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I'll start with: X-Men: Dill Evolution and Venom: Lost Case Forever

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Last year/2025, I, Paulo Daniel, was getting ready for bed. It was the day before Christmas, and honestly, I expected the same thing as every previous year: a prosperous Christmas where the family gathered, where everyone shared their gifts with everyone else. I expected Christmas 2025 to be *the* Christmas! Foolish? I don't think so, but I was shocked when I noticed that the streets didn't even have a single Christmas decoration; at the very least, there was a "Merry Christmas to You!" carpet. And a bishop (I think that's how you say it) on the front door with a Santa Claus figure, and there were more homeless people sleeping and abandoned around than usual, like "A LOT," come on, right? I was buying panettone, Christmas decorations, and Christmas cards to send to my nephews who were in the United States with my sister. When I left the supermarket, I saw a beggar asking for money at the door, but everyone (as always) just ignored the poor guy. Well, I'm not like that, I never have been, and at least I hoped I never would be. I had bought 12 panettone for my family, gave him 3 and another 79 reais, and I would have given him more. If that's being a sucker, then I am a human sucker, and a proud sucker. I honestly don't remember the beggar's reaction, but he was very happy, saying he owed me a lot. I made a decision, went back home, and took some money I had saved in case I ever wanted to travel. I decided that those people needed that money more than I did, and I might not even use it. It was 20,000 reais. I said "fuck it" and bought 67 panettone, 40 cartons of milk, and 70 packages of Christmas cookies. I bought a lot, a lot. Christmas decorations and 5 huge blankets.

In short, what I did was: I made a kind of giant tent out of quilts sewn together using the rods from my curtains and other old ones I found in my pantry. I put a bunch of pillows inside, a lot of panettone, cookies, and glasses of warm milk. I put up those big lanterns, you know? With drawings of stars, snowmen, snowflakes, and drawings of sesame cookies and Santa Claus. Those lanterns spun on their own, and along with the various colors of the quilts, it created a really cool effect. After that? Simple, friends, I called all the homeless people I had seen that day to the "Christmas Tent of Confraternity"—yes! I'm very creative (that's sarcasm). Anyway, everyone went inside the tent, and I'm absolutely proud to say that my idea worked "VERY WELL!" There were no drunken fights, no people saying strange things, no one urinating, no one seeing things. All I saw was a crowd of elderly people, young people, and some children together, smiling, toasting with milk, eating cookies, and the children devouring panettone and having pillow fights. Man, man, at that moment when I realized what I had done, a smile spread across my face that wasn't normal. It wasn't a big smile or an incredible, memorable smile, it was a real smile, a smile of "This was totally worth it."

I sat there like a fool on the sidewalk, just watching that beautiful scene: people laughing, people crying and being comforted, people telling their stories, people praying, people socializing. Then I heard a dog barking behind me, so I turned around, and saw that this idiot had left the door open. A dog went in, and I was so desperate I went to get the dog out and close the door so nothing would happen. After a long time, it was already 11 pm, and I gave in to sleep. Honestly, leave the cabin there, I'll deal with that tomorrow. The next day I woke up and went to see the cabin, and nobody was there anymore. I went inside; the flashlight was still on and spinning, the glasses of milk, the bags of Christmas cookies, and the packages of panettone were empty, but in the middle of the tent there was something very strange, you know? In the middle of the tent there was a pile of presents, like huge gift boxes with colorful ribbons and everything, and I was like, "Wait, I didn't leave this here, I don't remember putting this stuff here." Then I went to see and there was a torn piece of panettone paper with something written on it, "Thank you, Santa Claus." So I was like, "Huh? Did Santa Claus come here?" Then I went there, picked up the presents and opened them, and inside the bags were boxes and boxes of fruit and chocolate panettone, my nephews' favorite toys that I had promised to buy them but were very expensive, each one, if I remember correctly, cost 20,000 reais, and a basket full of new clothes and colorful quilts with designs on them. Then I was like, "Man, what's going on here?" Since that day, every homeless person I pass, for some reason, calls me Santa Claus, and only now, putting all this together, have I realized, I suspect that Santa Claus exists!

Feel the story coming:

Last year/2025, I, Paulo Daniel, was getting ready for bed. It was the day before Christmas, and honestly, I expected the same thing as every previous year: a prosperous Christmas where the family gathered, where everyone shared their gifts with everyone else. I expected Christmas 2025 to be *the* Christmas! Foolish? I don't think so, but I was shocked when I noticed that the streets didn't even have a single Christmas decoration; at the very least, there was a "Merry Christmas to You!" carpet. And a bishop (I think that's how you say it) on the front door with a Santa Claus figure, and there were more homeless people sleeping and abandoned around than usual, like "A LOT," come on, right? I was buying panettone, Christmas decorations, and Christmas cards to send to my nephews who were in the United States with my sister. When I left the supermarket, I saw a beggar asking for money at the door, but everyone (as always) just ignored the poor guy. Well, I'm not like that, I never have been, and at least I hoped I never would be. I had bought 12 panettone for my family, gave him 3 and another 79 reais, and I would have given him more. If that's being a sucker, then I am a human sucker, and a proud sucker. I honestly don't remember the beggar's reaction, but he was very happy, saying he owed me a lot. I made a decision, went back home, and took some money I had saved in case I ever wanted to travel. I decided that those people needed that money more than I did, and I might not even use it. It was 20,000 reais. I said "fuck it" and bought 67 panettone, 40 cartons of milk, and 70 packages of Christmas cookies. I bought a lot, a lot. Christmas decorations and 5 huge blankets.

In short, what I did was: I made a kind of giant tent out of quilts sewn together using the rods from my curtains and other old ones I found in my pantry. I put a bunch of pillows inside, a lot of panettone, cookies, and glasses of warm milk. I put up those big lanterns, you know? With drawings of stars, snowmen, snowflakes, and drawings of sesame cookies and Santa Claus. Those lanterns spun on their own, and along with the various colors of the quilts, it created a really cool effect. After that? Simple, friends, I called all the homeless people I had seen that day to the "Christmas Tent of Confraternity"—yes! I'm very creative (that's sarcasm). Anyway, everyone went inside the tent, and I'm absolutely proud to say that my idea worked "VERY WELL!" There were no drunken fights, no people saying strange things, no one urinating, no one seeing things. All I saw was a crowd of elderly people, young people, and some children together, smiling, toasting with milk, eating cookies, and the children devouring panettone and having pillow fights. Man, man, at that moment when I realized what I had done, a smile spread across my face that wasn't normal. It wasn't a big smile or an incredible, memorable smile, it was a real smile, a smile of "This was totally worth it."

I sat there like a fool on the sidewalk, just watching that beautiful scene: people laughing, people crying and being comforted, people telling their stories, people praying, people socializing. Then I heard a dog barking behind me, so I turned around, and saw that this idiot had left the door open. A dog went in, and I was so desperate I went to get the dog out and close the door so nothing would happen. After a long time, it was already 11 pm, and I gave in to sleep. Honestly, leave the cabin there, I'll deal with that tomorrow. The next day I woke up and went to see the cabin, and nobody was there anymore. I went inside; the flashlight was still on and spinning, the glasses of milk, the bags of Christmas cookies, and the packages of panettone were empty, but in the middle of the tent there was something very strange, you know? In the middle of the tent there was a pile of presents, like huge gift boxes with colorful ribbons and everything, and I was like, "Wait, I didn't leave this here, I don't remember putting this stuff here." Then I went to see and there was a torn piece of panettone paper with something written on it, "Thank you, Santa Claus." So I was like, "Huh? Did Santa Claus come here?" Then I went there, picked up the presents and opened them, and inside the bags were boxes and boxes of fruit and chocolate panettone, my nephews' favorite toys that I had promised to buy them but were very expensive, each one, if I remember correctly, cost 20,000 reais, and a basket full of new clothes and colorful quilts with designs on them. Then I was like, "Man, what's going on here?" Since that day, every homeless person I pass, for some reason, calls me Santa Claus, and only now, putting all this together, have I realized, I suspect that Santa Claus exists!

Sentem que lá vem história:

No ano passado/2025, eu Paulo Daniel estava me preparando para dormir era um dia antes do Natal e sinceramente eu esperava a mesma coisa de todos os anos anteriores, um Natal próspero onde a família se reunia, onde todo mundo compartilhava seus presentes para todo mundo, eu esperava que o Natal de 2025 fosse o Natal! idiota? Eu não acho mas fiquei assustado quando notei que as ruas não tinham nem se quer um enfeite de Natal no mínimo tinha um tapete de "Feliz Natal Para Você!" E um bispo (acho que é assim que se fala) na porta da frente com um boneco do Papai Noel e tinha mais moradores de rua dormindo e largados por aí doque o normal, tipo "MUITOS", sai para né? Comprar panetone, enfeites de Natal e cartões de Natal para mandar pros meus sobrinhos que tavam nos Estados Unidos com a minha irmã, quando sai do mercado eu vi que um mendigo pedindo dinheiro na porta do mercado mas todo mundo (como sempre) só ignorava o coitado, bom eu não sou assim, eu nunca fui assim e eu pelo menos esperava nunca ser, eu havia comprado 12 panetones pra minha família, dei 3 pra ele e mais 79 reais e daria de novo, se isso é ser trouxa pois eu sou um trouxa humano e um trouxa com orgulho, eu sinceramente não lembro da reação do mendigo mas ele ficou bem feliz dizendo que me devia muito, tomei uma decisão, voltei pra casa e peguei um dinheiro que eu guardava caso um dia eu quisesse viajar decidi que aquelas pessoas precisavam mais daquele dinheiro doque eu que talvez nem iria usar, eram 20.000 reais, liguei o Foda-se e comprei 67 panetones, 40 caixas de leite e 70 pacotes de biscoitos de Natal, comprei muito, muitos infeites de Natal e mais 5 cobertores enormes.

Resumindo oque eu fiz: fiz uma espécie de tenda gigante de edredões costurados usando as barras das minhas cortinas e outras velhas que achei na dispensa da minha casa, coloquei um monte de almofadas lá dentro, um monte de panetone, biscoitos e copos de leitr quentinhos, coloquei aquelas lanternas grandes sabe? Com desenhos de estrelas bonecos de neve e flocos de neve e desenhos de biscoitos de gergelim e Papai Noel e era aquelas lanternas que giravam sozinhas e junto com as várias cores dos edredões fazia um efeito muito irado, depois disso? Simples amigos chamei todos os moradores de rua que eu tinha visto pelo dia para a "Tenda do Natal Confraternal" sim! Sou muito criativo (contem ironia) de qualquer jeito todos entraram lá na tendo e tenho orgulho absoluto de dizer que a minha ideia deu "MUITO CERTO!" Não tinha briga de bêbado, não tinha gente falando coisa estranha, não tinha gente se mijando, não tinha gente vendo coisas, tudo que eu vi foi uma multidão de idosos, jovem e algumas crianças juntos sorrindo, brindando leite, comendo biscoitos e as crianças devorando os panetones e brincando de guerra de travesseiro com as almofadas, mano, Mano, naquela hora quando eu percebi oque eu fiz abriu um sorriso no meu rosto que não era normal tipo, não foi um sorriso grande ou um sorriso incrível e marcante, foi um sorriso real um sorriso de "Isso Valeu Muito A Pena."

Eu fiquei lá sentado que nem um bobo na calçada só assistindo aquela cena linda, gente rindo, gente chorando e sendo consolada, gente contando a sua história, gente orando, gente confraternizando, daí eu ouvi um latido de cachorro vindo atrás de mim aí eu virei né, e vi que o abestado aqui tinha deixado a porta aberta daí um cachorro foi lá e entrou, nossa eu todo desesperado fui lá tirar o cachorro dali de dentro e fechar a porta pra não acontecer nada, aí depois de muito tempo, já eram 23 horas eu me rendi ao sono e fui dormi, sinceramente deixa a cabana lá que aquilo ali eu resolvo amanhã, aí no dia seguinte eu acordei e sai pra ver a cabana e não tinha mais ninguém lá, entrei lá dentro, a lanterna ainda tava acesa e girando, os copos de leite, as sacolas de biscoitos Natalinos e os pacotes de panetones estavam vazios mas no meio da tenta ti ha uma coisa muito estranha sabe? No meio da tenda tinha uma pulha de presentes, tipo caixas de presentes enormes com laços coloridos e tudo, aí eu fiquei assim ué mas não fui eu que deixei isso aqui eu não lembro fmde ter colocado esses negócios aqui, aí eu fui ver e tinha uma pedaço rasgado de papel de panetone e tinha uma coisa inscrita nele, "Obrigado Senhor Papai Noel" aí né eu fiquei tipo l, Oi? O bom velhinho passou aqui?, daí eu fui lá peguei os presentes e abri e dentro das sacolas tinham, caixas e caixas de banetone de frutas e de chocolate, os brinquedos favoritos dos meus sobrinhos que eu tinha prometido comprar pra eles mas eram muito caros, cada um se me lembro custava 20,000 reais e uma sexta cheia de roupas novas e edredões coloridos com desenhos em cima, aí eu fiquei tipo, mano que que tá acontecendo aqui? Desde daquele dia todo o morador de rua que eu passo por algum motivo me chama de Papai Noel, e só agora que juntando tudo isso eu fui perceber, Eu desconfio que o Papai Noel existe!