This is a story from my childhood, so it's not from today.
For context: in Poland, depending on the region, Christmas presents are brought by different people. I grew up in the part where Santa Claus brings gifts on St. Nicholas Day (December 6), and on Christmas Day we have dressed in a sheepskin coat and a red mask guy named Starman (Gwiazdor).
When I was maybe 6 years old, I remember how in December everyone asked me what I wanted from Santa and what I wanted from Starman. Since I had seen Santa on TV more than once, I knew who to expect, but since Starman had never been featured in any movie, I had no idea what he looked like.
So how did my six-year-old brain explain who Starman was? It decided that since he was some kind of famous star, he must be... Elvis Presley, the rock star.
To this day, I remember imagining a fat Elvis in a white leather outfit with sequins leaving presents under the Christmas tree and instead of "Ho, ho, ho," he said his iconic "Aha, aha, aha."
This lasted for several years, until I stopped believing in Santa. I told my sister about it, and now she reminds me of this funny story every Christmas.
TL;DR: I believed that Elvis was giving Christmas presents to children in Poland.
That’s adorable! Imagining Elvis delivering presents is hilarious and makes for a great childhood memory.
I want this in a picture book.
Elvis rides in tonight with a rock ’n’ roll glow,
Bringing gifts in his sleigh, moving fast, never slow.
No Santa in sight, just blue suede shoes on the floor,
And a “Thank you very much” as he knocks on your door.
Santa Ho-Tep!