So, a bit of explanation first, in Hungary, Santa isn't associated with Christmas (baby Jesus is). Here, he has his own holiday on 6 December, where kids get a bunch of sweets snuck into their room overnight.
Right, explanation over, let's get to the story.
It was the sixth of December, a bit before midnight. I was still up, but pretended not to be. I was waiting for Santa. Then I got to his home, saw him sleeping, and was assigned to draw. The drawings were drawn in a simplistic style and coloured by someone else using a modern-looking palette of some kind of paint. In particular, I remember drawing two scenes of Hilda (which is a show you should definitely watch) and a bus.
After that night, they kept me working there full-time with really good pay.
Right, explanation over, let's get to the story.
It was the sixth of December, a bit before midnight. I was still up, but pretended not to be. I was waiting for Santa. Then I got to his home, saw him sleeping, and was assigned to draw. The drawings were drawn in a simplistic style and coloured by someone else using a modern-looking palette of some kind of paint. In particular, I remember drawing two scenes of Hilda (which is a show you should definitely watch) and a bus.
After that night, they kept me working there full-time with really good pay.
