My Father is the REAL Santa Claus;

Or at least, he is the electronics Santa Claus.

Case in point:

While eating wonton mee that he bought for me from the East Coast, he comes downstairs with a shiny new toy, one of those handy little mini laptops.

Dad: "Did you see this? Isn't it cool?"
Me: "Yeah! Those are so useful, all these people in the hostels were using them. Why is yours pink???"
Dad: "Its the only color that stood out ... the others were white and black. Do you like it? You want or not?"
Me: "Uh ... SURE!"
Dad: "Ok, its yours."

Seriously. Now I want my mother to turn into Mrs Claus and give me all her Gordon Ramsay/Pierre Herme cookbooks.