I Still Believe in Santa

OK . . . I do.
Because no matter how tired, stressed, ribbon- and wrapping-challenged I am . . . there are those moments of pure joy in the season. And that's Santa.
It's the questions the kids ask. "Have you ever met the REAL Santa, not just the one at the mall?"
"Do you think it would be okay if I baked him brownies instead of cookies? Don't you think he's bored of cookies?"
It's that my youngest daughter wrapped a present FOR Santa and has left it under the tree. She also, ever the artist, hand-made signs, which she taped to the walls next to the tree, saying, "Welcome Santa," and "We love you!"
So of course he's real. It's the season of goodwill (except toward the MTA in NYC in the season of the strike--my poor commuter pals!). Of corny movies and corny songs. And lights and all the rest of it.
So Merry Christmas, happy holidays . . . peace to all.