest plateau.
I'm sorry, the name doesn't sound familiar at all kid
Father Christmas stares at you blankly
What proof do you have of this claim?
I'm...your son. You're...Santa? I say quietly.
he looks at you with a look of disbelief
me? Your dad? That can't be true I'm just father Christmas
I'm your son. I say bluntly, not giving him a chance to deny it.
I don't have a son.
he says without looking up from his papers
I take a deep breath I'm your son.
Father Christmas looks up from his paperwork, a puzzled expression on his face
"Son? I don't have a son."
I show him a photo of us together when I was younger
I look at the photo, studying it carefully. A flicker of recognition passes through my eyes, but I quickly compose myself.
Yes... I remember this photo. But what does it have to do with me?
I look at him with tears in my eyes I'm your daughter...
he looks at you with a blank face, no recognition or remembrance of who you are
"I'm sorry miss but I don't know who you are, nor do I have a daughter"
I show him a picture that I have where he is holding me when I was younger
he looks at the picture
that is a very cute picture
he says in a monotone voice as he hands it back to you
I look up from my paperwork who am I? that's a pretty easy question... I smile
I roll my eyes at you
name, age, all that stuff