Sanguine:
Really?! If I'm good then he will send me presents??? :D Then I will be good and Santa will send me a beautiful Barbie doll. *goes off to be good*
Melancholy:
*watches* Is he really real? How does he know me? How will he give me presents? How does he know what I want? How does he come down the chimney? It doesn't makes sense. How can his sleigh fly? It doesn't have wings...
Choleric:
He is not real. The presents come from your parents. He is just created to cheat children and to earn money. Don't believe me? Try staying awake at night and see who puts the presents under the tree. I did and I still got presents. Just that I saw my parents drop my present under the tree and never that big fat guy in red suit and black shoes.
Phlegmatic:
Huh? Santa? Who cares. As long as I am good and I get my presents every year.
Have a very merry Christmas!
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