Jon opened his bedroom door and recieved the shock of his life: Santa Claus, or at least someone that looked a lot like him, standing in the middle of his room.
"Ho, ho, ho. Well, hello there, Jon."
"You can't be Santa. He's not real."
"Of course I'm real."
Then Jon remembered the wish he made, or to be more precise, the wish that Mikey made that he had just repeated. Jon made Santa real with that wish.
