on the east coast anyway. This will sound weird because it is, but tomorrow, when the family goes downstairs, there will be a stocking hung by the fireplace with my name on it that was not there the night before. Which means that Santa Claus still comes to the Kleeman house 35 years on, sponsored by 67 year old parents that still have a little imagination.
It’s weird, granted; but, it’s also exactly what the season warrants. Merry Christmas, true believers.