Leaning against the fender Dean gave a slow whistle. "They don't make them like that anymore. Or like this. But who knows, maybe it will show up. My future me had his Baby show up not to long after he showed up. And my Baby was sitting under the Christmas tree wrapped up by Santa himself."
Yes Dean was still a firm believer in Santa, even at 31 years of age. Especially now. Though, it was more the spirit of the jolly old man than the actual entity.