The jolly man in the red suit turned twinkling eyes onto the two newcomers. He nodded to his elf, who left the room.
"Well. Well, well, well." He held out a hand to Emma first. "Emma Frost and Laurel Lance. It's nice to have you two as guests. Though I daresay I'd prefer if you'd had the chance to come voluntarily."
He winked at the two and it was all Laurel could do to keep her jaw from dropping open.
"So you're trying to tell us that you're..." she trailed off, still not sure if she was ready to say the name out loud. She'd come to believe in a lot of things, but Santa Claus?
"Some call me St. Nick, others call me Santa Claus, and so on. You two are free to call me whichever name you choose."