"Santa? What are you talking about? I always dress like this when I'm off-duty," he replied with a wink, then held up a finger as if to say "One moment, please!"
He made his way out to where he'd left his coat and bag, not limping at all now that he'd totally rebuilt his leg again. It had only taken him a couple of hours, and the rest of the time was spent making presents. It had better never be said that he did nothing for people; at least, never said where he could hear. He lifted the bag and went back to where Terry was drinking eggnog.
"Happy Christmas, Irish!"
He rummaged in his bag for something, then set her present down in front of her and stood back. Naturally, she was going to love it! He just wanted to see how much.