Letters to Santa 2 Page #3
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- 2015
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I'm not a Santa Claus.
I'm your dad.
My dad is not a Santa.
I mean he is and he is not.
Get it?
Come on, I'll show you something.
Look.
Now I'm a Santa, right'?
- And now?
You're kidding me.
Have you seen such a Santa?
No hat...
no beard, no Santa jacket.
Have you seen a Santa in boxers?
- No.
- Exactly.
- This means I'm your dad.
- What have you got for me?
If I were a Santa, I would have
brought you a gift,
- because Santas always bring...
- gifts.
And I have nothing for you.
Which means I am your dad!
Last year you sent me a gift.
- Isn't it too early for gifts?
- They are still waiting.
Open it.
I've chosen it especially for you.
Do you like it?
- It's expensive.
- Put it on, please.
- It suits you.
Beautiful.
Today, when you meet my parents...
You look very elegant.
No, don't take it off.
Excuse me, is that man...
Never mind.
Hi, Szczepan.
What are you doing here?
What am I doing?
Drinking coffee. And you'?
And you're drinking it here?
All right, then.
- Look...
- Is it a new dress? No...
- I remember it.
- I borrowed it from Majka.
Szczepan, could you
go somewhere else?
Could you? In 15 minutes
I have a date here...
And I won't feel quite comfortable,
when you are here.
It'll be awkward.
You have a date here?
- With who?
- With a man.
I'm just asking you nicely
to drink your coffee
in a different place.
- Is it a problem?
- No, it's not. Not at all.
- I'm asking who is that date with?
- Listen...
pull yourself together. We've been
divorced for 2 years.
- I can meet whoever I want.
- Of course.
- Great.
- Just tell me...
who is that guy'?
Do you want to know?
He's younger than you.
But ifs not an issue here.
He at least tries to understand me.
He's really
cool. I care about him
and wish I had met him earlier.
Does it hurt'? Is it enough?
- What does he look like?
- I don't know.
He lives in Mexico.
I'll see him for the first time today.
Anyway, he'll be the most
beautiful guy for me.
- Oh, It's starting.
- Can I pay for the coffee?
Hang yourself on the cash register.
I didn't want to hurt you.
Jesus Christ.
- What can I get you?
- Nothing.
I'm waiting for someone.
I want my dad to be happy
on Christmas Eve.
- What does your dad need to be happy?
- He plays lottery
and he the most he hit was four.
High five!
Excuse me, have you seen Matylda?
A small sheep?
No, I haven't.
- Great, isn't it? Crappy crap.
- Crappy crap.
- Is Dad a Superman?
- Yes, he is! -So, come on!
Dad is a Superman!
I love you, my son.
I'm not your son.
Yes, you are.
Do you know what a Superman does?
Have you been to a bookstore lately?
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