Santa came?

Christmas is coming.
Talking of Chiristmas, when I was a child, my parents used to put a gift at my bedside while I was pleeping.
I didn't believe in Santa Claus, but I was happy to get a gift from my 'Santa Claus'.

One day, my brother hit on an idea. He thought that Santa must have been tired when he came to our home, and decided to give him custard pudding. He prepared custard pudding with my sister and put at his bedside. My brother and sister expeced that Santa ate it.

The next morning, The custard pudding disappeared.
"Oh! Santa ate it!!"
They convinced of existence of Santa Claus.

A few years later, I asked my parents about the pudding.
They said, "When he said the idea, we were upset. We wavered between eating and remaining it."
Ultimately, my father ate it because they didn't want to spoil a dream of their children.
After their children slept, they sneaked into the bedroom and put gifts at their bedside.
And...
My father ate the pudding with a rush!
When I heard that, I laughed.
What a funny story!

My brother is 20 years old, my sister is 17 years old now.
I wonder if they remember this story or not.
If they forget it, I'd like to tell them.
"Your Santa Claus was Father."