Christmas Transmigration Tales (Working Title)

In short, it’s about someone who is forced to transmigrate after taking over part of Santa Claus’s job. The room was decorated mainly in red and brown. A thick, plush carpet covered the floor, its irregular patterns making it look rather ridiculous. A great fireplace stood in the middle of the room, its flames blazing merrily as the wood crackled from time to time. Even the long chimney was made of stone, and someone had hung a few golden bells on it for dramatic effect. It looked cute and… well, childish… - -|||| A huge Christmas tree stood in the southeast corner of the room, covered with candied fruit, glowing baubles, and roughly sewn but adorable little cloth bags, meant to hold sweets for the children. Silvery ribbons dressed the whole tree beautifully, and bells hung gracefully from its branches, jingling in the breeze. Gold-painted apples and walnuts hung there too, as if they had grown on the tree. More than a hundred little red, white, and blue candles were tucked among the branches. Dolls that looked just like real people swung among the leaves. A golden five-pointed star hung at the top of the tree, though it was rather old, its gold dust flaking away to reveal mottled rust.