Noah almost laughed–actually smiled with his teeth, which was rare for him–as he tried to imagine such a ridiculous sight. “Do they really? You gotta record that or something,” he said. “Who do they give the presents to though?” It didn’t occur to him that he might be overthinking the event. He took her hand, shaking. “Noah,” he introduced himself. “If the sun strikes us down now, good to go in good company.”
Tyler couldn’t help but laugh, nodding her head somewhat. “I definitely will record it if I head home for Christmas. I’m sure there’s clips on youtube of it. People even surfing as Santa. It’s pretty great.” She nodded. “Nah mate, they don’t.. it’s more of like.. a show of sorts, y’know?” She explained, shaking his hand with a smile. “Pleasure to meet you Noah.” She insisted. “Like wise mate, nobody I’d rather go down with.” She insisted.










