You attended Simbang Gabi for tradition, brought your signature dish, AND harmonized during caroling? Santar's booking you for next year's Christmas special.

Your playlist is fire, your potluck game is elite, and your OOTD sparkled. You're the human version of parol.

You helped clean up after Noche Buena, believed in Santa wholeheartedly, and greeted everyone like a Hallmark movie lead. Iconic.

You didn't just show up—you color-coordinated, brought the cocoa, and even sang along with the carolers. Santar's sending you a standing ovation (and a lechon).

Your energy is “planned the whole party in Google Sheets.” And honestly? Santar wants you on his logistics team.

You make lumpia, laugh at Tito jokes, and remind people what Christmas is really about: food, love, and good Wi-Fi.

Your Secret Santa gift made someone cry in a good way. Santar cried too.

Your New Year's resolution is actually achievable. Santar says: That's rare, bestie. Respect.

You're the kind of person who freezes leftovers properly, wraps gifts with labels, and sings the second verse of “Pasko Na Naman” like a boss. Santar's MVP.

Word on the street is that you watched the English dubbed version of Squid Game. 10lbs of reindeer droppings for you.

You brought vibes only to the potluck and ate like it was your last supper. Santar says: bring utensils next time.

You panic-shopped at 11:59PM, forgot the gift tag, and called it “mysterious.” Santar's side-eye is strong.

You came for the Noche Buena, stayed for the karaoke, and broke the mic. Santar is sending the bill.

Your New Year's resolution? “Chismis less.” But we both know that's a lie. Santar heard you on the group chat.

You brought store-bought spaghetti, said “I cooked this,” and made eye contact with Lola. Santar winced.

You go to Simbang Gabi because your crush might be there. Santar said: flirty, not faithful.

Let's face it: you're the reason Santa has a naughty list. You know what you did.