“Now I understand why Santa Claus always gave me bears for the New Year. I thought it was me who had a complex, but it turns out it was he who had a complex... And yes, I grew up and wrote a poem: I’ve been waiting for Santa Claus for a long time, And I hid a mousetrap, Moment glue, and my dad’s double-barreled shotgun under the Christmas tree. He gives me Bears and bears for the New Year. I’m waiting for him to come and answer me for everything. But it turned out... The story was very interesting...”